On the top.

On the top left you see something… The holder for the railing…

Oh, her name isn’t Marie-Antoinette by chance?

I’m in the glorious position that I have to cross the road once to get to the baker that is a supermarket too, another road crossing and I’m at the butcher. From my door to the bakery, to the butcher and back home… 200m.

The next Aldi, Tedi and REWE is about a kilometer away.

Understandable… it will read like a Who’s who list of the rich and powerfull…

Is her name Marie-Antoinette by chance?

Hello Americans… welcome to the forth Reich!

What did he eat?

If there is some god… I hope hell is a place reserved for this people…

before their own painfull death… I hope they suffer, they have to watch all their beloved people, siblings and offspring die horrible painfull deaths and everyone they hold dear suffer, suffer and suffer… until they die as the oldest humans in ages, bound in a catatonic state for decades and I will gleefully keep the machines running that keep them alive!

And people wonder why I despise all religious institutions, no matter the flavour of their business selling people an empty shell they named hope.

You guys know my dad?

*Oh zerfrettelter Grunzwanzling Dein Harngedränge ist für mich Wie Schnatterfleck auf Bienenstich.

Grupp, ich beschwöre dich, mein punzig Turteldrom. Und drängel reifig mich mit krinklen Bindelwördeln Denn sonst werd ich dich rändern in deine Gobberwarzen Mit meinem Börgelkranze, wart’s nur ab!

Genau mein Gedanke!

Yes, please, that self sphincter fondling show should have died 20 years ago, when Gido Horn baa’d “Piep, piep, piep, ich hab euch alle lieb…”

The very last reminder this event overstayed its welcome should have been Stefan Raab blubbering “Wadde hadde dude da?”

I hope so. But I also fear who’s coming after him.

They for sure work on that for their “beloved leader”… but in the end I predict parades held in his honour in front of a Mausoleum, where a hugh dried up, orange painted turd with a yellow toupet is on display in a glass box.

I bet some megaMAGAmorons will embark on a quest to prove their nonsense right… and in the end find out it was the same companies that polluted the air, water and soil whos CEOs are buddybuddy with their beloved leader…

Oh, the blonde clown again!

But she has better looks than Deputy Doofy…

I clicked on the link and There’s no german page for that… but there’s a page in Pfälzisch, the dialect people in the german region Palatinate (Pfalz) speak.

You know the stereotypes about germans, no humor, stare at you, love their rules and laws, cold and pedantic, wait for the green light on a pedestrian crossing at 3 in the morning, but go pedal to the metal the moment their Porsche/Benz/BMW enters the Autobahn… and we drink beer all day and eat Sauerkraut.

:)

Seriously, the only Sauerkraut I really like is the batch my Dad makes every year in autumn and I don’t drink beer.

I went to a fair bunch of Biker Parties back in my MC days. At least one guy blacked out drunk and pissed himself after binge drinking… and in southern Germany we start with 0.5l bottles of beer.

All piss, no blood.

When did they forget he is an immigrant too?

Oh, wait… he’s an insanely rich white immigrant… nevermind.