Muuuuuhhh
Muuuuuhhh
Humans are superior!
Cow & Chicken
auf meinem teller
The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth
Old poems and stories gone
A beauty of unimaginable lust
Both men's hearts, and Gods, were won
Skin like milk, an angels face
They say her smile could kill
Her hair the blackest of all black
Stories I thought though, still
<span style='color:red'> 42 is the number of the beast: 6*6+6=42 </span>
gähnende leere
Wieso ist "einsilbig" dreisilbig ?
Wartezimmer beim Arzt. *träum*
"This threshold is mine. I claim it for my own.
Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush.
I don't give a damn.
None shall pass!"
Bild der Frau
Bild
Cu Helly
The Sun (Klatschzeitung in GB)
The Queen is not amused.
Winke, Winke!
Die Terroristen vom Kinderkanal.
Bob der Baumeister
"This threshold is mine. I claim it for my own.
Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush.
I don't give a damn.
None shall pass!"
Können wir das schaffen?
Quod erat demonstrantum
Nö
"This threshold is mine. I claim it for my own.
Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush.
I don't give a damn.
None shall pass!"
Klar, wir schaffen das!
"Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary
Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety."
-- Benjamin Franklin
Now There's A lesson To Learn,
Respect's not Given,
It's Earned.
--
Sicher?
Humans are superior!
Unmut
"This threshold is mine. I claim it for my own.
Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush.
I don't give a damn.
None shall pass!"
Italien
<span style='color:orange'><span style='font-size:12pt;line-height:100%'>Niemand hätte je den Ozean überquert, wenn die Möglichkeit bestanden hätte, bei Sturm das Schiff zu verlassen.</span></span>
Urlaubsumbuchung
"This threshold is mine. I claim it for my own.
Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush.
I don't give a damn.
None shall pass!"
Entscheidungszweifel
How do you show someone real love when you don't even know what it feels like?
Fabriken stehen Schlot an Schlot,
Vorm Hurenhaus das Licht ist rot.
Ein blinder Bettler starrt zur Höh,
Ein kleines Kind hat Gonorrhoe.
Eitrig der Mond vom Himmel trotzt.
Ein Dichter schreibt. Ein Leser kotzt.
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