I often consider myself a professor of sorts here, teaching you all sorts of nifty things about like…uh…cats playing the keyboard and mocking people who commit reprehensible crimes. Today we take a trip to Estonia with two love ladies to teach us how to say “12 months” in their native tongue.

I literally haven’t jerked off to a language lesson like that since we had to watch Destinos in 9th grade. Oh Arturo, why won’t you take care of Angela like she needed to be taken care of? She needs it. Even Don Fernando would have approved. Someone out there has to know this reference, don’t they?

Anyway I don’t know much about Estonia other than that it’s near Sweden (not to be confused with Switzerland, which often happens to many brilliant men) and it has a fload of hot chicks (as you can see in the video). It also sounds vaguely like a fictional place that Fred Flintstone would have taken Wilma and Pebbles to visit to take in a Stony Curtis concert.

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