Oh my, i don’t know what that employee put in his cigarette, but it has quite a dark smoke!
Burn Baby, Burn!
Bingo!
Sometimes it feels like these small-minded but quirky Russians are deliberately setting fires to confuse their opponents.
I like to see every morning the sunrise above the mountains and ruZZian refineries burning.
Blow up every last one of them in response to Putin’s and his orange puppet’s yesterday’s declaration of adoration for each other.
deary me,.
smoky morning smiling news!
Nothing like burning refineries early in the morning
Stalingrad: Ah, shit! Here we go again.
Maybe all the oil oligarchs will get together and toss little Putler out a window, then pull out of Ukraine entirely, if only to get their businesses back on track. Because there certainly doesn’t seem to be any upside for them.
I love the sight of burning Russian refineries in the morning! 👍
Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Oil, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of oil in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn’t find one of ’em, not one stinkin’ orc body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell? The whole hill. Smelled like… victory.
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Oh my, i don’t know what that employee put in his cigarette, but it has quite a dark smoke!
Burn Baby, Burn!
Bingo!
Sometimes it feels like these small-minded but quirky Russians are deliberately setting fires to confuse their opponents.
I like to see every morning the sunrise above the mountains and ruZZian refineries burning.
Blow up every last one of them in response to Putin’s and his orange puppet’s yesterday’s declaration of adoration for each other.
deary me,.
smoky morning smiling news!
Nothing like burning refineries early in the morning
Stalingrad: Ah, shit! Here we go again.
Maybe all the oil oligarchs will get together and toss little Putler out a window, then pull out of Ukraine entirely, if only to get their businesses back on track. Because there certainly doesn’t seem to be any upside for them.
I love the sight of burning Russian refineries in the morning! 👍
Kilgore: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Kilgore: Oil, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of oil in the morning. You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn’t find one of ’em, not one stinkin’ orc body. The smell, you know that gasoline smell? The whole hill. Smelled like… victory.
Someday this war’s gonna end.
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