the Blog of Dairy

Sorry that it’s taken so long for me to post about our trip to Russia (honestly, who knew it wasn’t the “Union of Soviet Socialist Republics” anymore?), but it’s taken us twenty-five days to wash the stink of vodka and tomato soup out of our clothes. Anyway, onward, with the LOD’s patented semi-jingoism!

Our journey started mere moments after my last post, when egg NOG and I left to go to Dairytown International Airport (I’m the one in the bowler cap on the left, and egg NOG is dead center in the front), where we were treated like kings. Like kings of wrestling. Oooohhhh, I like that. I bet we can turn that into a sweet gimmick. Where was I? Oh, right, anyway, we landed in Russia to great fanfare. Even across whatever ocean it was we crossed, people love the LOD.

Today marks the day that egg NOG and I (that’d be the Legion of Dairy to you) make our way to the mighty USSR for a solid week of wrestling and commie bashing! Hooray, democracy!