The Russian dude is in a foreign land and doesn't know what the hell he's doing. I smell fresh blood and Jazz should pounce like the Tea Party on the NWO. Even his reptilian interior can't protect him from the pressure of the unfamiliar. I'm sure Lograd had a syndrome for it. (<<Sorry, but your name is extra blurry to me and I"m still not sure what it is exactly. I would forget if I figured it out anyway, so, Crack a Beer!)
Pounce that, homie.
That is huge!
Pounce that, homie.
That is huge!