Wednesday, September 17, 2008

London Ontario Declaw

No Again on the village ...

on a sofa in the basement without a blanket is not as cool as it sounds. I slept 5:00 to 7:00 hours and the alcohol still mekre this disgusting manner as we remember him only do if you notice after getting more alcohol. I hear the Kirhenglocken of the Evangelical Church here in the street. Everyone seems to sleep but now I hear someone coming down from above. No, not yet. I'm not the way more in the cellar, but sitting in the kitchen. With me is a coffee, a cigarette and a bottle of water. If anyone down yet? Apparently not. I see now is my hoodie (The culture of the cars was) also arrived home intact. Oh, and I had not even mentioned, is that I'm in the Sauerland. My grandma is the same dish (about 1-2 hours), their thick anti-hangover Frühstck. This is wonderful. And my cigarette smoking is now up too, I'll have to fill me another. What I just can think of is that even barbecue meat in the microwave should be. My musical accompaniment, the Strokes.
What I wanted to upset me in my new blog, actually this Toaster dispute. My good sister is the toaster always at level 3-4, where the sandwiches are much too hard and burned, if I then want to make a toast and not worry about how the toaster is set to burn it regularly and I encourage myself to . But how futile it is please! Toast taste so much better when they are roasted just good and not burnt. But understand something only a true gourment! As Homer Simpson, or me. But well, the toaster thing now is not my first topic. Maybe another time.
Now I'm pretty happy the way that yesterday the bottle of wine did not drink, else it were me now ill probably correct. Instead, you go pretty wonderful, until the alcohol no longer works. I go watch TV for now.

It greets his fans

Svensen

Monday, July 14, 2008

Tanning Before Brazilian

faith - tradition - home


faith - tradition - home, the three values that are worth more to me than my life.
Then came the day I signed a motion in which I applied for membership in shooting club Oeventrop. My own company is now the company of Glösinger. In addition, I will bring you close to my story. Without knowing I was sitting
on a stone next to a beer booth, smoking. My beer glass was half empty, when suddenly someone came to me, who told me that the world would perish, and I had to add me to be spared from the global calamity. Drunk as I was, I put the blue ink on the signature. Who wants to not be spared from the global disaster? When I was just the second arc of the S was left with a pen, I heard an explosion. I was shocked wrote, but then the rest of my name on the paper. It was pretty unreadable, because my base was my knee. Finally, I was
registered. Since it would be boring if my story would be over now, I'll get even further and come to the march to speak to Protect hall. It is actually with the man and the end of the world total nonsense. In fact, I was indeed drunk and sat on a stone, and even my beer was half empty, but I have not smoked. My uncle was also the man who urged me to join. As I said, I wrote in my drunk euphoric omnipotence fantasy, after he told me that he would take the member cost. Then we went to the company commander (!), And looked in his closet for a matching green jacket, which was immediately taken and paid for. I have no idea who has taken over the 20 €, but someone will have done well. Then I went pee. On the topic I can also tell you how interesting the "men's rooms" were established. After about three cars and climbed a tank that had blocked the road because the drivers were too drunk to drive, we saw a wall of film. Behind it lay on the floor on straw bales that had to urinate. Everywhere were drunk old shooters anpinkelten the straw bales. One story has it that one of the men full carrot had fallen on the straw bales. He will have had much fun in it.
Let us now continue the march. The only one with brown pants, I have put me into the weißbehosten shooters, all more or less stumbled in its series and looked to the ground because they were fully engaged in to make sure that they had the right step. "Always left at the timpani, "my uncle gave me with hard on my way. Like everyone else, I stumbled So look at the ground by Oeventrop and amused at the idea that everyone would run after me if I would take a different direction because they were all busy with her black patent leather shoes and her step. In between, always one of the drunken villagers shouted in a loud awful sound "GLÖÖÖSINGEEEEEN !!!!!!!!", what lifted the other drunken villagers their dog, and shouted back" LEEB HIGH! HIGH! HIGH !!!!". Pardon, I meant hat instead of dog.

Glösingen live, high!

Svensen

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

How To Block My Number When I Text Rogers

rain

Wednesday morning, it is 8.26Uhr. I'm in a fairly modern room on the top floor of the modern annex of our school. His name: Schöning (I must admit not knowing the correct spelling) because it was an office building of the same publisher earlier or something.

is in this room with my English course and the course instructor. We just want to do some writing tasks, after all that's important so we know how to write the words that we speak. The question is whether we have good after three Years of English still happen, the volatile typical stupid spelling mistakes as in the beginning ...

Outside it is gray. It was pleasant after the long hot again rained, the through large windows give the room and the atmosphere somewhat melancholy gray. The pronunciation of my teacher is quite amusing as they austestet speaking again and again the differences between a high and a slightly deeper voice. If it is not [As I understand it] would be prohibited from teaching the [closed space;)] record and release it, I would like to do it. With my seat neighbors on the left, I talk briefly about the Impact of rain on hair wax or similar [-> Sticky] and that I "with something like that fortunately never had stress. I hope that he can not read what I write, because even I would find it something very strange when I am with someone about my meaningless entertain and he recorded everything directly with a pen on his checkered PRINCE A5 block. Speaking A5: I hope I get my new laptop last week. but I hate having to type out, I finish my notes here.

Thank you for your interest,

your

Bloc Party -hearing

Svensen

PS: Now swaps the person sitting next to someone different from their own experiences with basement flooding. Now they talk about the weather ...