Tenesu inant'yerehab isreNoch!
Tenesu yemdr gosQwaloch!

Whaaa?! Who was singing that?!!? Oh, it was me? Oopsie...all that early childhood brainwashing has a way of rearing its ugly head at the oddest moments. Why, just the other day I was at Jacques Dessange...well, never mind.

Selam Seledawiyan'na Seledawiyat! LDs are getting more and more creative these days (read "it's getting hard not to let the loonies in"!). Instead of giving you the whole kit-n-kaboodle at once, we've agreed with the hostag...er...writers that we would let them give us one entry a week. It would give you a good reason to come back week after week instead of fooooooooooooooooot malet'ing the entire issue in one sitting (we KNOW you people are out there). It would also allow us to tortur...malet'm...convince the two hosta...guests at our dacha that it would be worth their while to continue toiling on their entries. And everyone is happy (especially Boris, our new warden...did I say warden? I mean host! Truly!)

So let's listen to what these two muTi-affoch have to say about class. OOOsss! Snesrat!

A Luta Continua!

(er...Boris? Can you bring up some more of the Beluga with the next bottle of vodka? Spaiseeba, my brotha!)