Putin, you're fine. Borderline, but fine.
Medvedev, over here. It's time for an intervention.
President Medvedev, I wrote this poem to express how I feel when you dress like a nightclub owner...
(Cheers, Igor.)
The floor of the Moscow Metro with a sweet candy coating. It's irreverent, cogent, and produced by contributers who are Eurasian area specialists. Just because the Kremlin denied it does not make us wrong.
3 comments:
Pretty funny, but Pani Julia offends me more
Expatresse: We've long needed a photoshop compitition around here.
And M: You really do not like those lace sleves, do you?
What can I say, they offend me!
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