Russian Women's My Time

Oh, Honey. I remember when Putin was like, Putin.

 I dated him in my 20s. Oh, you did, too? Of course we did. A bottle of Ruski Standard, a strand of pearls surrounding some caviar, and a 1984 Limo with a hot tub cruising around Moscow, and we're done. Oh, Honey, you know what I mean....

It's like with all that luxury and muscle and power and death you suddenly get dickmatized into not noticing their video games with you IN THE HOT TUB. Then one day you wake up. What happens? You start a women's punk group that tells those Russian men, "I know what you did to me last summer!!!"