guessin games
Kristian
today is tuesday the 23rd of august 2022. it’s about 1 o’clock in the afternoon central european time. speaking of central european. i’m still opposite the european central bank at my mother’s. in my birth town. later i’ll drive the three miles to my home in offenbach. the town where denise reso and kerstin ricker were my girlfriends. if you’re new here you should google. it’s worth it.
anyway, my mother will soon be going to croatia, the second or third poorest country in europe (but still not 3rd world but 2nd world), to feel superior to the locals with the money she earned in germany. as people do who live in germany but call another european country their home, let alone an oriental or north african one. my mother is still quite reserved about bragging. she still has to pay a few bucks to my late father’s former sweetheart, who also put a cuckoo child in his nest. but she’s grown up now. so it’s all good. i mean the cuckoo child.
oh yes, 6 months after my father died, one day before my birthday in 2020, there was a mighty earthquake in the small village of maybe 200 inhabitants where my father was born and died, which left a damage of 5 billion dollars in the capital and surroundings of croatia.
that’s what i call a birthday present. my father danced a polka in his coffin the day before my birthday.
what else is there? nothing special. my mother has to testify in court against a jewish old people’s nurse who emptied the account of a german of 82 years over several days. a total of 14,000 dollars. the coldness of the jewish old people’s nurse’s actions suggests that there are more german victims. but firstly, there are no witnesses, as old people are like children and some are probably already deceased, and secondly, she will probably only get a suspended sentence. if at all. maybe the jewish old people’s nurse with her company just wanted to take revenge on children of the nazis. or she just has a criminal mind and happens to be a member of the chosen people, which in its self-definition, namely to be the chosen people, was badly shaken by the germans in the years of terror until today.
yes, it’s all pretty sad.
and now to you european and american average people who are once again overwhelmed with the scribblings of a person with an iq of 100, i.e. average.
no comprendre? macht nix.
ich habe vergessen die geschwindigkeit des acapellas an den backbeat anzupassen. und jetzt mache ich gar nix mehr. ist mir egal jetzt. passt schon
anyway, my mother will soon be going to croatia, the second or third poorest country in europe (but still not 3rd world but 2nd world), to feel superior to the locals with the money she earned in germany. as people do who live in germany but call another european country their home, let alone an oriental or north african one. my mother is still quite reserved about bragging. she still has to pay a few bucks to my late father’s former sweetheart, who also put a cuckoo child in his nest. but she’s grown up now. so it’s all good. i mean the cuckoo child.
oh yes, 6 months after my father died, one day before my birthday in 2020, there was a mighty earthquake in the small village of maybe 200 inhabitants where my father was born and died, which left a damage of 5 billion dollars in the capital and surroundings of croatia.
that’s what i call a birthday present. my father danced a polka in his coffin the day before my birthday.
what else is there? nothing special. my mother has to testify in court against a jewish old people’s nurse who emptied the account of a german of 82 years over several days. a total of 14,000 dollars. the coldness of the jewish old people’s nurse’s actions suggests that there are more german victims. but firstly, there are no witnesses, as old people are like children and some are probably already deceased, and secondly, she will probably only get a suspended sentence. if at all. maybe the jewish old people’s nurse with her company just wanted to take revenge on children of the nazis. or she just has a criminal mind and happens to be a member of the chosen people, which in its self-definition, namely to be the chosen people, was badly shaken by the germans in the years of terror until today.
yes, it’s all pretty sad.
and now to you european and american average people who are once again overwhelmed with the scribblings of a person with an iq of 100, i.e. average.
no comprendre? macht nix.
ich habe vergessen die geschwindigkeit des acapellas an den backbeat anzupassen. und jetzt mache ich gar nix mehr. ist mir egal jetzt. passt schon