That's a cat on a synthesizer. When I want relaxing music, I listen to Delius or Butterworth.

The real question is whether or not Brainbook makes your face bigger.

Riveting.

It's the day shift clocking in at Uncle Scrooge's money bin.

At least the curve conjurs up visions of a reclining beauty.

I remember an elementary school science class in which mercury was poured into our hands and we played with the ball of mercury by rolling it around our hands. We also put it on nickels. Shined them right up.
And there was no health consequence...
What was I talking about?

You vill be za happiest place on earth.

A good metaphor for the Russian economy: It's a wreck, but it keeps on moving.

BTW, there is Chinese on the truck, so it might be imported.

Language is about communication. If you won't accept English on its own terms, go home to Germany, where people will be happy to tell you what you may or may not say.

What's the point of viewing beautiful landscapes, while drums hammer and an electric guitar screams?

Is that Tuvok in the background?

Now it's Vatican't.

Communists killed at least 30 million of their ancestors. Are they that ignorant? That uneducated?

I don't get it. The backgrounds were shown from behind and beside the guinea pigs, yet it was only in front of them.

No doubt they belonged to Alvinus Bundius.