Pootin:
“Next person who farts caviar will go to the front lines”!
General:
“But sir, you’re the only one who had some at dinner.”
Pootin:
“You make grave mistake komrade. It was my dog. You will now be strapped to one of my new hypersonic missiles and flown into the Ukrainian Nazi Territory.”
Well, that one to the left, he had a flap holster and he was in no itchin’ hurry. And the one next to him, he had scared eyes; he wasn’t gonna do nothin’. But that one in the center, he had crazy eyes. Figured him to make the first move.
“I’m getting so tired of people sending me those Hitler Rant memes…”
“It’s time for your helicopter ride, Mr. Putin.”
The cackler didn’t win?
Bummer.
“Drones – why does it always have to be drones?”
Pootin:
“Next person who farts caviar will go to the front lines”!
General:
“But sir, you’re the only one who had some at dinner.”
Pootin:
“You make grave mistake komrade. It was my dog. You will now be strapped to one of my new hypersonic missiles and flown into the Ukrainian Nazi Territory.”
“If I blink while looking at you this way, you’re dead meat.”
What you talkin’ ’bout, Willis?
“Sir, Biden called again. He’s still waiting on your decision about what flavor of icecream you want for Hunter’s “Off the Hook” party.”
Well, that one to the left, he had a flap holster and he was in no itchin’ hurry. And the one next to him, he had scared eyes; he wasn’t gonna do nothin’. But that one in the center, he had crazy eyes. Figured him to make the first move.
Where are your Pussycats?
Three weeks, Tovarisch. You said I would be strolling the streets of Kiev in three weeks. How many weeks ago did you tell me that, Tovarisch?
“I said ‘Poland’, ‘POLAND’, not ‘Ukraine’.
“The US just sailed the USS Abraham Lincoln into the South China Sea you say.”
“We are Russian. For us there is no happy.”