Dear Diary: I fear that the Count Chocula cereal that I used to replace my morning Froot Loops, was making me a trifle reckless. I asked the kitchen to come up with something else. They did. And that is how I came to be eating Lucky Charms this fine Friday, when my specially engraved iPresidentophone burst into the masculine harmonies of the Moscow Steel Foundry Choir. "Hello, Vlad," I said, for it was he.
"Good morning, Obamavich. I looked up the word "piss" in my English-Russian dictionary and I was not amused by what I found. I was going to leave a phone message saying 'Piss off to you, too' but I decided that something more physical was required. Hence the cruise missile test NATO detected yesterday. I spoke: "I apologize for my disrespect Count Putin, Sir, and I will not repeat it."
"Good, Obamavich, any more disrespect and I will take you behind the woodshed at the next major summit meeting. Das vidanya, Obama." Scary man. But enough about me.
"Good morning, Obamavich. I looked up the word "piss" in my English-Russian dictionary and I was not amused by what I found. I was going to leave a phone message saying 'Piss off to you, too' but I decided that something more physical was required. Hence the cruise missile test NATO detected yesterday. I spoke: "I apologize for my disrespect Count Putin, Sir, and I will not repeat it."
"Good, Obamavich, any more disrespect and I will take you behind the woodshed at the next major summit meeting. Das vidanya, Obama." Scary man. But enough about me.