I would be the first to admit under oath that whenever a copy of Barry Trotter sells, it's entirely due to a cover packed full of subliminal advertising. (Thanks, Rodger--the Grim Reapers having sex really works. I'm still marvelling at how you put breasts on a skeleton.) But I'm not the only believer--Russian TV is apparently full of it. (Subliminal advertising, that is...)



"Boy, Leonid, it's the strangest thing--I could really go for having sex while drinking a beer and eating some cat food that smells like deodorant..."