Hello people!
Today I was at Ruschi. I was sitting in the kitchen and did nothing. How to make the stop as a teenager sometimes so powerful. Ruschi suddenly came into the kitchen and fumbled on the shelf. He conjured up a bag of toast and took to the table while he went with margarine and salami from the fridge. As the pack looked like a ham salami sausage pack, I was promptly on the taste of freshly toasted toast with salted butter-melting and a slice of ham sausage recalls. The best for not more than 80 cents. I ran along the water in the mouth and I asked Ruschi, who as I write this a bowl of chocolate flakes with milk makes me if I could make a toast. He replied with a firm "no." I was sad and disappointed at the same time. I wept bitterly over 2min the taste, I would not enjoy the near future. But then exclaimed Ruschi that I could still have a toast. However, my circumstances in which case only the boulders. I answered charming: "My grandma said, on a bread should be so much meat, that the bread smells like. "Then I made a loaf and said eating and satisfied my blog entry. Today is a good day. Thank you, Grandma!
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