I'm a twenty-something Russian girl. (A lady never reveals her age.) I happen to be married to an American hunk.
According to the American Declaration of Independence, when a Russian girl ties the knot with an American boy she becomes eligible for a free Green Card from George Soros. Don't ask me why — Thomas Jefferson just wanted it that way.
George can give mine to a Syrian refugee. I don't want it.
I've visited America many times. Like Khrushchev marveling at Iowa's vast cornfields, I was at first star-struck by America.
So many iPhones. So many reality TV shows. And 10,000 different brands of breakfast cereal. Literally.
What's a girl not to love?
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