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Fun fact: the group consists of 8 women, but Eurovision rules state that no more than 6 people can be on stage for one act, so, obviously, two stayed behind in Buranovo, which is pretty damn rural. And one of them had a rather brilliant reason for choosing to stay behind. In an interview, she told ESC officials- with a deadpan serious expression on her face-
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No, I chose to stay behind. If I went on tour, who would feed the goats?
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To give them their real name, they are the Buranovskiye Babushki, or 'the old women of Buranovo'. And they were Russia's delegation at this year's Eurovision. During their performance, they had a giant rotating oven on-stage with them, and over the course of their three-minute song, they baked a batch of cakes.
Europe's response: 'OMG SO CUTE MUST VOTE FOR THEM.' (They ended up coming 2nd out of 42.)
My response: '...Dafuq am I watching?'
...PARTY FOR EVERYBODY!
Kotšıše no šumpote no, punije no šumpote
Kotšıše no šumpote no, punije no šumpote
Mılı-kıdı kapčija no šumpotonen pačılme
Mılı-kıdı kapčija no šumpotone no!
What might just help with said thinking could be the fumes from the potion shop opposite, if the effects of one of their potions in TWW was anything to go by.
Cyril's being rather deep, all of a sudden. Then again, I guess when you're a shopkeeper on a mildly underpopulated supercontinent in the sky, you probably wouldn't have much to do all day but philosophise.
It's like Face Pain, but without a giant bicycle wheel, several packets of Doritos, some thin-cut bacon, two sets of pedals, Jack Dee, Bob Mortimer, Vic Reeves or pain on the external facial area.
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