Today I was in town because I wanted to look for a specific book. Sorry, I forgot the name, so I guess I just have only bought for the school and my father. However (and I was not aware until today) runs the town and surrounding area have some potential. This was also not often that I 'm in town. But it all started with Comex (and my father):
my father birthday coming up and I felt impelled to something nice (if that's the right word) to buy for him. So I decided the next day with my equally crazy girlfriend dani to go to town. So soon after we strolled through the city. Since I discovered Comex and I immediately thought this is it (like I had bad luck Otto). In the window lay a fat pillow Donat Sylt in the Simpsons. I had wanted to buy it but only last 3.80 hardly what would and so I decided to ride the next day against the city. Sorry I could not come along who wanted to and because I've had in person verpeilt I run to fear me. Fortunately, my cousin did at the same Spetzies the I-go-every-day-in-the-city-because-I-am-not-decide-can people come with one. I grabbed my credit card (cash I lose anyway) and went to the bus stop. When we were in town, wanted to Nata Schmorl uv Seefeld, and I Comex. So we parted briefly to us afterwards to meet at the Ernst-August-Galerie. What we both had not thought of was that I am completely unable to find something at a distance of 100m. First I was on my way to Comex and then back on the road. Suddenly I found myself on the VW site and stumbled awkwardly into a ditch. When I got back gekraxelt out, I just went down the main road. A woman who has some resemblance to a fat raisin, had beckoned me into her business to me to explain in detail who was van Gogh. On my pressing request, show me the way back, they did not respond and the fact that I knew more about van Gogh as she ignored them skillfully. When I was finally free in which I climbed through the toilet window on the first floor, had already been some time Monster Donatella and I led our way to Ernst-August-Galerie.
Now that I sit at home and I rub the sore butt (yes even on the way to my house, I was not spared, but All three times I flew in the face), I know .......
Never trust FATS TALKING RAISINS!
lg Marie
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