You're not the first to notice a resemblance. Y'know, I don't think they ever had proof that he died...

LOL!!! What an erie resemblance.


You know that he was tricked into consuming enough cyanide to kill 3 men, beaten with chains, stabbed, castrated (**** allegedly flung across the room), shot several times in the chest and back, then tossed into the icy Neva river.

When they recovered his supposed corpse a week later, they found that he had drowned (water in his lungs)...

Ya feel any better these days, Rasputin, er, I mean Redsquid?

oh, mcshizal...

Wow. They did all that to Rasputin? Is he ok?

he got over it

Last I heard, he gave up women & was working on some show tunes.

Also tried shilling for a tobacco house or two but found it too excruciatingly nerve- wracking and painful...


Rasputin, that is- not Redsquid.
Redsquid is still a merengue dance instructor at Arthur Murray's.

Actually I prefer the foxtrot. And there is absolutely nothing to read into my penchant for borscht, and Volga limousines.

That's right, redquid. There's nothing wrong with that. But dude...that eye-splitting stare you have is friggin creepy. You gotta tone it down a bit. I feel like you're fittin' me for a skin suit...kinda puts the lotion in the basket...

LOL!!!!!!!
He has a way with that stare, doesn't he Al?

"Here's the moisturizer. Now, rub your skin 'til it's soft and supple. I'll be wearing it..." Brrrrrrr! LOL!!


Oh, and schkanizel, er, schcasizzle, uh, zhkanipplez, or whatever back at you Pablo. (Sniff Doggy Poop- right? See, I know my rappers).

Now, that's another one with a stare. Got any cocoanut oil, Pablo?

LOL!

Yes he does. The Tsaritsa Alexandra dug it.

Man, that's just downright spooky ...

...No, I drank it all.