

It’s also an incredibly stupid bureaucratic clusterfuck of the magnitude that only customs and border people can achieve. Surely there should be some mechanism wherein you can send a letter or something to the Russian authorities to inform them, “Hey, we’re trying this stupid stunt and here is our plan, let us make our declarations now and we’ll pick up all the paperwork on the way once we get there.” But there probably isn’t, and then you wind up with crap like this.
The tinniest of tin-pot jumped up little dictators are never to actually be found in your nation’s capital. Instead they’re all lined up along its borders acting like these various lines in the sand were laser-etched there by god and aren’t ultimately just arbitrary and, indeed, historically much more fluid than they’d like to pretend.







Right above Dat Boi is the Distracted Boyfriend meme.
Given the look on its face, the owl may be an O Rly?
I’m drawing a blank on the egg and its army, and the guy in the group of four with the nice hat.