Is this smile as lame as it feels?
“Madam Prime Minister, I’d like to toast your people with a big glass of this, uh, pinot noir? Merlot?
“Oh Mr. President, that’s not red wine, that’s our famous local RHUBARB juice!”
“Are you sh***ing me? What I’ve got in my mouth right this minute is rhubarb juice?”
“Why yes, Mr. President. You should swallow it, because it’s starting to dribble out your nose. There’s plenty more where that came from!”
“Oh my God, this tastes like tepid monkey spit! How long do I have to stand here with this frozen grin on my face? Why don’t those news photographers go away, so I can spit this crap out on the sidewalk? I think it’s starting to eat away at my gold fillings…”
“We’ll show you the processing plant, Mr. President. We take ripe rhubarb and run over it with old Soviet tractors, then we…”
Russia’s President Dmitry Medvedev and Finland’s Prime Minister Mari Kiviniemi (L) enjoy glasses of Kultaranta rhubarb juice as they meet at Kultaranta manor, the presidential summer residence, in Naantali July 21, 2010. Medvedev is on his second day of his visit to Finland. REUTERS/Lehtikuva/Martti Kainulainen