Trechinsky’s terrible dream
May 8th, 2008
What an awful night in Paderborn with the dream dwarf. Poor Trechinsky. He had never been in Paderborn before, this boring German town with a lousy brewery. And how did he get there?
By bus, of course. Und Zumelung Weldt. Never again. Endless headaches at Hotel Kaiserpfalz. The sound of the drill in the street.
That’s what happens when you want to be wild, and you take an arbitrary buss line to an arbitrary place. Nothing good has ever come from such ideas.
Never leave Cologne—that’s and order—the man said and left. No boss-man, no!
May 12th, 2008 at 11:51 am
you look a bit intense.
May 12th, 2008 at 1:37 pm
Hei, jäg gillar jonas og är scvensk
May 12th, 2008 at 1:39 pm
Har du sett hva jeg skriver om Joaquin som la seg til å sove på sofaen, mens jeg inntok en god lunsj.
May 12th, 2008 at 7:17 pm
Det var jo din drømmedverg! Det er din og min dverg! (Elregn)