Come, my little ball of clay. I shall shape you like I have shaped Russia: By forcing my will upon you until you submit.
On three, rock, paper, scissors.
Let's call Vlad..... he should be able to pull us out with his teeth
I'm straight, but I ... just ... can't ... resist
Now, there's an animal I can identify with Leopards and KGB....we never change our spots
I know why the caged Putin sings