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ma wieder was zu lachen *gg* |
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geschrieben am: 02.02.2002 um 00:48 Uhr
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[schwarz][i][b]Ein Brief eines Bayern and die NASA[/b]
Great God!
I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your Space Shuttle in the television. In colour. And so came me the idea to make holidays in the worldroom. Without my crazy wife.
I am the Kraxlhuber. The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock-grandfather. I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a shrill voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a Schlapp-tail. She wants that I become burgermaster. But I want not to be burgermaster. I have nothing on the head with the political shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want to make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half. But I take my dog with me. His name is Wurstl. So I want a flight in your next Space Shuttle. But please give me not a window place. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle free. And no standing place please. And please do not tell my wife that I want to go alone. She has a big Shrot-Gun. She would make a sieve from my ass. I need much comfort. A nice double room with bath and kloo. And window with look to the earth. So I can look through my far-glasses and see my wife working on the potatoe field. And I and my dog lough us a branch. We will kringel ourself for loughing. Is what loose on the moon? I need warm weather and I hope the sun shines every day. This is very good for my frost-boils. I need not much. A good bread time, a good Haxn and a Mass beer. Have they chew-tabacco on the moon? If not, I bring in with. Is in the rocket place for my drive-wheel? Tell the men of the moon that I come. I hope he has no wife. We can make outflights with my drive wheel. We can make crater-wandering. I bring the Bavarian national hymn bei. We can make tabacco chewing. We can drink a lot of hop-blossom-leave-tea. I hope he is no Preissl. We can spuck around the bed. We can make finger-hooking. I bring the Bavarian flag with an we can dance shoeplattler around it. Have they flies on the moon? If yes I bring my weather-frog with. He will geet fat like a otter. I want to make 5 weeks holidays. When you have not new rocket after 5 weeks, I wait for the next rainbow and drive with my Radl. Please give me a good price – under good friends. I cannot pay so peppered prices, because my pocket money is not so much. Send your answer to my neighbout Wastl Hintermoser. I have the honour.
Your
Alois Kraxlhuber
P.S.: Dont fly when it is full-moon. My dog, this Pig-Bazi, becomes always epileptic and makes then so much noise.
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...ich fands jedenfalls lustig   ... |
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geschrieben am: 02.02.2002 um 00:50 Uhr
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lolz...kenn i aba schon ..
chefi |
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geschrieben am: 02.02.2002 um 02:32 Uhr
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[i]fand des war hier ma wieder nötig  |
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