I have Michael Bublé's "Russian Unicorn"

I have Michael Bublé's "Russian Unicorn" stuck in my head.

This is making my Ukrainian boyfriend annoyed. It's like centuries of oppression and being ground under the Russian heel and now this. I called Michael Bubl�. "Please stop singing

anything by Mariah Carey, it's just too urban." That shocked my Ukrainian Boyfriend because he was very PC. Michael Buble understood exactly what I was saying. He smoothed things

Out with his charming accent. Being PC meant listening to hip-hop, rap, and such. I hated it, but my Ukranian boyfriend loved going to clubs. I hated clubs because everyone smoked.

Then they would tell me how smoking I was, when I wasn't. "This ol' face? Oh this is the face I wear when I don't care what I look like." I smiled, secretly loathing him more. When

he smiled back at me a little longer than necessary, I decided to mess with the *sshole more. "You know," I said, staring into his eyes & using my huskiest tone, "If you'd like to

dance, I'm pretty good at the Rhumba." "But..." he stammered back at me, "I don't..." but it was too late. Green velvet drapes opened on a stage to our right, where an entire band

she retorted. This was NOT the way his mother spoke to his father. Suddenly, he was enraged - enraged with the power of his ancestors. "Auchtung, mein Frau!" he shouted. "Streudel

lässt mich einstürzende neubauten und sie an Kanarienvögel verfüttern." A Teutonic flood of syllables erupted from his mouth. His mother retorted "Dumkompf!" then left, disgusted.