Yesterday it was time again, whether to make the radio or local television, now after 3 days cold, each channel its contribution through the poor bastards who have to work in the fresh air, and every year I see the same pale noses in the telly or hear their voices on the radio droning Triefnas
Hein Fischhöker from the weekly market ( tactics onion, 3 trousers, 6 sweater, 4 pairs of socks and 2 jackets, suspenders to 6-9).
The sausage meat from the fat in front of the booth Quarree ( is facing the grill, only the feet are cold but bushes, but I've got my Wombatfellstiefel ).
Horst, the garbage workers ( Harhar, cold? Me non, we are working hot and for all cases we ham a bottle of Kom in the car, we are men, not cowards )
And I know, it now a couple of days warm - more than 4 degrees - and then half a degree below zero, then they emerge from their holes, the returnable bottles collector the watch tower distributors, the Postbüddel and tell me what make of onion layers, Kom and warm thoughts.
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