Aus irgendeinem Grund glaube ich, dass das Bild manipuliert wurde. Sonst hätte ich gern einen mit Hammer und Sichel im Gesicht, den ich dann auf reiche Kapitalisten loslasse.*
*Von wegen Pandabären essen kein Fleisch, sie haben es doch noch gar nicht probiert, wie können sie wissen, dass es ihnen nicht schmeckt?
A panda walks into a café. He orders a sandwich, eats it, then draws a gun and proceeds to fire it at the other patrons. "Why?" asks the confused, surviving waiter amidst the carnage, as the panda makes towards the exit. The panda produces a badly punctuated wildlife manual and tosses it over his shoulder. "Well, I'm a panda," he says at the door. "Look it up." The waiter turns to the relevant entry in the manual and, sure enough, finds an explanation. "Panda. Large black-and-white bear-like mammal, native to China. Eats, shoots and leaves."
-- It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either.
Wos, i? (ich habe nichts gegen Kapitalismus nur gegen Leute mit mehr Geld als ich ;) )
Das Kätzchen hat einen interessanten Blick.... Laut Bildname ist es aber ein Bierbauch. Du interpretierst alles falsch!
-- It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either.
A duck walks into a bar, leans over the counter and asks the bartender: "Got any grapes ?" "No, we don't have any grapes. This is a bar, we have beer, whisky, coffee, etc. And we sure as hell don't serve ducks either. Now get the hell out." upon which the duck leaves the bar.
The next day, the duck enters the bar again. "Got any grapes ?" "No, I told you we are a bar and we don't have any grapes. In fact, you should get the hell out of here right now, and if I see you in here asking for grapes again I'm gonna nail your goddamn bill right onto this counter here." The duck leaves again.
Two weeks later, the duck returns and asks the bartender: "Got any nails ?" "No." "Got any grapes ?"
-- It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either.
Is besser so - freak wegen dem Video? Das ist doch super!
-- It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either.
Ok, dann freue ich mich zu diensten gewesen zu sein.... Werde mich dann langsam auch schlafen legen. Habe genug gespammt (30-40 Beiträge...).
Gratuliere übrigens zum 200er!
-- It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either.
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-- It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either.
Dachte ich mir auch irgendwie.... Aber es gibt vielleicht Ausnahmen....
-- It is by eating sandwiches in pubs on Saturday lunchtimes that the British seek to atone for whatever their national sins have been. They're not altogether clear what those sins are, and don't want to know either.
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