Grey november skies are inviting pull make remaining in bed inviding. Young man takes the short cut through the bedroom to the bathroom. Tinkle flush wash return, complains of dizziness and cold. A start to the christmas season, first advent, season of goodwill. A bad omen in the time of good will to all of man.
Sits on the sofa staring at the television showing sentimental rubbish about the beauty of old fogeys and their grandchildren taking relaxed walks on the shore of bavarian lakes in summer after protracted breakfast on hotel patios over the water of these lakes with paddle steamers paddle steaming over the sparkling morning-sun illuminated surface delivering early morning postmen wheeling antiquated bicycles with their post bags- cut to the commentator saying this blue landscape always fascinates him.
the stupid asine logorohoic git. Quasselsuechtiger Eselhaftiger Volltrottel.
You think wildos humour is not up to the mark?
It is in miserable order.
Everyone coughing hawking, no spitting yet.
And they show pictures of half-dead fully demented pensioners enjoying the eve of their lives in the overpriced summery environment of the bavarian lakes near Munich.
Why get wound up.
Bring the bialetti to the balcony, put the old grounds into the waste bin, return, pour out the sons peppermint tea, give it to him, that asine show was too much for even him, put the bialetti together and turn on the gas flame.
Headwhistle joins gas hiss.
misery
Sits on the sofa staring at the television showing sentimental rubbish about the beauty of old fogeys and their grandchildren taking relaxed walks on the shore of bavarian lakes in summer after protracted breakfast on hotel patios over the water of these lakes with paddle steamers paddle steaming over the sparkling morning-sun illuminated surface delivering early morning postmen wheeling antiquated bicycles with their post bags- cut to the commentator saying this blue landscape always fascinates him.
the stupid asine logorohoic git. Quasselsuechtiger Eselhaftiger Volltrottel.
You think wildos humour is not up to the mark?
It is in miserable order.
Everyone coughing hawking, no spitting yet.
And they show pictures of half-dead fully demented pensioners enjoying the eve of their lives in the overpriced summery environment of the bavarian lakes near Munich.
Why get wound up.
Bring the bialetti to the balcony, put the old grounds into the waste bin, return, pour out the sons peppermint tea, give it to him, that asine show was too much for even him, put the bialetti together and turn on the gas flame.
Headwhistle joins gas hiss.
misery
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