My new Russian bride can only speak one english word and that word is no.
If she doesn't start behaving like a wife, she will have to go.
When I paid her way to America, I didn't know things would go sour.
We've been married for six weeks and I'm sick of taking cold showers.
When she arrived, I was thrilled to see the plane land.
But now I'm having to get some relief by using my hand.
Married people are supposed to make love, her behavior is absurd.
I'd really like to kill the idiot who taught her that one english word.
Sexual relations is the only thing that my marriage is lacking.
If she doesn't learn how to say 'yes', I will send her packing.
I'm sure you can understand my frustration and distress.
If you marry a Russian, you'd better hope she can say yes.


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