Poetry fan kills prose partisan. Who was right? Who is to blame? What is to be done?
This is the homepage for the glorious site BigRussianSoul.com. Look on its soul, ye mighty, and despair.
If you find yourself confused as to why you are here, odds are you have no Big Russian Soul (BRS) and will only be confused if you pursue things further. But if you are a self-assured bearer of a mighty BRS, or even if you are just an intrepid wannabe, step right in. Grab a pickle. Let us take the measure of your soul.
As we have long foreseen, Alla Pugacheva's soul recently grew too large for one body to contain. To protect us all from a Tunguska-level soul overload event, she spawned two new bodies to contain the overflow.
Is it still tragic if it's non-fatal? We do not know. That, I would say, is a philosophical question. We do know one thing, however.
Kiss a clone trooper.
Kiss a clone teacher.
You look like you could use some insurance. Am I right or am I right?
All the Pokrov you can eat! And you can eat a lot of Pokrov, can't you, you great fat fattie of a fat fat fat.
We invented spam first.
We have many fine customs. But this day is not about them. It's about frisking your sausage at the border.