When these Russian mail-order brides meet their new husbands, it’s super awkward. And hilarious…at least for those of us who are NOT mail-order brides.
Hi Wayne, I’m Yula. Will you please shoot me? I have gun.
This just seems illegal. Like, for realz. She looks like she’s 12 and he looks like he plays too much D&D.
This lady is psychically trying to tell her friend “get me out of here”! The guy needs an eyebrow wax.
“Why he wear blue shirt with white collar and red tie? Is he THAT American?!” No, he’s THAT douchey.
We love how she leans away as he pulls her in. How did he not find a wife on his own?! I mean, LOOK at that gut!
You think they listen to the same music or . . .