We are Forerunners. Guardians of all that exists. The roots of the galaxy have grown deep under our careful tending. Where there is life, the wisdom of our countless generations has saturated the soil. Our strength is a luminous sun, towards which all intelligence blossoms... And the impervious shelter beneath which it has prospered.
Friday T&A: Благодарю Бога за русских девушек Edition
Google Translate tells me that the bit of gobbledegook that's in the title translates into "Thank God for Russian girls". For the, like, two Slavic-speaking people who read this tumbleweed-infested blog of alcohol-fuelled nonsense and know how to read Cyrillic, don't blame me if that's not accurate, technically it ain't my fault.
If I did, in fact, use the wrong phrase (which is a virtual certainty), anyone who speaks actual Russian- without a Georgian accent, thank you very much- is free to correct me in the comments below.
Assuming, of course, you get past the ladies.
Note: I had to do a fair bit of arduous (read: really good fun) research to find all of these, so I hope you guys appreciate it.
(It also occurred to me while I was putting this together that there might be a bit more A than T this week. That wasn't intentional. I intend to correct that egregious oversight next week.) Enjoy your weekend, all you lovable bastards.