i’m sorry to every pair of drawn-on rectangular instagram eyebrows i’ve ever made fun of. i truly was not prepared for the brezhnev brows
Brezhnev isn’t #1, he’s the entire leaderboard — those eyebrows have their own ZIP code.
Posting smut like this is why the US is doomed
Peak male form
Mrs. Brezhnev: “Leonid, what are you doing on that computer?”
Brezhnev: “I browse”
Dad joke level unlocked!
Werewolf.
Mentat-ass lookin motherfucker
It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Sapho that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.
Great line from an even greater Film adaptation.
The spice must flow…
His political calculations must’ve been unparalleled.
It’s like he nabbed Stalin’s moustache off his corpse when he died and glued it to his forehead upside down.
My dad used to joke that after Stalin’s death, his mustache went into hiding as Breschnev’s eyebrows
“And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it wasn’t for those meddling Bolsheviks!”
Damn this dude already looks like a political caricature of himself
He looks qualified to own a car wash. (Reference)
Fun fact: Romania’s current prime-minister, just like Bogdan, has mighty eyebrows
Soviet eyebrows were no match for Romanian eyebrows. That’s why Romania lives on
He looks qualified to
ownbe a car wash.And now I’m just imagining that guy brushing cars with those eyebrows
He’s a bloody Hynerian!
A Farscape reference in the wild, you don’t see that everyday
He’s a mentat.
no…NO…WHAT DID THEY DO
Optical illusion.
When you turn the picture upside down it’s Tom Selleck.
His eyebrows are cosplaying as Londo from Babylon 5
The funniest thing about this is that they look trimmed. How wild were they before he intervened?
Looking up pics of him is kind of a trip, you can tell he gets them trimmed regularly, but not regularly enough. He’s constantly cycling from normal human eyebrows up to this.
That was a delightfully weird rabbit hole, and thank you for that. It’s almost as if his eyebrows were a metaphor for the health of the USSR.
My grandfather’s clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopp’d short — never to go again —
When the old man died.
Like that song, except with eyebrows.
Chasing a receding hairline with your eyebrows.
It’s not clear who’s winning, but I’m along for the ride.
