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Thursday, 9 February 2012

Fet Bottom Gerrells - Russian Eccent

Oy!  You goink to tek me hom tonight.

Oy!  Down beside det rr'ded fire light.

Oy!  Ve goink to let it all heng out,

Fet bottom gerrells yoo mek rr'dockink verld go rr'dound.

It was February 2004.  I was something like three weeks into the month I spent at a women's shelter after having escaped from the abusive ex.  All that freedom was getting to me and I was giddy.

I started singing that song out loud in front of some of the women I had befriended in the shelter.  Pretty soon some of them joined in.

I became addicted to talking with a Russian accent for several days in a row.

I'm not kidding.  You think I'm joking?

Spend a little time in my presence and you will see how serious I am.  Or, rather, you'll see how un-serious I can be.

With the amount of stress I have in my life, I have to get silly to balance things out.

Now, listen to the song and imagine it with a Russian accent:

That's all I'm gonna say about THAT. 

For now.


  1. Thank you, my friend. It gets kinda lonely in there sometimes, so I have to invite others to join me. In a way, it's like "misery loves company", but more like "weirdness loves company".

  2. I actually hate that song.... baghead777

    1. Vy you het song, Baggie?

      How bout da vun in here?


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