Mother Russia. Getting the meat home.

[george formby]

A couple of wee voddys no doubt...

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[unstuck]

I have had a russian diesel mechanic helping me on a couple of jobs just lately, he starts on the vodka when I pick him up around 8am and drinks all day, then wants to hurry home in the evenings to get on the piss. They certainly have a big tolerance for the booze.:weird:

[Flip]

Just keep him away from the anti freeze.

[Swoop]

That's why Russia's called "Vodkaland".

The screw top cap on the Stolichnaya bottles? The first thing you do when the cap is un-screwed for the first time, is to crush it and throw it away. It's job has been done and it's no longer needed. Bottles are to be emptied once opened.

And DON'T mix it with anything!

[unstuck]

The first thing you do when the cap is un-screwed for the first time, is to crush it and throw it away. It's job has been done and it's no longer needed. Bottles are to be emptied once opened.



I did wonder why he was doing that, but couldn't understand what the fuck his reply was. Mad as meataxes the lot of them.:wacko:

[george formby]

:clap:Same in Scotland. It becomes a bowel loosening, loin girding, sight when your host opens up a 40 ouncer of his favourite malt & chucks the cap in the fire. Brawls, time off work & even incest or infidelity hove over the immediate horizon.
I admit to disliking whisky but loving Scotland. Russia seems to have a similar "spirit".