A word of caution:

Never let your boy-boobed youngsters have access to the disturbing "music" of AC/DC.

The effects can be comical.



Take away the computer, the camera, the smartly—yet minimalisticly decorated living room, and you have an exact reenactment of how Arnica spent his entire summer of 1980 (boy-boobs were at full attention whenever the AC/DC was heard).