That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for November 23, 2021

Enjoying the Russian summer — the best 48 hours of the year.

Ivan’s peculiarity had finally peaked;

Nadia tagged him as sissy and weak.

“No more ballet slippers and spats,

I’ve got new Mary Jane flats!"

He’s in Petersburg now, so to speak.

“Gosh Arina I know I’m no Stalin but maybe you could settle for second best.”

Gulliver invited his girlfriend to picnic in the Land of the Little People.

The Lilliputian artist, who had sculpted a “companion” for Gulliver, painted the two of them in such a way that it appeared they were normal sized and sitting on a very high plateau above town. Unfortunately, he also painted his own house in the foreground, ruining the effect.

American Gothic, on a picnic!

Sitting by the edge of a cliff right above some prickly plants is not a good place for a first date.

In her presence, Lev felt like a giant, / and he hoped she’d, in time, be compliant. / In truth, Mila’s his nurse. / Lev has “visions” and, worse, / when she brings him his meds, he’s defiant. /// He’s convinced that a magical genie / has made all other men on earth teeny. / Only he could aspire / to, in bed, satisfy ‘er. / “Take that, guys who made fun of my weenie!”

If he’s wearing ballet shoes (and that’s what they look like) this is a rehearsal for the open-air production of Midsummer Night’s Dream: the Ballet, the scene between Bottom the Weaver and Titania (Tatiana in this production).

True, a yellow wife-beater’s his fashion. / But it also describes him when passion / leads the cowardly louse / to assault his poor spouse, / and her cheeks go from rosy to ashen.

Of course I meant the hats when I said ‘All this could be your’s if you marry me’.

“I took off my hat, you took off your hat. What’s next?”

“That’s not my hat. It’s my underwear.”

we play launch soyuz, yes…?

“Don’t look at me! Don’t talk to me! And take off that wife-beating-T and grow a beard….This is Russia!….you Idiot!”

Yuri: “Are we having fun yet ?” Svetlana: “Are we having fun ? Nyet !”

He’s wishing she would look at him the way she looks at – well, almost anything else.

Yuri: “We’ve got to stop meeting like this. We’re gettink paler each time. Soon we will be transparent.” Svetlana: “Is remindink me – soon, we will be parents..”

“How ya gonna keep ’em down on the (collective) farm…”

He wondered how to attract ‘er. / She wondered how – to a tractor./ He’s a nice-looking fellow/ but his underwear’s yellow/ and that is a critical factor…

Romantic love is a Bourgeoisie invention. I am a man, you are a woman. We should get it on for the greater good of the Motherland – the Rodina needs more workers!

Anybody know what happened to Strob? No comments anymore. Miss them. He was good (or she).

Oh Claude, some days I just feel like the world is fading away.

“If you get it wrong, I’d rather you put on a shirt.”

Putin’s approach to lovemaking was always shy and tentative. He was embarrassed to admit that, unlike politics, here size mattered!

Taller than a tree and can’t find a date? Try Timber.

I believe a combination of Petrol-Vodka is responsible for that cartoonish painting.

Jack and Jill went up the hill / to fetch a pail of water / and with one glance / he got in Jill’s pants / nine months later they welcomed a daughter.

“You really turn me on when you stare off into space like that.”

I don’t understand Sarah, what does you are in commando mode mean?

As, sometime happens to me I am confused, shirt or blouse!

“Of course we just remove our caps. What did you think I meant when I suggested we should have a good doff?”

In later pictures and paintings, Vladimir would eschew the tank tops for the bare-chested look, hoping to look more macho.

Svetlana was discovered to be a man, during a random Olympic drug test.

Spring: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Spring._1935.jpg 

(best viewed using Google Chrome, which can automatically translate most webpages if necessary) has info and links that point to more info about this painting.

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/11/masterpiece-2831.html 

I have added a comment there (awaiting Mr. Melcher’s approval) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.

“Spring” today. “Lunch” yesterday. Must be Monosyllabic Week at Priceless.

In Novosibirsk in the Spring/ the birds are too cold to sing/ but they generate heat/ with political Tweet/ on that damned little IPhone thing…///

She’s thinking: When will he pop the question? Will we have a life like Lenin? How many children will we have?

He’s thinking: If I breed dogs, am I a rancher or a farmer?

Before “No shoes, no shirt, no service” signs were popular; inquisitive people tried different combinations to see what was permitted.

While they chatted of work and the weather, / she sat stiffly, her knees tight together. / He could not make her thaw, / that’s why he never saw / any regions he thought of as “nether.”