There is an old Soviet joke my father and I have loved for many decades. It goes as follows (I will attempt to abbreviate):
Leonid Brezhnev wakes up in the morning, looks out his bedroom window, and sees the rising … Finish Reading
There is an old Soviet joke my father and I have loved for many decades. It goes as follows (I will attempt to abbreviate):
Leonid Brezhnev wakes up in the morning, looks out his bedroom window, and sees the rising … Finish Reading