Monday, December 17, 2007

I Feel Wet Like My Period Is Coming But Nothing







Warning: EYE CANCER!

had lunch today I briefly felt finally landed in the wrong movie to be. Actually, I just wanted to break into the essentials in the local Tesco (who is, as big as my living room, I had already mentioned?) Get, but ultimately I was at the cash register still so confused that I was the seller (al R ight love) given three times in a row to have little money (and this with a total amount of 2.16 pounds sterling). What had happened? As usual, there was at this time of day in Tesco the hustle and bustle and a total of 7 customers jostling past each other in the corridors that were blocked by further unpacking. I was just one of these fully loaded trollies by grabbing after the German salami, as seen from up shot of nowhere, a brown, furry character from a squatting position and me pimples term teenagers face with a "Al R ight mate grinning. The pimply teenager I was already familiar from previous Tescobesuchen, only his unusual outfit put me in that moment completely out of the concept: the good from head to toe dressed as a reindeer busy to give the refrigerated display case and acted as if that were the most normal thing in the world. To be honest, my first thought was, "Oh, and in practice, the intended warm," the second thought I was not so sure what to make of this fetish.
Suddenly much of the curtain and I was aware of the issue in its full extent and in all its contexts only. I do feel that I had asked many times, for example, where the preference is (especially fat) British women to inch-thick make-up paste in five different colors in the face and then make sure that the same in any case fits to the bright neon colors in three different bits of clothing. Or: Why is it necessary to draw the affection of his neighbors to the feast of love to be by his house with 63 Leuchtbildchen, certainly as colorful as possible, volldübelt, I can think of to not only global warming, but also the 85 year old war veteran August R. one that conjures up "with 190 searchlights of the type" Varta Volkssturm "the Star of Bethlehem to the low-hanging cloud cover (http://www.ulamec.de/2007/11/weihnachtsbeleuchtung.html).
fits perfectly into all the British stigma, not only themselves, but as the rest of the world not to be taken too seriously. Brits like it shrill, Monty Python only in passing. Now there are two ways to respond than the average European it: either with a deep dislike and brechreizerzeugendem disgust, or with the quiet joy that one here is the English soul is presented as open as ever, you have this knowledge in the post-account and can laugh at the fact that one is not forfeited even obsession in his choice of Christmas decorations.





Due to various eating orgies, booze and you get this Festagsheucheleien Two nearest post office until next year. Merry Christmas!

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