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Getbig Main Boards => General Topics => Topic started by: Eyeball Chambers on March 31, 2008, 02:30:06 AM
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wonderful!
post some pics of mosques, head scarfs and nuggas too! :-X :-X :-X
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wonderful!
post some pics of mosques, head scarfs and nuggas too! :-X :-X :-X
:-X >:(
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;D
the W140 S Class was the best.
Mercedes S class 1991 intro Topgear W140
the MB McLaren SLR 722
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Excellent contributions to this thread MB_722!
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Excellent movie:
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:-X :-X
Welcome to the islamic republic of germany. :-X :-X
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I'm not even German. I like alot of things German
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...French Mustache, but a German joke?
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Post some pics of Turks! Germany just isnt Germany without em! nowadays anywho... :'(
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I've more than a few German friends and acquaintances and they try very hard. Goodness, that language they have to grow up with !
One girly I know, Jana, (who did her Uni in England and graduated with high honours), went on to produce that awful show with the guy who cuts up bodies, what's his name? Some German scientist surgeon. Hope she just did the translation.
Some have a wicked sense of humour, kinda slow, but... funny words.
Today there was a news story on the BBC regarding German frockensheld (sp). Fruenshite?
Ends with switch.
I only studied Latin, French and Spanish, so forgive me.
Maybe you're just going topical? Is it some kind of Allemande Anniversary? Because today was wonderful in London, it was the RAF's massive do.
Big fly past with the Red Arrows and a few WWII planes. Right over my house. Incredible. Celebration.
xL
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Excellent contributions to this thread MB_722!
I'll agree with you on one thing: the autobahn.
The only place you can drive that BMW with the right pedal down.
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BBC News:
Flypast marks RAF's anniversary
Red Arrows 90th anniversary formation
The Red Arrows and Typhoons flew along the River Thames
The Red Arrows have flown over central London to mark the 90th anniversary of the Royal Air Force (RAF).
The aerobatics team flew in formation with four Typhoons along the River Thames, past Canary Wharf and Tate Modern, to the London Eye.
Prime Minister Gordon Brown paid tribute to the RAF as the sound of the jet engines overhead threatened to drown out his monthly press conference.
North London's RAF Museum is hosting a banquet for Air Force chiefs.
The RAF was formed when the Royal Flying Corps and the Royal Naval Air Service merged on 1 April, 1918.
The flypast could be heard in 10 Downing Street, where Mr Brown broke off from his press conference to pay tribute to the RAF. He also praised the Territorial Army (TA), which marks its 100th anniversary today.
Marching display
"We congratulate both the RAF and the TA on their huge achievements for the country," the prime minister said.
Photo: Carl Murray
The Duke of Edinburgh was due to attend Tuesday's banquet at the museum near Hendon. During the event there will be a flypast of nine Eurofighters and a Spitfire as well as a marching display by the Queen's Colour Squadron and the Central Band of the RAF.
An RAF spokeswoman said "low-key" celebrations, including a sunset ceremony, would be held in held in Afghanistan and Iraq to mark the occasion.
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I have an historic thing about Germans, sorry.
90pc of the males in my family died or were maimed in WW1.
And as for the second WW, my father went to Singapore as an engineer on an aircraft carrier (he thankfully joined the Navy) when he was 17 and that war ended when he got there, so he came home, got over it, met my Mum and I got made when he was 40.
One other male member of my family survived. The rest died in France.
So, sorry, my history on this topic is somewhat biased.
xL
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I'm not even German.
Me neither... I'm of Scottish ancestry.
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:)
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Excellent movie:
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What is this film Faustus?
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What is this film Faustus?
Gegen die wand. Love story about two turcks in germany. I highly recommend it, kinda raw and bitter though, not everyone's taste.
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I took German for 4 years in HS. I can count perfectly but thats about it. I know short phrases. My brother married a german girl and flew 40 of her friends and relatives over to California from Germany for their wedding. Her brother worked as a paramedic and got hit by a car on the autobahn going well over 100mph while he was working on someone. He got fucked up really bad but lived. I am part German as my mom was German/Irish
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Gegen die wand. Love story about two turcks in germany. I highly recommend it, kinda raw and bitter though, not everyone's taste.
This took so long to load, I had time to look at some reviews. :P Looks great, raw and bitter sound good, I'll def rent it.
Thank you! :)
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I took German for 4 years in HS. I can count perfectly but thats about it. I know short phrases. My brother married a german girl and flew 40 of her friends and relatives over to California from Germany for their wedding. Her brother worked as a paramedic and got hit by a car on the autobahn going well over 100mph while he was working on someone. He got fucked up really bad but lived. I am part German as my mom was German/Irish
I'm of German descent too. I don't know about you, but that first pic in the thread made me break out in a cold sweat. :-X
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My mom was Austian so anything german is vunderbar!
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My mom was Austian so anything german is vunderbar!
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My Uncle is canadian so everything US is great! ::) ::)
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::) ::) ::)
My Uncle is canadian so everything US is great! ::) ::)
Mein Vater ist Ungar, also bin ich auch Ungar.
Team Third Reich Bitches! Hier hinterlassen wir unsere Fussstapfen! Hier lebt der Traum wieder!
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I am a big fan of everything German.
Ja, klar!
I want to Autobahn her arschloch.
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Can you guys distinguish a Berliner, Bavarian, Rural Austrian, or Viennese by the way they sound when they speak (or try) to speak English?
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Can you guys distinguish a Berliner, Bavarian, Rural Austrian, or Viennese by the way they sound when they speak (or try) to speak English?
"Rural Austrian" is funny. There's quite a few dialects in rural Austria. Even more in rural Germany.
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Filthy germans - rot in kebab-hell >:(
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Filthy germans - rot in kebab-hell >:(
You must be from the United Kingdom. Still many hard feelings from World War II.
Especially since reunification of east and west Germany. During the Apollo project, I was told that many of the BBC journalists openly despised Werner Von Braun.
What ever you might think of germans, I truly believe that his working for the United States totally absolves him of anything that happened during the war.
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from V2 to Saturn V in just over twenty years...Tremendous genius.
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A movie about Werner Von Braun's life would be a great role for Arnold Schwarzenegger at this stage of his life. It is just that he would have to learn how to sound like a Berliner.
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::) ::) ::)
My Uncle is canadian so everything US is great! ::) ::)
Whats that have to do with you being gay ???
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Whats that have to do with you being gay ???
weak.
i married the same girl twice, what do you have to offer?
Love and harmony on getbig!!
I forgive you your childish attempt! ;D
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weak.
i married the same girl twice, what do you have to offer?
Love and harmony on getbig!!
I forgive you your childish attempt! ;D
Zwar richtig, doch klingt das mit dem Pronomen da etwas archaiisch; besser ohne you.
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Zwar richtig, doch klingt das mit dem Pronomen da etwas archaiisch; besser ohne you.
I forgive you your attempt to make me look stupid. ;D ;D ;D
Alles fit in Korea?
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weak.
i married the same girl twice, what do you have to offer?
Love and harmony on getbig!!
I forgive you your childish attempt! ;D
hahaahah you married the same girl 2 times, your a loser for sure ;D
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hahaahah you married the same girl 2 times, your a loser for sure ;D
Why?
We didn't get divorced or something, we married in germany in august 2007 and in Japan in march this year. Our grandmas are too old to fly for 12 hours. 8)
I don't think you and your BF would be able to marry in the US and in saudi Arabia, i'm awfully sorry.
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Our Bavarian Castle Odyssey
Having gotten (mostly) settled in Karlsruhe, we decided to do a bit of traveling before the summer ended (and school started). Our first trip involved visiting a bunch of Bavarian castles during a 3-day whirlwind tour. When I did the planning, I didn't stop to think about the amount of hiking and climbing involved. All of these castles are on top of tall mountains! Fortunately, Pat and Xandie can be real troupers.
We took the train from Karlsruhe to Füssen, a tiny town near the Austrian border, overrun by tourists looking for castles. On the way, I sat next to a retired Viennese gentleman who regaled me with riveting stories of his WWII experiences. After the war ended and he was captured by the Russians, he was saved from prison because he spoke Russian and was needed as a translator. A Russian officer took a liking to him and eventually got him the papers necessary to get into West Germany.
The first stop was Neuschwanstein, perhaps the most famous castle in the world. Built by "Mad" King Ludwig II of Bavaria, it was Walt Disney's model for the Sleeping Beauty castle at Disneyland. It is truly a fairy-tale castle in a fairy-tale setting. According to the plan, we would arrive in Füssen early enough to catch a bus to the castles (Hohenschwangau, where Ludwig grew up, is right next to Neuschwanstein). I had reserved tickets so we wouldn't have to stand in line to get in, but I had been forced to pick a tour time in advance. As you can see from the looks on Pat and Xandie's faces as they took a short break, they had no trouble getting up the hill on schedule.
My ever-suspicious brother Brad has pointed out that I've posted lots of pictures of sights, but none show us, so he wondered whether we were really in Europe. Thus, I have included a picture of Xandie blocking the view of Neuschwanstein. You'll have to decide for yourself whether she was really there or I just pasted her photo into an image from the Web.
The castle tour itself was impressive, but they prohibited picture-taking, so I don't have anything worth showing. (It's hard to get a usable available-light handheld shot on the sly, especially at shutter speeds of 1/8 to 1 second.)
After we finished the guided tour of Neuschwanstein, Pat and Xandie caught a horse-drawn carriage back down the mountain (smart move) while I hiked further up the hill (maybe not so smart) to the Marienbrücke (St. Mary's Bridge), which offers a stunning view of the castle for the bargain price of only five years off your cardiac life. Then we caught the last bus back to Füssen, where I had reserved a room at Haus Peters, a charming pension listed by Rick Steves, my favorite guidebook author.
Unfortunately, Frau Peters informed us that all the rooms were taken. "But I reserved a room," I protested. "Professor Künning." (The Germans are always impressed by professors.) "I talked to you personally!" "When did you talk to me?" "Last Thursday." "That's impossible; I only got back from vacation yesterday!" (They're not so impressed by stupid professors.)
Luckily, my cellphone remembered the numbers I'd dialed, and I had a photocopy of the guidebook page I'd used, so we quickly figured out that I'd called the hotel listed just above Haus Peters. I called them again to make sure the room was still being held, Frau Peters gave us a little map, and we were on our way (only three blocks).
We arrived at the second hotel (having fought our way past a massive beer fest) to find it was run by a very nice British expatriate. He was all set to give us the key to room 12 when a young waiter walked by, laden with plates. "Room 12 is occupied," he said. "But," protested the proprietor, "it's reserved for the Künnings!". No luck. The youth hadn't checked the master reservations board before renting the room. Only a much smaller room was available, with profuse apologies and a reduced rate. "I don't know where we'll put your daughter, though." "Don't worry," I replied, "Xandie loves sleeping on the floor." At this point, Xandie (bless her soul) literally started jumping up and down, shouting "Sleep on the floor! Sleep on the floor!" Reluctantly, still sure he was mistreating us, he let us have Room 17. The next morning, he told us that his wife had chewed him out up and down for putting a little girl on the floor, "and she's even crammed under the sink!", but we had an absolutely wonderful stay, and Xandie loved sleeping on the floor. (To her, it's like camping out.)
Our second day was spent at the Ehrenberg ruins in Austria. I have a separate Web page about that, because this one is already fairly long.
On the third day, we were to catch a bus to Oberammergau, where we would visit yet another of King Ludwig's castles. I hadn't been able to buy bus tickets in Karlsruhe, so I went to the train station the night before to get them. "Sorry, we don't sell bus tickets. You have to buy them on the bus." OK, we could handle that, but which bus? I hadn't written it down, thinking that it would be on the ticket I planned to buy. Big mistake.
Looking at the bus schedule, I spotted one departure at the correct time, and with a familiar-sounding destination. We waited for the bus to arrive. But it wasn't direct; where and when would our next bus leave? Good question. We were all starting to get a bit nervous when I remembered that my cellphone had a Web browser that I hadn't tried. Sure enough, it had a direct link to Deutsche Bahn's web site and scheduling pages. Using the site from a phone was clumsy, but about 3 minutes before the bus arrived, I found the listing. We were about to get on the wrong bus! We quickly regrouped, found the right one, and managed to get to Oberammergau safely (with the help of a friendly driver who hopped off her own bus to make sure we got onto the second one).
At Oberammergau, we visited another of Mad Ludwig's famous palaces, Linderhof. The luxury and opulence of this place are indescribable. Ludwig (a big Wagner fan) had a completely artifical cave built so that he could float in a swan boat and listen to performances of arias. The grounds are massive; we didn't actually manage to cover everything in the three hours we had. There is a fountain that is operated from dammed water on a hill far above the palace; like Old Faithful, it shoots twice every hour, higher than the palace itself. A hunting lodge with scenes from Wagner and a Moroccan "kiosk" add to the sense of fantasy. Apparently Ludwig used to sit in the kiosk and smoke his water pipe (hmmm...I wonder what?) while his servants dressed in Arab costumes, fanned him, and read to him from 1001 Arabian Nights.
Throughout the trip, Pat kept pointing to things and saying, "You could build that in our back yard!" She now has enough ideas to keep me busy for a century.
At the end of the day, we caught a bus back to the tiny little train station. With an hour to kill, we grabbed a biergarten lunch, then climbed aboard for the journey back to Karlsruhe. Along the way we discovered that reserving a "non-smoking" train seat in Germany is sort of like the old "non-smoking" sections in restaurants: your neighbor isn't smoking, but somebody 10 feet away is, and there isn't necessarily a partition. We gritted our teeth, read Harry Potter V, and got home exhausted but elated.
Three days later we headed off to England to see Pat's relatives.
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I've just remembered another reason I dislike das Deutsches. When I was in NY, I met and then lived with a German "Artist". He was mad to live at the Chelsea Hotel, so I agreed.
He painted all this crap and I went out to work. We fell out when he couldn't pay the rent. He was a great fuck, but he wasn't even remotely funny. We lasted 6 months.
I collect stuff and I still have the note he left me: It says "Do not worry, I pay the half rent"
His last name was fuchs.
No wonder I dislike their sense of humour
xL
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Our Bavarian Castle Odyssey
Having gotten (mostly) settled in Karlsruhe, we decided to do a bit of traveling before the summer ended (and school started). Our first trip involved visiting a bunch of Bavarian castles during a 3-day whirlwind tour. When I did the planning, I didn't stop to think about the amount of hiking and climbing involved. All of these castles are on top of tall mountains! Fortunately, Pat and Xandie can be real troupers.
We took the train from Karlsruhe to Füssen, a tiny town near the Austrian border, overrun by tourists looking for castles. On the way, I sat next to a retired Viennese gentleman who regaled me with riveting stories of his WWII experiences. After the war ended and he was captured by the Russians, he was saved from prison because he spoke Russian and was needed as a translator. A Russian officer took a liking to him and eventually got him the papers necessary to get into West Germany.
The first stop was Neuschwanstein, perhaps the most famous castle in the world. Built by "Mad" King Ludwig II of Bavaria, it was Walt Disney's model for the Sleeping Beauty castle at Disneyland. It is truly a fairy-tale castle in a fairy-tale setting. According to the plan, we would arrive in Füssen early enough to catch a bus to the castles (Hohenschwangau, where Ludwig grew up, is right next to Neuschwanstein). I had reserved tickets so we wouldn't have to stand in line to get in, but I had been forced to pick a tour time in advance. As you can see from the looks on Pat and Xandie's faces as they took a short break, they had no trouble getting up the hill on schedule.
My ever-suspicious brother Brad has pointed out that I've posted lots of pictures of sights, but none show us, so he wondered whether we were really in Europe. Thus, I have included a picture of Xandie blocking the view of Neuschwanstein. You'll have to decide for yourself whether she was really there or I just pasted her photo into an image from the Web.
The castle tour itself was impressive, but they prohibited picture-taking, so I don't have anything worth showing. (It's hard to get a usable available-light handheld shot on the sly, especially at shutter speeds of 1/8 to 1 second.)
After we finished the guided tour of Neuschwanstein, Pat and Xandie caught a horse-drawn carriage back down the mountain (smart move) while I hiked further up the hill (maybe not so smart) to the Marienbrücke (St. Mary's Bridge), which offers a stunning view of the castle for the bargain price of only five years off your cardiac life. Then we caught the last bus back to Füssen, where I had reserved a room at Haus Peters, a charming pension listed by Rick Steves, my favorite guidebook author.
Unfortunately, Frau Peters informed us that all the rooms were taken. "But I reserved a room," I protested. "Professor Künning." (The Germans are always impressed by professors.) "I talked to you personally!" "When did you talk to me?" "Last Thursday." "That's impossible; I only got back from vacation yesterday!" (They're not so impressed by stupid professors.)
Luckily, my cellphone remembered the numbers I'd dialed, and I had a photocopy of the guidebook page I'd used, so we quickly figured out that I'd called the hotel listed just above Haus Peters. I called them again to make sure the room was still being held, Frau Peters gave us a little map, and we were on our way (only three blocks).
We arrived at the second hotel (having fought our way past a massive beer fest) to find it was run by a very nice British expatriate. He was all set to give us the key to room 12 when a young waiter walked by, laden with plates. "Room 12 is occupied," he said. "But," protested the proprietor, "it's reserved for the Künnings!". No luck. The youth hadn't checked the master reservations board before renting the room. Only a much smaller room was available, with profuse apologies and a reduced rate. "I don't know where we'll put your daughter, though." "Don't worry," I replied, "Xandie loves sleeping on the floor." At this point, Xandie (bless her soul) literally started jumping up and down, shouting "Sleep on the floor! Sleep on the floor!" Reluctantly, still sure he was mistreating us, he let us have Room 17. The next morning, he told us that his wife had chewed him out up and down for putting a little girl on the floor, "and she's even crammed under the sink!", but we had an absolutely wonderful stay, and Xandie loved sleeping on the floor. (To her, it's like camping out.)
Our second day was spent at the Ehrenberg ruins in Austria. I have a separate Web page about that, because this one is already fairly long.
On the third day, we were to catch a bus to Oberammergau, where we would visit yet another of King Ludwig's castles. I hadn't been able to buy bus tickets in Karlsruhe, so I went to the train station the night before to get them. "Sorry, we don't sell bus tickets. You have to buy them on the bus." OK, we could handle that, but which bus? I hadn't written it down, thinking that it would be on the ticket I planned to buy. Big mistake.
Looking at the bus schedule, I spotted one departure at the correct time, and with a familiar-sounding destination. We waited for the bus to arrive. But it wasn't direct; where and when would our next bus leave? Good question. We were all starting to get a bit nervous when I remembered that my cellphone had a Web browser that I hadn't tried. Sure enough, it had a direct link to Deutsche Bahn's web site and scheduling pages. Using the site from a phone was clumsy, but about 3 minutes before the bus arrived, I found the listing. We were about to get on the wrong bus! We quickly regrouped, found the right one, and managed to get to Oberammergau safely (with the help of a friendly driver who hopped off her own bus to make sure we got onto the second one).
At Oberammergau, we visited another of Mad Ludwig's famous palaces, Linderhof. The luxury and opulence of this place are indescribable. Ludwig (a big Wagner fan) had a completely artifical cave built so that he could float in a swan boat and listen to performances of arias. The grounds are massive; we didn't actually manage to cover everything in the three hours we had. There is a fountain that is operated from dammed water on a hill far above the palace; like Old Faithful, it shoots twice every hour, higher than the palace itself. A hunting lodge with scenes from Wagner and a Moroccan "kiosk" add to the sense of fantasy. Apparently Ludwig used to sit in the kiosk and smoke his water pipe (hmmm...I wonder what?) while his servants dressed in Arab costumes, fanned him, and read to him from 1001 Arabian Nights.
Throughout the trip, Pat kept pointing to things and saying, "You could build that in our back yard!" She now has enough ideas to keep me busy for a century.
At the end of the day, we caught a bus back to the tiny little train station. With an hour to kill, we grabbed a biergarten lunch, then climbed aboard for the journey back to Karlsruhe. Along the way we discovered that reserving a "non-smoking" train seat in Germany is sort of like the old "non-smoking" sections in restaurants: your neighbor isn't smoking, but somebody 10 feet away is, and there isn't necessarily a partition. We gritted our teeth, read Harry Potter V, and got home exhausted but elated.
Three days later we headed off to England to see Pat's relatives.
Was that your own personal experience?
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nien, ich lieben: (from P1 of this topic:
I have an historic thing about Germans, sorry.
90pc of the males in my family died or were maimed in WW1.
One other male member of my family survived. The rest died in France in WWII
So, sorry, my history on this topic is somewhat biased.
xL
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I've just remembered another reason I dislike das Deutsches. When I was in NY, I met and then lived with a German "Artist". He was mad to live at the Chelsea Hotel, so I agreed.
He painted all this crap and I went out to work. We fell out when he couldn't pay the rent. He was a great fuck, but he wasn't even remotely funny. We lasted 6 months.
I collect stuff and I still have the note he left me: It says "Do not worry, I pay the half rent"
His last name was fuchs.
No wonder I dislike their sense of humour
xL
and this, which I'd completely forgotten till yesterday.
the other pile of shit is a tour of castles if you ggoogle castles. I thought it hilarious, although I only read the beginning and the end. They end up in England.
I've never been to Germany and I don't want to.
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You must be from the United Kingdom. Still many hard feelings from World War II.
Especially since reunification of east and west Germany. During the Apollo project, I was told that many of the BBC journalists openly despised Werner Von Braun.
What ever you might think of germans, I truly believe that his working for the United States totally absolves him of anything that happened during the war.
Bledsen. Das war ein lahmer Scherz, wö die Deitschn in Tschuschn untergehn.
Werner was a great zschoerman thinker - quickly assimilated to serve the filthy americans ;D
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Here is a toe tapping bump.
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Excellent movie:
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Gegen die Wand ist immernoch einer meiner lieblings filme.
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OMG, I gotta get out of here.