I’ve got to admire the Russians for having the self-control not to reach across the table and slap the snot out of that idiot Kerry. Myself, I don’t think I could resist the temptation.
It really was a big box. A big dirty old box with a sheet of torn and wrinkled butcher paper wadded up on top. The lack of any class as well as the pettiness of the insult has all of the earmarks of Bathhouse Barry.
The Russian should have held the potato aloft and told Lurch, “This looks like your chin.”