Dear Diary: When my iPresidentophone sounded Song of the Volga Boatmen this morning, I was ready. " Is that you, Boozing Boris or you, Mikhail Gorbachev?" I inquired politely.
"It's Vlad Putin here, idiot, " came the reply. "
Do you wish to join me in the hotel dining room for a breakfast of hot sorghum porridge?"
Certainly, Mr Putin, Sir," I acquiesced. I had ordered my customary Froot Loops via room service, but these are the little sacrifices that we great leaders must make in the cause of World Peace. But enough about me.
"It's Vlad Putin here, idiot, " came the reply. "
Do you wish to join me in the hotel dining room for a breakfast of hot sorghum porridge?"
Certainly, Mr Putin, Sir," I acquiesced. I had ordered my customary Froot Loops via room service, but these are the little sacrifices that we great leaders must make in the cause of World Peace. But enough about me.
