It has been a crazy month, and I find myself seeking out the comfort of Russian Pooh. Russian Pooh is browner and has a better pot belly. He's more spastic and awesomely Eurasian than our own taupe, pussy version.
I promise there is nothing like a few minutes of animated rhyming Russian gibberish to get you through the day. Take with vodka, natch.
Thanks to Marcus for introducing me to the joy that is Russian Pooh. (pic via)
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