There’s something about Russ.
The earnestness in every word. The amount of those words, like a trickle that becomes a gentle stream that becomes a torrent.
The positivity that never quits. Enthusiasm that never wanes. The glass half-full that never empties. The name-dropping. The politeness. The cordiality. The conviviality. The smile.
The sunglasses, indoors, at night. The celebrity wife. The strong religious faith he wears proudly. The high-fashion clothing and jewellery he sports. The “Let Russ cook’’ plea to permit his improvisational skills to shine, and the “DangeRuss’’ social media persona, fastidiously crafted.
There’s something about Russ.
The earnestness in every word. The amount of those words, like a trickle that becomes a gentle stream that becomes a torrent.
The positivity that never quits. Enthusiasm that never wanes. The glass half-full that never empties. The name-dropping. The politeness. The cordiality. The conviviality. The smile.
The sunglasses, indoors, at night. The celebrity wife. The strong religious faith he wears proudly. The high-fashion clothing and jewellery he sports. The “Let Russ cook’’ plea to permit his improvisational skills to shine, and the “DangeRuss’’ social media persona, fastidiously crafted.
