R. is really a brand. A obscenities thriller, 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, as he reported that, over the bewildered face of that Infante, who then something incredulous, puzzled, as only R. can cackle.
In the fall, he described how it was with the dimensions on the Stuttgart Beer Festival, our Großbierzeltsauffeste. In three of them the worst thirst was gone; in fours realize you 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 above)
The can actually burn anything.
Sometimes his wife with Bechert. (The burning leaves because nothing that will become clear below.) (more ...)
