free hangovers at red square

so the 2 live crew and i were fretting about getting our gear into russia, but low and behold we found ourselves throwing back russia's finest subpar vodka at $10 a shot at the hotel bar within an hour of our arrival into the country.
putin's grimace appears to be plastered on to every single government agency employee.
even when flashing that work of art i call a passport, not a single smirk.

but the women here. . . . . . .
oh me, oh my!
i believe a majority of the women here are contracted by dior.

honeymoon pose:



not sure who this guy is. probably some local worth checking out:


doing it all for the nookie:


kinda got in the mood to play some tetris:


a famous russian cowboy:


let's move.
let's walk.
better yet, let's run.
you and me.
fast.
faster.
it'll hurt, but let's go with it.

"fleeing from the valley of whirling daggers"
once it hits the 3:20 mark, just go!


there's that analogy about the shark, right?
about it moving forward or it'll get harpooned by a samoli pirate if it fucks around with the dolphins.

but there is no there.
if we have to start, if we have to put a beginning on things, let's start here: