Glory to Stalin!

Stalin’s reign.

An old lady gets on a bus in Moscow. She has waited a long time, and sits down with a sigh of relief. “Oh, glory to God!” she exclaims.

The bus driver turns around with a grave look.

“Comrade, there is no God. You must say, ‘Glory to Comrade Stalin.'”

The old lady apologizes and pledges to remember this. After a minute, she pipes up,

“Comrade, what shall I say, if, heaven forbid, Comrade Stalin should die?”

The bus driver pauses, and answers,

“Oh! Then you shall say, ‘Glory to God!'”

Have a glorious day, won’t you!

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Your Semi-Regular Soviet Joke

Brezhnev goes to a milk production factory and asks: “Do you think that you can double the production?”.

The farm manager responds: “yes comrade, we can do that”.

Brezhnev is pleased with the response and decides to push it a little and asks: “How about trebling the production?”

The farm manager responds but this time a little less confident: “Well, yes we can but I fear public may found it a bit watery!”

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Have a productive day, won’t you!

Your Irregular Soviet Joke du Jour

A mummy was found in Egypt. The archaeologists could not determine its origin. Then a Soviet advisor offered his help. The mummy was delivered to the Soviet embassy. In two hours the Soviet advisor appeared and said, “His name was Amenkhotep VIII.”

“How did you find out?”

“He confessed,” the advisor said.

Have a confessional day, won’t you!

Fun on Friday

The scene: a Moscow prison.  Two inmates share their experience.

“What did they arrest you for?  Was it a political or common crime?”

“Of course, political.  I’m a plumber.  They summoned me to the district Party committee to fix the sewage pipes. I took one look and said, ‘Hey, the entire system requires replacement.’  So, they gave me seven years.”

Have a systematic day, won’t you!

Machmallauter!

My fellow blogger from Germany has a headline for some her blogs, which roughly translates as “Turn up the volume!”

This song always reminds me of my year abroad in Russia 1991-1992, and local Russians singing the chorus in heavily-accented English.

Enjoy I’m The One and Only Dominator (and there is no other).

Having a dominating day, won’t you!