If I only imagine I would be such a Abhörmaschinennachgleichrichter, a half-educated highly paid network Stenz at Google or equal at the NSA, because I find ü, ä and ö soon no longer on my own Zerzasteratur.
Every evil than sift that still dares to wear a Gran mind with him, his conjecture that this is so, can be communicated even in a hurry.
What a pathetic fucking job.
Then, as though the self-humiliation as not already Genung, must make clear to the Department Manager on dislocations having to seek that as a particularly suspicious, potentially hazardous bird was tracked down, although it does not even know how to burn a match, but with quite questionable words associated would.
How do you keep it longer than six weeks in such a Puff from?
Cocaine? Whiskey? Better both, and enough of it, and only the best? (more ...)
