If you are looking for an eligible bachelor who also happens to be the president of Botswana, then look no further than Ian Khama, the president of Botswana.
If you like that hat, just wait until you see his shoes!
Ian Khama is 62 years hot and has never been married, insisting that he is too busy with state “affairs” to find a wife.
I, on the other hand, am not too busy to do anything, and I swear on this hollowed-out bible with a cupcake hidden in it that I will not rest until I find a romantic partner for Ian Khama. (At least, I won’t rest much. Any more than normal, let’s say.)
And hey, as long as you’re here, why don’t we check to see if Ian Khama’s soul mate is YOU? Hopefully it will be, and then my search will be over and I can get back to eating secret cupcakes in the bathroom with the shower running to conceal the sounds of my happy murmuring.
Tony Abbott is the prime minister of Australia—you know, the country shaped like this cornflake. He’s the leader of Australia’s Liberal Party, although “liberal” here means the opposite of what you think it means. It’s just like how summer down there is winter, and
WOAH, hold on. Where did this photo of shirtless Tony Abbott come from? (more…)
—Mr. President?… Mr. President?
—Hm? What’s that? Sorry, my mind was somewhere else.
—If you don’t mind me saying so, Your Excellency, you haven’t quite been yourself ever since you subscribed to that magazine about lighthouses. (more…)
They are not ranked in order of hotness, because I couldn’t find a picture of every president in the same age range, and in a couple of cases I couldn’t find a youthful photo or portrait at all. In those instances I just substituted a a picture of Tommy Lee Jones or whoever. Enjoy!
You’re in for a real treat today! And no, I don’t mean a cookie. The treat is that I just finished the first chapter of my much-anticipated Vladimir Putin fan fiction novel! It’s not a cookie, but it’s…well…that’s all I can think to say about it, actually.
Chapter 1: Meetin’ Putin
It has been three long months since you landed a job in the mailroom at the Kremlin (thanks Monster.com!), but something about it still makes you feel nervous and on edge.
Maybe it’s because you’re spending so many hours alone in the cavernous basement mailroom, sorting through stacks of mail as high as St. Basil’s Cathedral. (Well, like a 2-foot-tall replica of St. Basil’s Cathedral.)
Maybe it’s because you’re not always sure what’s going on, because you don’t speak any Russian.
Or maybe it’s because your breath gets caught in your throat like a prisoner in Siberia every time you catch a glimpse of your boss—Vladimir Putin.
If you are not putting this much effort into your eye makeup, then you are failing as a woman. (Or you’re a man. In which case, congratulations!)
Cristina Fernández de Kirchner is the president of Argentina and the only head of state who knows how to properly apply eyeliner. (Here’s a tip: You put on a lot. I mean, a LOT. There. Now you look great! Like a sexy panda.) (more…)
Greek Prime Minister Alexis Tsipras is the best thing to happen to Greece since the disgusting Greek yogurt fad. Not only is he handsome, he is also in favor of spending money with reckless abandon. So basically he has everything that I want in a man, except for a candy bar that he brought me as a surprise. And for all I know he has that too! Someone should check his pockets. (more…)