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I'm so very sorry, but a Aphoristiker not bowing to translations, but he blew it unusual.
@ Magnus
Can it be that we are both a good team in terms of aphorisms?
The prospective aphorism is the best.
@ Josephus Aphoristus
Despite a slight slope to the slipperiness of you have good ideas.
@ Magnus
I am not slippery, but only behind the ears, not quite dry and my doctor, which I will not go, has said it that nothing would change. I'm a hopeless case. The Bundeswehr had also realized pretty quickly, after three copulation under the supervision of their skilled workers in white. Is one of my favorite subjects, datt shooting staff of the BW. Oh, oh!
Just this morning, I'm already slipped into my socks and yes, I admit it, sometimes I sip while eating. But really very rare.
I hope that was not again too slippery for the mutton castle. When are the knights games again? Or was the lesbian Not Quite sealing competition already this?
@ Josephus Aphoristus
Here are always jousting.
@ Magnus
Aha, thanks for the clarification. Now I finally know why around here are so many horse apples.
My Nick just liked me very well.
Nick name of my horse. ;)
My squire is but anonymously under a pseudonym here. Always under another, themselves or others does not understand it just as well.
"There are always knights games."
@ Magnus
Jousting on the Hammelburg
The knight rode Josephus once through the country, the reins in his hand.
To mountains standing his hair, so went the many years.
As fate would have it, he met Magnus,
that it is, who pays homage to the divine aphorism.
Right next to this man he stopped, looked at him intently.
Then took in hand the sand from the roadside.
This he did through his fingers run,
because he saw already from the mutton castle battlements.
Reached inside the castle, he addressed was unsolicited.
His lost squire's it, Lars.
Most recently, he was gone, because in love with a damsel.
The knight's horse, it scraped, it was Nick and his skin was extremely delicate.
Still other knights appeared to an early tournaments
they all had power like young bulls.
The Lord of the castle high up in the largest tower perched,
his wife for constantly rewarded him with kisses.
For what?
True, that!
The prize for the winner of the tournament it was. Yes they themselves beside a big alarm clock, to find in the dough from the bakery. That was delicious, no not the baker, but the dough. Now be quiet!
Three days was there waiting,
finally the Knights games would start.
Usually found in every aphorism at least one continuous thought.
A dog was sound, a chicken ran away cackling, a wolf howled
and from somewhere a Göllersdorf grumbled.
In the night then came the first murder, it was a Lord.
Black knight chamber, including cats whining was, well to the north,
the next night was again filled with bloody murders.
Fear spread through the court,
Attach one did it then a day later the poor beggar Klaus.
Imprisoned, he was flux in place,
the poor, because he did not seem to be particularly bright.
The third night came,
this time was the knight Kunbibert off than victims.
A man big as a giant,
then sang the Ode of death and atonement at the castle stands.
By the Knights now hardly anyone was left more
the names of the survivors, however, were publicly read.
Knight Josephus and the Black Knight then just the two ready for battle.
It smelled powerfully after quarrel, legs wide, the visor still open,
the squires of knights had already in advance somewhat affected.
But the power of their masters they had hope again and again.
It trotted the steeds along with their masters, with loud Kinderplärren.
It roared hooves, it echoed audience cries.
Clash, bang, case, lances broke and soon formed into two bloody 'laughter.
No, do not laugh, but puddles, but the other would not help anything.
The gallant warriors now in a duel directly on the ground,
the sword of Josephus met the Black Knight testicles, it passed this his breath.
Since's it on the spot with him as a man,
In addition, he lost the lust for murder then.
Since it was at the castle never a killing in the night,
a single accolade had accomplished.
The lord called from above up there, raised his voice to a lot more:
This will be a lesson to evil,
But now servant, he finally bring me the wine!
After the wine over quantity, the lord of the castle just forgot to pay the price,
because it was the knight, the winner, more powerful than just hot.
That crap. Scam! What the whole welding?
The castle's wife did not care, because she knew her Lord had mostly brimming channel.
But battered from the fight right, cheated and lied to,
even the knight's sword, it was bent.
So sure of the Knights Josephus toddled back of Dannen,
after a tournament full of mishaps.
And there followed him obediently back his squire,
with him also, as always, his steed, a noble stallion.
Hear, hear! Rang the Herald's call later of all trades,
that was the G'schicht the murders at the castle in masses, to the delight of the lower classes.
The G'schicht the noble knight, now the First, the black knight, he was called Pitter and the unforgettable tournament on the mutton castle. No rhyme? But? What?
Oh, ask 'Wolf Magnus Goeller! This Super Bangers, because he is in the ace.
Finally, the First Knight was well known as Josephus Aphoristus,
also because he henceforth only followed his Creator Jesus Christ.
The poor beggar Klaus in prison,
had totally forgotten him.
Was he a murderer so but not
but it still reached a light.
Because he always smelled like a rat,
He was then later on mutton castle of cooking.
End
@ Josephus Aphoristus
A Aechter knight skin a whole army
Too proud steeds, instead of fumbling on the couch
But his damsel, the Bright
The white already old in March
From here and from afar
Shewed to him as Virtual
"A knight Aechter a whole army skin"
That's all happened before the tournament. What do you mean, why the knight has been for so many years on the road?
@ Josephus Aphoristus
This happens knights-errant always: The vergoogelten itself to Roland's times like corridors and in forests with much evil Hex 'and gypsies in it.
What they actually could claim the copyright to this discipline, by force of arms also, they were not so chaste and modest by nature and today's Google a worthy opponent.
So they strike him as at best backhand down the left.
@ Magnus
"Today's Google" would be without the content of the books by the Knights have snatched the wrong believing rabble in the Dark Ages, a nothing. The knight-errant fate was death through the cross of history and not a few of them were as then converts to the faith like the parasites of madness itself to the victim.
At the word "like" for the death of a fighter, I find simply no favors. I would "gehimmelt" better liked, better still, in conjunction with "lied, cheated, exploited, humiliated, abused, enslaved, forced and disenfranchised".
"Backhand down the left"
I did not know that the left can play tennis. But they think so too, they understood something about politics.
As for me, I got once from Göllers personally hand the knight clearcutting. Which means that he is with in the field and may stretch out his Handerl in battle against rabble's, should, should.
God be with us!
Now I have ordered my Google End: With this program, my program ends automatically when I write a sentence with more than 24 characters or otherwise ausraste uncontrollably.
@ Magnus Aphoristus
I have this program too, but I've expanded the limitation of characters to 2012. Whether I'm someone may bring before the freak, is highly probable. Or rather quite sure, because I've ever done in a forum. God, brother, watt the guy was pissed about me. He then came back as Henry and has pushed me a dagger in the back. Honestly, it was so God was my witness. I mean, he was anyway, but that has nothing to do with the Heinrich-thing. Perhaps because my grandfather was also Henry and coincidentally then comes back 24 into the game that you had submitted, because at this day God made a sign to let Henry see the light of the world and as luck would have it, was that even the birthday of our, well, at least my Lord Jesus Christ. Since you have your character now also limited to 24 now, you follow as I see, but more and more of God track. Was it for me and my sayings? I'll get you soon enough so far that I should return you to believe. I think at least.
Man, what I give me a trouble with this Goeller.
Do I really do that sir?
@ Josephus Bekehrus
Since siehste times how clueless I am. I thought at 24 on the runes of the common Germanic Futhark, my healing characters.
They would have the Kirchenvergoogler abgegoogelt almost entirely: alone, did not succeed completely.
So drop the "Christian" festivals worldwide, on our old calendar.
@ Magnus
About clueless I once wrote an entire article.
"The" Christian "festivals"
The number 24 I honestly do not really care to be Bible-believing Christian. Christmas is a pagan origin, and has with Jesus basically to do as much as the Easter bunny with Easter. From the Apocrypha I know that the tree of knowledge was shaped like a pine. Jingle bell klingeling!
Christmas always confuse people with consumption and noise, rather than with love, peace and quiet. As a Bible-believing Christian, I then just as it is done the usual way, almost completely finished with Christmas with us. On this day to honor Christ birth - why not? In addition, I do indeed love to others and thus it is well approved by Jesus.