R. is really a brand. A thriller obscenities as I made not many.
Yesterday he told how anlaberte him one he had studied social sciences.
He replied that, yes, he had also studied six long New Year's Eve social sciences. And cackled by reporting that puzzled over the face of that Infante, who then something incredulous, puzzled, as only R. can cackle.
In the autumn he described how it was with the dimensions on the Stuttgart Beer Festival, our Großbierzeltsauffeste. In three, the worst thirst was gone; in fours realize you know that you've already had a drink; in fives everything tarry a little; at sixes you looking for the tram; at Sevens you find they are no longer highly probable. ("Wennda three dronga hosch, noh ..." Of course it was in the original so)
Which can really burn anything.
Sometimes his wife Bechert with. (The leaves burn because nothing that will become clear below.) I was quite credible reports that R. and his wife had left it again a little crack on just those bar stools where they are wont to do.
It was Madame sometime from the seating thekab to the ground.
R. registered, zeitab that his wife no longer trusts sat next to him, looked around, and finally down, and said only: "Wa machsch noh you do onda"
Madame came up again, she's tough as a R.
About a quarter of an hour later, the second crash.
Again be R. wondered at some point where his wife had remained.
Having you again discovered he replied only a finger touching: "Yes wia, liegsch you emmer noh do onda?"
That's over forty years of marriage, then shows blind faith, true love best.
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