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- Messages
- 486
- Reaction score
- 879
- Points
- 193
- Messages
- 486
- Reaction score
- 879
- Points
- 193
- Messages
- 486
- Reaction score
- 879
- Points
- 193
- Messages
- 486
- Reaction score
- 879
- Points
- 193
- Messages
- 486
- Reaction score
- 879
- Points
- 193
TRYNEIN
Predaceous Stink Bug
So I am speaking to a German war bride, about early 60s, naturalized and Americanized but still a German if you know what I mean, nice lady.
I mention I may being going to Poland soon.
Ohhhhhhh Poland not goooood, problems.....
I say, what problems?
She says Putin...
I say Oh, the boogeymen! It's cool, I have stared down the Russians before, I'm not worried...
She immediately changes gears on the fly, well in Germany everything is copacetic...blah blah I was back there last year blah blah
In the former West Germany, I ask....
Yes!
Oh, I say I was back in Berlin after thirty years, it was amazing..... the former West Berlin has hardly changed, other than anti-vehicle "dragon's teeth" around the kudamn to stop the terrorists from killing more Christmas crowds.... the bar I used to hang out in didn't change at all.......I just had a bit of trouble finding any Germans on the streets or in the shops.....
Is it like that in the former West Germany...?
Gear change again to "don't you miss the food..."
Me, I got a curry-wurst at an imbis, but oddly the people running it were from Nam.....
Her..... I have to run but so nice to speak to you.....
You cannot make this stuff up.
ps
Divorce is expensive. If I don't get to be Queen of the House, I'm taking the ball and going home.
I mention I may being going to Poland soon.
Ohhhhhhh Poland not goooood, problems.....
I say, what problems?
She says Putin...
I say Oh, the boogeymen! It's cool, I have stared down the Russians before, I'm not worried...
She immediately changes gears on the fly, well in Germany everything is copacetic...blah blah I was back there last year blah blah
In the former West Germany, I ask....
Yes!
Oh, I say I was back in Berlin after thirty years, it was amazing..... the former West Berlin has hardly changed, other than anti-vehicle "dragon's teeth" around the kudamn to stop the terrorists from killing more Christmas crowds.... the bar I used to hang out in didn't change at all.......I just had a bit of trouble finding any Germans on the streets or in the shops.....
Is it like that in the former West Germany...?
Gear change again to "don't you miss the food..."
Me, I got a curry-wurst at an imbis, but oddly the people running it were from Nam.....
Her..... I have to run but so nice to speak to you.....
You cannot make this stuff up.
ps
Divorce is expensive. If I don't get to be Queen of the House, I'm taking the ball and going home.
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A tourist walked into a Chinese curio shop in San Francisco.
While looking around at the exotic merchandise, he noticed a very lifelike, life-sized bronze statue of a rat.
It had no price tag but was so incredibly striking the tourist decided he must have it.
He took it to the old shop owner and asked, “How much for the bronze rat?”
“Ahhh, you have chosen wisely! It is $12 for the rat and $100 for the story,” said the wise old man.
The tourist quickly pulled out twelve dollars. “I’ll just take the rat, you can keep the story”.
As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, the tourist noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewers and had begun following him down the street.
This was a bit disconcerting so he began walking faster.
A couple blocks later he looked behind him and saw to his horror the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they began squealing.
Sweating now, the tourist began to trot toward San Francisco Bay.
Again, after a couple blocks, he looked around only to discover that the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS, and were squealing and coming toward him faster and faster.
Terrified, he ran to the edge of the Bay and threw the bronze rat as far as he could into the Bay.
Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the Bay after the bronze rat and were all drowned.
The man walked back to the curio shop in Chinatown.
”Ahhh,” said the owner, “You come back for story?”
“No sir,” said the man, “I came back to see if you have a bronze Democrat
While looking around at the exotic merchandise, he noticed a very lifelike, life-sized bronze statue of a rat.
It had no price tag but was so incredibly striking the tourist decided he must have it.
He took it to the old shop owner and asked, “How much for the bronze rat?”
“Ahhh, you have chosen wisely! It is $12 for the rat and $100 for the story,” said the wise old man.
The tourist quickly pulled out twelve dollars. “I’ll just take the rat, you can keep the story”.
As he walked down the street carrying his bronze rat, the tourist noticed that a few real rats had crawled out of the alleys and sewers and had begun following him down the street.
This was a bit disconcerting so he began walking faster.
A couple blocks later he looked behind him and saw to his horror the herd of rats behind him had grown to hundreds, and they began squealing.
Sweating now, the tourist began to trot toward San Francisco Bay.
Again, after a couple blocks, he looked around only to discover that the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS, and were squealing and coming toward him faster and faster.
Terrified, he ran to the edge of the Bay and threw the bronze rat as far as he could into the Bay.
Amazingly, the millions of rats all jumped into the Bay after the bronze rat and were all drowned.
The man walked back to the curio shop in Chinatown.
”Ahhh,” said the owner, “You come back for story?”
“No sir,” said the man, “I came back to see if you have a bronze Democrat