The face of a famous politician and world leader miraculously appears as I prepare my breakfast egg. Hallelujah hallelujah, sound the trumpets (sic!), horns and bucinas.
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As my cousin John used to say: It is not that aunt Denise is mad. It’s just that her tongue is connected differently to her brain than with ordinary people. Alas, cousin John is no longer with us – whereas aunt Denise continues to thrive.
Here some of her gems.
My aunt Denise: “Listen. Listen! Something absolutely weird happened to me!
… Oh wait. That wasn’t me… it happened to somebody else.”
How much did you pay for that mixer?
About a hundred bucks.
A hundred bucks?! You can buy a vacuum cleaner for a hundred bucks!
Yeah, but we didn’t need a vacuum cleaner. Besides the mixer came with a lot of extra stuff, funnels and beakers and so on.
What do you need those for if you vacuum the house?
The dog kept on having sex with my knee.
My husband, your uncle, was so mad at me, he locked himself in the upstairs bathroom for an entire week.
Really? How did he survive?
He ate the toothpaste.
At least he had enough to drink.
I turned off the mains, and that forced him come out.
Why was he mad at you?
More about Aunt Denise here.
Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Sing praise in the name of the Lord! The face of Maria Magdalene in my eggs, sunny side up. An experience of biblical dimensions!
And ain’t Mary an eggstraordinary cutie?
I love eggs in all shapes and sizes – but I am biased towards the ovums from chicks that have at least some moving space and that are, for eggsample, not pumped full with antibiotics (Interested in my diet? Read more here).
More egg-related posts can be found through this eggsemplary link.
International business travelers and tourists will recognize the sign below: this can be found in hotel rooms all over the world, be it in the high-end resorts on the coast of Hawaii or in the low-end shacks behind the city station:
This sign literally drips with hypocrisy – more than the wet towel with which you just dried your booty after taking a hot shower to get rid of the travel dirt. It is oozes dickheadery. This sign has NOTHING to do with worries about the environment. In fact, the text should simply tell the TRUTH:
”Hello,and welcome to our hotel. This is to inform you that we do not care at all about the environment. What we do care about is our profit margin. Laundering the towel with which you have dried your face and private parts costs us money. Imagine thousands of dirty towels each day, how many people it takes to get those clean; people that we would rather send into early retirement. In the past we hesitated to put this message on a sign, hehehe. We were betting that YOU do worry about the environment, and that you would take such a reference seriously. And that you were fully prepared to dry yourself with a dirty towel for the next four days of your stay, even if you suffer from our exquisite local diarrhea or the anus seepage that you brought along from home. THANK YOU for caring about our profit margin.”
Or how about this?
“We do not think that it matters at all whether we clean your towel every day – the environment is screwed up as it is. You get a clean towel every day whether you want it or not. No use hiding your dirty towel in your suitcase, we will find it. We rummage through our guest’s luggage during our daily “security” check. So stop your whining and suck it up.”
More travel posts.
Today a Chinese restaurant (“Peking Duck”), but once upon a time a very infamous man had his residence and offices behind these doors. Can you guess who?
The truth behind the duck: Mr. Mengling Tang from China is the owner of a Chinese eatery in the Voßstraße in Berlin, exactly on the spot of the entrance to Adolf Hitler’s “Neue Reichskanzlei” – the new chancellery. The building didn’t survive the ravages of war, within a few years after completion, the home of the brutal, and weirdly mustachioed dictator was destroyed by allied bombs. Adolf probably wouldn’t have clenched his little fists with pleasure, if he would have known about the re-purposing of the spot where his ugly government building (designed by his favorite architect Albert Speer) once stood. But then again, maybes he is, in purgatory?
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