— Has its first dozen or so legal pints and Jaeger shots with friends, then makes a late-night Taco Bell run before returning home to watch a DVD of old Beavis and Butthead episodes and pass out on the couch.
Poland breathes a sigh of relief.
— Has its first dozen or so legal pints and Jaeger shots with friends, then makes a late-night Taco Bell run before returning home to watch a DVD of old Beavis and Butthead episodes and pass out on the couch.
Poland breathes a sigh of relief.
Greece is still sweating bullets however.
These days Poland might prefer Germany over that big mach bully to her east — the same one that held her against her will for the better part of half a century and barely even got a slap on the wrist.
It’s as if the couple that snatched Elizabeth Smart were fined and had their driver’s licenses suspended instead of going to prison.
macho bully
Actually, Greece is sweating out the Ouzo after another long weekend of partying and gorging themselves on the public dole.
Once they sleep off the hangover, it’s back into the streets to protest “austerity”, destroy some more commercial businesses, smash windows and generally make asses of themselves.
Not to worry though, the Germans will pick up the tab.
Again.
At some point though, the Germans are going to decide to call the tune they’ve been paying the piper for.
rocktoberfest!
here i am-rock u like a hurricane
fun fun fun on the autobahn
99 luftballons
save us germany-patton didn’t get there first
love ur uniforms
ich bin sehr,sehr gebrochen berliner
My mil just got back from a visit (home) to Germany. It was “interesting.”
a very very broken jelly donut?
i just google translate
that’s what they said
krapfen was jelly donut
i..of course, cannot be held accountable for my actions
just following orders
The chance of any of my relatives knowing about tacos or Beavis and Butthead is beyond remote. So, don’t get too comfy, Silesia. Yeah, that’s right, and you too, Bohemia.
Holland stomps it’s feet with frustration and sighs. That Germany is so dreamy…
And I remember the first few years, so fondly… now, already tired, overworked and haggard at 21.