I have them. She is in me. Me alone it is due to that not millions of people have verröcheln miserably.
For days, my nose runs when she plants serious triathlon training. Swine flu has obviously realized that she has a chance only in the body and in places a semisubprekariaratären scribbler and his thereat only moderately heated study room to do their work.
As swine flu Christ, who has taken the virus cross for all mankind to be, I feel an almost global-warming religious horror; You can not imagine what kind of a feeling about ten to thirty-three swine flu virus, so the entire planetary inventory to destroy itself all alone.
As though I, as a Tera-Leonidas of modern times, not covered by three hundred men, but alone would be against twenty thousand evil Persians at Thermopylae, the only tower in the battle for Salvierung of civilization, while victorious, so gnaw and macerate my body cells virus to virus, and I have them not even allowed, the final victory to win with the help of the magic bullet.
Since satirist namely sadists by profession, I will bring them the invaders quite relish torment a little.
Therefore, the wonder weapons containers stored unopened in the form of a bottle of Scotch malt whiskeys have reached full age, eau de vie of the ultimate, all-crushing of biochemical assault gun for the final blow immunological destruction, in the basement in protective Metallkassiber.
I am writing this, of course, the only reason why so bold here, because viruses definitely can not read; which has the good Lord not packed them in his knapsack Ruthless aggressors; indeed, I do not betray them yes just like that my decisive advantage in the final battle, I'm not so stupid drunk.
The forthcoming hecatombs what I'm talking about, Yottatomben be remembered as the singular viraloklastische massacre in the history.
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