From Russia With Love?

I have nothing against the Russian Mafia.  I’ve always said that, and anyone who knows me will back me up.  I mean, they’ll back up my statement.  They won’t back me up in a neo-Nazi knifefight to the death.  I’m not saying that all the Russian Mafioso are neo-Nazis.  Shit.  Look, any organisation who fills every McDonald’s in Riga, Latvia, with prostitutes is alright by me. Hang on. Look, I am not condoning prostitution in any way, but there were more nipples on sight, than there were Chicken McNuggets.

That last paragraph wasn’t really important.  The subject of this Manchat is Russian Brides.

Why?

Why not?

I was browsing the internet, a moment ago, and noticed that one of the banners was advertising the procurement of Russian Brides.  Thing is, I was checking, I think, my Yahoo mail, and it appeared on the top banner, bold as brass.  I can’t find it again!  Don’t sue me, Yahoo.  By the end of this mail, I will be on the Russian Mafia’s and Yahoo’s hitlist, as well as being on the end of a kicking from the Mrs because of the prostitute chat.  This is just like what Salman Rushdie went through.       

International brides of negotiable affection (Pratchett- nod) or Mail-Order brides have been a topic of many conversations over a beer or ten, and there is much debate thrown back and forth about the moral dilemmas, the ethics, the fulfilment of a genuine relationship and the sanctity of marriage between a man and a woman.  And, by the end of the evening, we men hope to reach an answer on the difficult decision:  Do you go Thai or Russian? 

http://www.anastasiadate.com/ hopes you go Russian.  It looks all legitimate, too.  Jerry H said this:  “To keep a business going like they do, requires money or no business to offer this kind of protection and service. So don’t worry about the credits required as I once did, just be wise.” 

Just be wise, people.

Also, Jerry advises:  “— these ladies are people, like you, they worry about whom they might meet, they don’t want to play games.”  Good advice, methinks.  So then, sixty-three-year-old Barry, from Scunthorpe, when you take your three grand that you have saved from your disability benefit to Russia to meet your appointed nineteen-year-old, blonde, curvy slut from Moscow, don’t play games.  None at all.

This website only deals with Russians, but it helps the potential customer/loving husband deal with the age old question:  Blonde or Brunette?

It’s a toughie and the website helps you to pick by giving you thirty battles, blonde vs. brunette, womano-a-womano, battle royale, winner takes all, last woman standing.  Which is a little worrying.  The website states “who will be left standing.” I really hope this is not meant literally.  I’d hate to think I just contributed to a massacre, again.

Join the debate:  http://www.anastasiabvb.com/

I’d like to share one thing from the website, even though I know you all ploughing through it, already, broken piggy-bank at your side.  You see, this website cares.  The Russian Mafia, if they are behind this (got no idea), care.  They look past the sex and the lust and the carnal emotions of mankind and remind us what really counts:

It says that.  I shit you not. 

I’ll open it up to the floor…