No, seriously. HEY! Or Hay, or something.
Hmm. The video says this is the “Alps in 1934.” If I recall correctly, they had a spot of trouble in those parts not long after that. Can’t quite remember the details. Well, no matter. How much trouble could guys wearing leather shorts and armed with pitchforks cause? I wouldn’t be worried about their naval capabilities, either. I mean, what are they gonna do dressed like Sherlock Holmes on a raft.
Awesome wrestling moves at the 1:00 mark. Very wholesome. They look like nice fellows. Besides, as we’ve learned from the Simpsons, no one who speaks German could ever be evil.
I don’t know why, but I’m getting the uncontrollable urge to go out and hit a widget with a hammer. A big hammer. A big, burly hammer that puts hair on your chest every time you whack something. Actually, scratch that. I want a huge open-end wrench made out of gnarly cast iron. I’ll go around tightening huge bolts and beating massive boilers until boiling-hot oil come bursting out and gives me severe burns across the better half of my body. Wait — scratch that last part.
The Borderline Sociopathic gymnast fears only two things: pigeons and sneezing.
By the way, impress your friends and win bar bets by knowing the name of that circus music they’re playing on the soundtrack: Sobre las Olas by Juventino Rosas.
(Thanks to our friends at Within the Crainium for sending that one along)