logbook 15/04/2009 & 04/16/2009
position: near the buttercup
Stardate: scratched pretty
Tach also
good question from Mrs. S.:
plurality of hooks - the hooks or the Kleiderhäken?
The hooks, the Häker?
What, what?
There's now probably good advice very, very expensive.
Sigh.
Otherwise, I can announce, I am an absolute hero. Respectively. Nine Hero.
Bin mistress of the situation and the camp.
What I so in my few days vacation've done it all - so I did indeed believe in yourself, Ned, I had not seen myself (and made in particular).
I want to create (almost) anything if I really.
was honest.
Toll.
Gell?
Hmph, so far I was really successful.
And I sauheiß - it is now thought cool?
Sun
I have now found that Ms. Trude coughs.
After a while she wanted me to tell and has angequiekt me (probably she would tell me what it is missing), but that was only as a "caw" - suppose that Trudy is a chill-Pudi bissi (to take further that the chill has brought on the way to the vet last week).
And because I am a hysterical mother (like all moms wait, when it comes to the health of the brood), and because it can degenerate a Bissiverkühlung at sea squirrels quickly in a gross pneumonia .... I am tomorrow at 9:30 when the woman vet Trude.
Juhu! I g'frei mi! Was indeed, as I said, just last week there thinking but I even like my wife very veterinarian.
Technically I'm seen eating the last days of great boring - I always eat salad.
Maybe I ought to go (even) more among men - the herd seems to rub off on me.
Dears But tomorrow, tomorrow's asparagus. And although
Hungarian asparagus. But
siza!
What a faux pas, but where we have our own asparagus, the good (gilded?) From March Field. But Hungary has so once belonged to Austria so I thought I would stop buying the semi-quasi-ex-Austrian asparagus; o)
Ned only Frau Trude hat - my little pseudo Ferrari hat, too.
Nope. Actually, he "knocks". Allegedly. I still belong with nothing.
But Mr N. g'sagt has it - and what the Lord N. says is always true.
War refuel today.
I've already done several times, is not totally new to me: o)
And in complete mental state of confusion I have done the wrong fuel in my car. I are: the (my car) would indeed be able to say what! But no, not a mux, and boom: even regular gasoline instead of Super was in the tank.
in mind, I knew that I would expect to now no major engine damage - but was still hysterically.
WHAT TO DO FOR NOW? MAYBE MY CAR DIES ???!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
HELP!
cell phones can indeed be a curse - but sometimes just great.
For live and unedited directly from the gas station:
"Haaaaalllooo Mr. N.! Help! Help! Help! "The Lord
N. has a very calming effect on me. I've mentioned this before in any daily report in the snow: I trust the Lord, N. blind.
No, my car will not die, and no, I do not pump out the gasoline now or whatever. Super gasoline fill up on it soon - all is good, everything is beautiful.
But my car is perhaps bisserl "knock", but that is not bad.
Hach, Mr. N., a car mechanic in my heart! Please consider even nicer if you were to live in Holy St. Simmering, because then I would in fact due to any other road car ever so small shit to you: o) Well
. "Knocked" has my car yet.
But I am very curious to see how it sounds.
this, we must say that I "knock" at the word immediately and automatically to the rabbit "Thumper" think. This is the friend of Bambi, you know.
In my mind's eye I see that is a small gray rabbit sitting in my tank.
knock, knock, knock.
So, here's a tip for our night owls, which are a little something stuck in the 80s.
Some people still remember. Namely, in what once was, before there were large room with 15 different clubs dance floors. Given that only one DJ was at work, CD's, Club lounge, chill and All Inclusive binge drinking far and no sign. The good old disco, relatively small, usually somewhere in the basement with black lights, disco ball, fog from a fog machine and light colored lights of funny - they are still there. And I was there - unpackbar.
Wickie, Slime & everyday myths "Clubbing", regularly in the Cabaret fields mouse. This must be said that I had previously only once in my life when Wickie, Slime & everyday myths was, in ancient times - then Sofiensäle. NaIO, that was a fairly large venue, eh. Accordingly, I expected Huge. But as already mentioned: they are there just still, the "real" Disco ...
Na're paralyzed you (yes, yes, at times I thought, as I since so squished into this Bankerl for Smurfs and / or other short people sat ). And I was really shocked when they told me that was going on that night "eh little - usually it's much fuller here.
LOT FULL? How does that work please?
Well in any case: the Burner for people who feel in g'steckt full & complete smoke-filled mini-bars and probably to the beat of Village People want to weigh melody. And insert a bisserl a Knädl, I say yes to san in the elite first blow.
A couple, incidentally, was present for that very, very safe at the time machine (I say only: Fluxkompensator!) Had come from about 1982 right after 2009. Or they had wigs on and have looted the charity fund of clothes - this could of course be.
trim video of the day:
(Lacuna Coil - Spellbound)
Jo, and then I wanted to say that I am really glad that I did not cucumber daily by car through the area has. I probably would have already connected me any sect, which bequeathed to my belongings and would now live as a hermit in some hole in the ground (of course including the herd). I can: there can be only so dopey in this traffic and these drivers!
But despite nothing more: there's more! On the pseudo-Ferrari, now watching whether the knockers shows now. I just hope that it will not move in with me (the Uncle Emil ity certainly freak out completely, which I'm sure)
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