Be Like Putin

Ok. This is my attempt to prove that I am able to blog in English, and also to outshine Jasmina’s Blog-related prominence, in that matter.

Vuk Draskovic would probably say: The frog lift her legs in the air when she saw the horse getting new quadruplets of shoes.
Before you get all critical on my ass (cute I might add), I must say that I never learned English in school. I never had a private sexy young English-lingo tutor (which I’ll regret till the day I die).

As you can see, I returned from the Monastery as good as new, freshened up and ready for a new begin.

But the trouble is that I have a little problem to find the adequate subject for my first blog written in English… It should be something special….hmmm… Sex?

After a week spent behind the walls of the Monastery, I got a little bit sick of sex – and that is the reason why I left the Holy place.

Politics..? No thanks, I do not have enough energy to write about the sick bustard Velja Ilic, or that blob of a snob Kostunica, or, for that matter, Mr. Egomaniac-divine, Tadic. But I could find within, just enough strength left to write about that Mr. Pervert, Vladimir, alias, Vladimir Putin.

You all know that I adore Russia, that I dream about living in Moscow and that Vladimir Putin is my favorite sick-O of all the sick bastards out there.

However, after I have seen his newest editorial in some gay magazine titled “Please don’t jerk off on my photos”, I can only say that he is my new personal hero.

If you look at his pictures closely enough, you can see a sub-message in his eyes “All men want to be me, and all ladies want to date me” – and this is so fuckin’ true.

Putin took his shirt off when he was vacationing with Prince Albert of Monaco somewhere in the Siberian Mountains – two men alone in the Siberian Mountains? How convenient! Maybe it’s a Russian version of “Brokeback Mountain”? But, who is mounting whom?

Big Russia Vs. small Monaco!? The answer is so obvious.

But unfortunately, Serbia ‘has a horse for this race’. If you counting on Tadic – you are mistaken…

Who is Serbia’s icon of a ragged-men-holiness, who has that extra somethin’, somethin’, we all luv 2 luv??

But of course, there can be only one – Vojislav Kostunica, The Main Baya (pardon my French).

Can you imagine Kostunica shirtless? Come on, it’s not so hard... I must say that I have a desire to see Voja’s hairy tities.

And I will use this opportunity to call on Vojislav Kostunica to go fishing and to take sexy photos, exclusively, for the Queeria blog audience. But who would be the perfect companion for this Serbian version of “Brokeback Mountain” with Voja the hunky madafacka?

I will very much appreciate your suggestions regarding this crucial issue (in Serbian pls, I do not have the energy to blog in a different language, except maybe in Russian...hmmm...Putin on my mind…shirtless...AGAIN been there done that, move on!)

Yours truly,
Predrag M. Azdejkovic (Special thanks to Steva)

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