Good day. With horror, I was again beaten into brutal way of life, just how hard can this be, and that is hiding behind many things, but more appearance than substance.
It behaved as providing I wanted to celebrate a sunny beautiful day, my well-deserved lunch break. Gladly I practice something with such great weather conditions on a park bench. And then I schlawenzelte so by the local rose garden, I saw her. Large. Inviting. Seeming almost. This park bench was perfect, it was located relatively quiet, stood under a tree is not too much shade and the view of the said garden was stunning. My bench went to heart.
But unfortunately it happened differently. I sighted the bank already brisk step, when two other ice eating creatures with their thick asses settled there. Dream burst. That hurt very much. Sad and hateful so I trotted over to the dream of a bench and sat down then stop at another bank, which was maybe 30 yards away. The enemy is still in view. Those Notlösungsbank was quite nice, could not meet my expectations, but of course to some extent. Too close to the road, too much sun, too many people. She was ok, but I wanted something completely different. Ridiculous! But what should I do? Internally
came bleating and screaming but I suddenly in a state of shock when I saw that my dream bank was free again. Of course I am immediately from the other bank stood, then sat down on the same any old aged pensioners. Just arrived, I could not believe my luck, I was now sitting proudly on my conquest that pertain only to me. Absolute relaxation and satisfaction is on the way, I was ready to let myself fall into the endless weight of my half hour lunch break.
Hmm. Something was not. Critical view. Quite a few bugs in the bank. Well well, so I can live with. As long as I do not come too close. Next relax. But what was this strange smell? Extremely critical eye. I had just placed on the side of the bank, where a very crowded and moving up too define smelling trash was. Hmm. Nagut. I slipped (through various beetles) to the other side of the bank. Finally relax on. Sudden nausea. What now? Angry look that could kill. Oh - my - God! I follow the trail of the little summer wind that carried a very extreme shit smell to me, next to the bank and discovered a thick steaming dog shit. Disgusting. Drum flew many small turd flies that made me mad. I looked longingly back to the other bench on which sat the old men.
And what we learn this little anecdote from Brauner's teenage years? For one should not always more you want to be on the Face flies, and second, the things that you are incredibly beautiful and attractive presents, like to be an absolute grip the toilet until you just want to rehash the past. Hach, I'll say yes always, this blog you kloppt a wisdom after another into your fragile minds. Since I have fun doing it. Until next time.
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