This reminds me of buying a new pair of leather boots in Moscow off a street vendor who could speak no English.
When the sole of my current boots was falling off so I needed some fuckin boots.
And then this KGB like guy with a briefcase comes along and translates so I could buy some fucking boots.
When the sole of my current boots was falling off so I needed some fuckin boots.
And then this KGB like guy with a briefcase comes along and translates so I could buy some fucking boots.
