Last night on the subway I rode across from an older russian lady. She must have been Russian, because she had that eurotrash air about her. She also was rocking a revealing shirt, whose laces were unlaced giving all the grandpas on the train something to think about.
You go grandma!
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3 responses to “Russian Grandmas”
Oh god. That is so me, in like 50, OK 30, years.
i love russian grandmas. saw tons of them this summer on the metro. you don't want to look at them, but you are compelled and drawn to them. you have to stare at them.
Ri you already make the grandpas swoon.
Jeorg, you are really into grandmas! like really, really.