37 Times Vladimir Putin Looked Just Like He'd Smelled Something Bad

BERLIN, GERMANY - JUNE 01: Russian President Vladimir Putin speaks during a press conference with German Chancellor Angela Merkel at the Chancellery on June 1, 2012 in Berlin, Germany. Putin is on a one-day state visit to Germany before heading to France. The two leaders were reportedly expected to talk about Syria. (Photo by Carsten Koall/Getty Images)
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It's been a big year for Vladimir Putin. The Russian president single-handedly caused one of the biggest international crises of 2014 — and recent history — by annexing Crimea from the country of Ukraine. After an extremely tense few months between Russia and its neighbor, which saw the ousting of Ukrainian president Viktor Yanukovych, Putin took advantage of the unstable situation and deployed Russian troops to Crimea and claimed it for his country. If anyone ever doubted his machismo before this year, certainly nobody's questioning it now.

Since the annexation, Putin has been full steam ahead. The so-called Russian "bear" has not backed down on Crimea, nor has he bowed under pressure of the multiple rounds of sanctions imposed by the U.S. and its European NATO allies. In fact, during one of his harshest speeches on the U.S. in October, Putin said, "Such a country as Russia will certainly not bend under pressure."

While Putin is clearly best known for being unapologetically hard-line in his policies — and also his glistening, shirtless torso — the image of Putin that comes to a lot of minds is something else entirely. The Putin that many of us think of is the one who looks like he just smelled something bad, the Putin with the permanently fixed grimace, the Putin who's trying his best not to gag, the He Who Smelt It Dealt It Putin.

Here are 37 times Putin looked like he was thinking, "God, what is that smell?"


“Dear God, what in the name of my pectoral muscles is that smell?”


“Did you forget to pack the Old Spice again, Obama?”


“Sometimes it’s a burden to have sharp, bloodhound-like senses.”


“I’m fairly certain that wasn’t something I ate.”


“Merkel, a little decency, please.”


“I see you over there. Don’t think I don’t know who dropped that last bomb.”


“Good lord, that’s deadlier than any nuclear weapon I’ve ever owned.”


“What country is this and why does it smell like expired borscht?”


“OK, I’ll take full responsibility for that one.”


“It’s kind of difficult to concentrate on what you’re saying when you smell like the Chanel No. 5 factory after an earthquake.”


“Yes, Tony, I think that cheddar and sock scent is coming from you.”


“That new car smell was more like an old diaper smell.”


“Blech, what is that? Freedom?”


“One second. I just threw up a little bit in my mouth from the Glad Plug In.”


“Crap, I forgot to shower this morning, didn’t I?”


“I can’t tell whose cologne is more offensive, but my money is on David. What is that — Curve For Men?”


“God, look at these commoners. The stench is unbearable.”


“Why is Canada wafting over a weird pickle smell?”


Je-sus. Aqua Net much?”


“Nice try, David. I know it was you.”


“I will not tolerate those little bowls of potpourri they keep putting in every room in the Kremlin!”


“Oh no, here comes John Kerry and his coffee breath.”


“Did you just eat a whole platter of croissants or what? You smell so buttery.”


“If you could bottle the B.O. in this room, you’d have your next weapon of mass destruction.”


“I just can’t put my finger on it … sardines?”


“Sorry, but a few flowers aren’t going to mask the overwhelming scent of stupidity you people give off.”


“Could you not lean so close, man?”


“You smell like an everything bagel.”


“I approve of your new body wash, Merkel.”


“Is someone eating a tuna sandwich while I’m speaking?”


“No offense, but your breath smells like a rotting skunk who died from eating too much garlic.”


“Am I the only one who doesn’t like the smell of freshly baked cookies?”


“Is it too much to ask that these guys swipe on some antiperspirant and pop a breath mint or two?”


“Oh great … children.”


“This heat is really bringing out your musk, colonel.”


“I’m sorry, what was I saying? I lost my concentration somewhere between France’s camembert platter and Turkey’s kebab tray.”


“I haven’t heard a word you’ve said. Your breath made me pass out momentarily.”