That's when you know you've consolidated every conceivable drop of power. You can cruise around with your man-boobs hanging out, and then go on national teevee and warble badly and *still*, nobody dares fuck with you.
In front of the likes of Gerard Depardieu and Sharon Stone, to boot. Sarkozy must be dying to do the same, God spare us!
It all amounts to a depressing reminder of how our leaders don't give a fuck about anything besides their own power and glory.
Suspicions confirmed, this fucker is definitely in the closet. I've always suspected a J . Edgar Hoover/Clyde Tolson thing going on there with Putin and his cute little sidekick, now I'm sure of it.
He should stick to standing in the river half nekkid, wrestling passing fish, as long as he can resist the temptation to serenade them – U.N. sanctions have been applied for lesser acts of cruelty.
Come on, Bill Clinton wasn't any better honking his sax on Arsenio Hall's show, but we all bought into the novelty of the act. He was a r'il guy we could have play after a few beers at our house parties.
I was waitin for Sarah to pull out the ol flute in Haiti, but she was too busy keeping her hands sterile from teh joyful cholera-stricken blackies.
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What fresh hell is this.
And just when did the world turn into a surrealist's drugged nightmare?
1965 I believe.
Video is blocked at work. Was B.B. King backing him on balalaika?
Then this is one of the few cases where a corporation is sincerely looking out for your better interests.
Wow. Who lip syncs to people standing on the stage with them? Scary, scary KGB dictators, that's who.
I was about to criticize his piano and singing skills, but then realized I don't want polonium in my soup.
Good point. It may add flavor, but the aftertaste is a bitch.
I'm Russian. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly serfs?
That was painful. If Nicholas II & family witnessed this they would have begged for the firing squad.
In Soviet Russia, bad singer make Simon Cowell cry.
Russia's Got Talent. Even better, a duet with John Ashcroft on "Where Eagles Soar"
That's when you know you've consolidated every conceivable drop of power. You can cruise around with your man-boobs hanging out, and then go on national teevee and warble badly and *still*, nobody dares fuck with you.
It's absolutely hilarious 'cause it's true.
In Russia, Blueberry Hill finds thrill on you.
Do Yacov-Smirnoff-style jokes ever get old?
Seriously…
Not as long as the /yakov tag is used.
In Branson, olds get Yakov Smirnov jokes.
It's good to be the king.
Talk about a missed opportunity! Think of the impact if he'd have been topless on a horse.
Looks and sounds like the first round rejects American Idol reunion.
It still wasn't as terrible as Gwyneth Paltrow singing "Fuck You" on Glee.
Next up he will draft an entire regiment to stage his own production of Happy Days.
Putin will, of course, be playing Arthur Herbert Fonzarelli.
In front of the likes of Gerard Depardieu and Sharon Stone, to boot. Sarkozy must be dying to do the same, God spare us!
It all amounts to a depressing reminder of how our leaders don't give a fuck about anything besides their own power and glory.
Less singing, more bear wrestling!
Barry will be singing "I fought the Law" pretty soon.
Heh. Although "The Thrill is Gone" works well too. Also, as well.
Before the revolution, there was nothing here. Seems like there still isn't
That's nothing. In Soviet Canuckistan, the Prime Minister ruins every song you ever loved:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=58nyP7qq5Hw
Not impressed. If he sings Trolololololo, then we're in business.
Palin could hear this from her house.
Putin's performance in the "arabian" segment of fellow commie Tschakovsky's "Nutcracker" more than offsets his butchering of Antoine Domino's hit.
Butchering things is just what the man does. Can you really be surprised?
Suspicions confirmed, this fucker is definitely in the closet. I've always suspected a J . Edgar Hoover/Clyde Tolson thing going on there with Putin and his cute little sidekick, now I'm sure of it.
That performance sucked, but anyone who didn't clap should have checked their water with a geiger counter.
Удалой молодец, Володя!
I gave you a point so I could pretend I can read Rooskie. (Pretend to whom, exactly?)
Anna Chapman? Sasha Pivovarova? Milla Jovovich? Lena Katina and Yulia Volkova in t.A.T.u? Or me, ya big lug?
♪♫ "I found my thrill, on Hamburger Hill…" ♪♫
- Fats Domino Theory
Ain't that a Позор?
Nyet, singing, shirtless, this man is no Hassellhoff.
Mneh. I'd be far more impressed if he sang the birthday song of Krokodil Gena:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKaRb28b0NU
Needs more Minnie Driver in Goldeneye. Way, way more.
I know you haters got to hate but what I want to know is what does the Beiber think of it?
There has never been a theater more in need of nerve gas.
I didn't think it was possible to hate Kevin Costner anymore, and then he done went and did it.
I knew right then that he would never have me shot several times in the elevator.
He should stick to standing in the river half nekkid, wrestling passing fish, as long as he can resist the temptation to serenade them – U.N. sanctions have been applied for lesser acts of cruelty.
Is it just me or do some of the celebrities in the crowd look scared to death about what will happen if they don't stand up and clap?
Come on, Bill Clinton wasn't any better honking his sax on Arsenio Hall's show, but we all bought into the novelty of the act. He was a r'il guy we could have play after a few beers at our house parties.
I was waitin for Sarah to pull out the ol flute in Haiti, but she was too busy keeping her hands sterile from teh joyful cholera-stricken blackies.
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