How Do I Know I Was Approved For Unemployment

confusion

Schaffner, Your name is confusing.

I was not there long ... There were also long to say anything.
And as I mentioned in a previous post. Who is saying anything that has a good chance to shut up and keep time to think.

I've made. ... Not with everyone I have been silent. It should be thanking the Lord Falcon mentioned in a secret mission.

rises before me a mountain will be climbed either, or I have to make a bow for all time.
And I want up there ... I want this stupid mountain top.
But right now I do not see the forest for the trees. Thus, the navigation
me through life is hard.

This sends confusing thoughts a discreet confused, but not sad Schaffner into the ether.
I do not know that they are understood ...

... I just wish that they be heard.

Sterno Can Fuel For Fondue

The Master

The Chene Peta ... jaja .... So Peter, who has told me in glowing terms yesterday on a veeery special guitarist. And since we were just at Stephen's sister, he has also shown me, on Youtube.

Initially I had no desire to acrobatic Gitarrengefiedel, but I could hardly believe this.
Now that I have it about 20 times seen and heard, I find it still hard.

So now I ask, gentlemen: watch and listen ... do not forget the wonder.

Short Skinny Prom Dress

A. Wake

A really good reason, an X-Box zuzulegen 360





... but only in passing.

Lightheaded After Smoking

Not exactly McDreamy ....

... but also not very George.

seems almost as one would have to be as often George, before one may be the glimmer of a McDreamy.

Jaaaaaa .... must not be understood. Would be asking too much. I just sort
again publicly my thoughts. Is better, otherwise I would have to annoy the world once again with an alibi video.

Christmas Greetings Poems

kindred spirit ....

I remember my friend ...



... I have to thank '.

Lohri Invitation Card Wordings Images

'feelin very George tonight ....

I smell bad after cigarettes and've got one too intus .... what I will regret it tomorrow, very very early in the loony bin ... and I feel so damn George today!
(not a typo ... Grey's Anatomy watcher understand it) ... oh whatever, looks halt:

Quinny Travel Systems

Fast Hg: .... The end of innocence

Some people grew fond of me.
A good 50-year-old gentleman from wins (I forget his name. Although it was exactly what I had promised myself that would not happen), came to receive and was surpassed by its hopeful and funny form only by his fat wife.
I entered the room and told them both that I was the Zivi, and it will be my job to shave him.
"Young man, I can even still alone," he replied.
"The others have already said and castrated with a disposable razor." I replied.
Short silence. Then snorted his wife that their bacon rolls were trembling.
"He needs you shave the John," I nodded
affected and he was shocked.
"Does everything have gone?" He asked.
"Only the hair, honey!" his wife threw on the chair, laughing, back and forth.

The next day was the threat to shave. Since any hair at an open-heart surgery can be a problem, everything had to be shaved. The good man from winning was no problem. There was hair in terms not very much to get.
next day, a Friday, was scheduled his surgery.
I had spent much time with them. And devoted little attention to the other patients. Although it was very exciting at that time because we had two jailbirds for surgery on the ward. One of an arms dealer, the other a bank robber.
With them came the three police officers were always in the rooms of the two.
course they were replaced, but the room was always one of the arms slide and the bank robbers were always two. And no matter who did the bank robber was service, all day and all night, ill-tempered.
We could not explain why until after their surgery.
physiotherapist Rainer, a squat, straw-blond man with a round face and the biggest forearms I have ever seen, moved with the bank robber one arm in the wrong direction.
This started crying when he would die, and was deathly pale. What
first came out in the ICU was that Rainer both sides of the chest, which was cut during the surgery and was later fixed with wire, to today had moved. Thus was the thin layer of cartilage that had formed since the OP pulled back with a jerk and had caused pain inhuman.
When the disgruntled police officers learned what Rainer had made with her charge, she came into the nurses' station and took him into their midst.
short, he did not know what happened now and his eyes (I was in the nurses room and could see him, just as Doc Martin) slid easily into panic, but then each of them shook his hand. Then they were
the cat out of the bag.
The bank robber was not a bank robber, he was the killer of two children. The story that he was a bank robber was circulated because, when it came out in prison that he was a child murderer and not a bank robber, he would certainly live longer than three days.
As for how the police said that would drive any of the three, a tear of sadness in his eyes. They were all family men.

my patients went from winning it is not good at this time. I even believe he was with the child murderer in intensive care.
After he underwent surgery and was declared to be laid, he returned to Station 5, my station. But this weekend I was not there.
Monday, I heard that he was suddenly very yellow on Sunday, and soon lost consciousness.
One hour after my service beginning on that Monday called the ICU and the doctor on the phone told Arthur that the yellow man had died from wins and we should tell your wife.
I was devastated. When I saw him on Friday, we were still laughing about his shave, and now he was no longer there. He just was not there anymore.
In that moment I was very happy that I was not Doc Martin, and this had serious call.

On the same afternoon I went to Rainer, the avenger of physiotherapy, with the huge lift in brushed metal, from the basement up to the station 5
rose in the lobby to the wife of the yellow man from winning. They had taken, but infinitely sad.
put After welcoming the heavy silence of the slowly floating upward lift.
"I'm sorry." I stammered, Rainer joined them. My voice has never been so rough.
you looked at us and fought back tears and said quietly left us a set of fossilized immediately.
"terrible, that he had to go back to the ICU."
Rainer and I looked at immediately.
"YOU KNOW IT OR NOT, DOC MARTIN HAS NOT REACHED" flashed through my mind. When we got
next floor, with an excuse.
We felt wretched.

Twenty minutes later, I was back on station and had me calmed down a bit, the woman came out of victories, which had lost her husband under our supervision, off the elevator and stood on the wide corridor of the station.
Never before have I seen a man who looked so incredibly alone, as they do.
I stepped out of the pulpit by their sister rounded plexiglass I had watched the arrival of women.
She did not cry, which I thought was strange.
you just looked at me and said: "Earlier in the elevator ... they knew it. "
I nodded, and while I nodded my tears shot out of sight. I was incredibly embarrassing, but I could not do anything.
She lost her husband, with whom they last Thirty years ago, and I spent crying.
was even worse when she hugged me to comfort me.
I do not know how long we were standing so that. Certainly, but five minutes.
I am eternally grateful that nobody was in those five minutes on the course. No patient, and no nurse, no doctor and no visitors.
changed at this time that much.
Above all, I understand now that Doc Martin respected the patients more than did most other doctors. He immediately put the cards on the table.

"They know that they can die."

The patients did not want to hear the jokes about it demolished. Yet no one was wrapped in cotton wool and they all knew the truth behind the medical terms and soothing phrases.
Doc Martin had betrayed them. The
was clear to me when I was sobbing with the sad, fat woman from victories on the quiet path.
people die here. Many survive and be cured, but not all.
There can be something go wrong and they do mostly with those who have previously said that everything is good and they should not worry.
This rate is alarmingly often used by doctors annoyed, too much experience have to be careful and do not have enough experience to anticipate complications.
What do community service in the Kerckhoffklinik concerned, this day was the end of innocence.

What Images Give Men Erection

Fast Hg: .... The Doc and the Russian killer

I get simple again where I left off, this includes but from the casual reader, but may be yes in the smart make on-the-previous post:) Do not wash again


I had Mrs. Regnat, although she was still nearly three months in the Kerck.
When I stepped out of her room completely finished, a small skinny man stood before me. He had long, straw-hair that hung down from a Tonsurartigen bald head like a halo in all directions. It had, like his mustache, the color of salt Latvians and he wore a large pair of glasses.
"Well, my haste washed Gomer?" Grinned he said.
"What have I washed?" Then he said
me there was a book called "House of God" and the author had the word coined Gomer.
It means "Get Out of My Emergency Room" and the theory behind it that there is a certain kind of old people you do not get broken. Young people die in hospitals to get infections, etc. The Gomer's on that too, but they do not die from it.
"Those who die at home watching TV when nobody is looking." Said the little man who introduced himself at last.
"I'm Dr. Martin. But you can tell Peter. "
I rarely said Peter, mostly Doc Martin.
The Doc had the rest away, which made him among the nurses and immensely popular, and what his colleagues in his teeth. He
patient education generally starts with the sentence: "They know that they can die?"
This set him apart. He never talked about the bush and also with wisdom, he was never behind the mountain.
Here is a selection:
. "Drink as much as you can, at some point your liver does anyway straddle"
. I am the doctor, and not the God "
" The nurses are working too much and party too little. "
"Pick a young woman and her bird as often as you can."
"See that you come in no hospital."

... thank you for it, Peter.

Doc Martin also had the stark counterpart, at least in appearance.
Arthur head-nurse.
Arthur was very large, very wide and round, and on his head was something that could be best referred to as a blond Afro. The only thing that connected him outside with Doc Martin was a mustache. Both were superb, with each other.
Arthur was a kind of dormant Pohl of the station, on the contrary to Sister Helen.
Helena was Russian. Robust, ruthless, and where they could afford to cheeky.
in my life I was no worse than herumgescheucht sister Helena.
I liked it and hated it. Her it was similar.
you called me aware Stefan, and Steffen, whereupon I called consistently Helga.
The battle lines were clear, sharpened the knives.
However, they taught me all the freaky tricks.
"If you see someone lying in bed, not breathing." She said in her heavy accent. "Then you housed him for the first time right in the kisser. If he is not awake then, you press the alarm button. Is that clear? "
clear Everything Helena. The absolute
launch, was when she heard that a male patient was intrusive. Regardless of the sister, no matter which station.

As Helena for the surgical preparations TTRAF, they administered the enema. These looked like little Coke bottles with 0.5 liters Abführflüssigkeit and on top of a sort of stable straw. I think you can imagine.
Anyway, they put the device before administration to the lecher, one hour in the refrigerator. ... I never heard back from a slip of the victims.

Looks Like Pityriasis Rosea

Try going Indian!

gentlemen, Lily a real blast posted. reply

on something you just have to ... namely with something far crazier.

beautiful Please



Good old Benny Lava!

Late Message From Wedding

Fast rocked .... The Kackstuhl

gentlemen ... at times to respond to the comments: It really all went as described. In describing the events, I take my freedoms or not put myself "funny" sayings in their mouths. That told me crumbled in most situations properly anger, or at least evil eye, a.
None of this was planned. I just need to slowly stuffed these crazy stories, or they are forever lost in my head wrong.
Continue .....

Monday it was time for my test.
I entered the station and went into the nurses' station. There my sister started
Simone from. A small, very round person with short black hair and an incredibly loud organ.
"to pull out, I like a job for you." Krawallierte them about the station.
I nodded and did as I was told.
A few minutes later we stood in a patient's room before the bed of a seeeeeehr old woman.
"This is Mrs. Regnat." Screamed Simone in this stupid loud and clear sound in which many speak with old people. "And that's the Zivi Steffen, Mrs. Regnat that will wash them now!"
"WHAT?" I said a little too loud and too shrill. I stared at Simone frightened.
"Well wash, do, easy what you are doing well with you. "
Then they left us alone.
"Young man .. Steffen shrill, but first I must again to the toilet."
Even that, I was overwhelmed.
"Will you help me out of bed on my Kackstuhl?
I was surprised by the wording of the old lady, she seemed remarkably relaxed. On the other hand, it was left not much else.
I heaved it out of bed and propped it on the way to her throne aluminum tower with the hole in the seat and the bucket underneath.
"This can now take a little bit." She said.
"I have time." I said, mainly because of me because nothing better occurred anyway and there currently were no other jobs.
There we were, it pressed so in front of him and I looked out the window.
That was a good five minutes, until I noticed that she looked at me from their bleary eyes.
In the absence of another phrase "invented" at that moment I had a question that remains to me to me today and proven to be helpful:
"What else?" I asked the woman on the Kackstuhl. But they seemed to be prepared for such.
"Keep it." She replied.
"Great."
finally closed the bowels history and we could tackle the next hurdle. The
Washing.
months later I was enlightened as to why I had to wash Regnat woman on my first day.
The sisters wanted me to practice in humility. In plain English: I should be shocked the first time really.
you break me wanted, and their weapon of choice was Mrs Regnat where I, they said: "Nothing could be more to ruin."
If one's considered a really bad numbers, the women's part time properly, the guard announced. Not because of me, because Regnat woman.
The washing was in itself quite spectacular. Regnat woman gave instructions on how, what and where was I had to wash and just spend it, hoping that I can not every day the next would make fifteen months.

Best Clothing For Brown Skin

Fast rocked ... The refusal

gentlemen, actually it is called: refusal of military service on grounds of conscience .
In the 70s it was still a real elevation to refuse if you wanted. You had to write a justification and sometimes even before a panel connect to his reasons to explain what was often not very funny and not always crowned with success.
saw the beginning of the 90 things quite differently.

was from a friend, I have to give me his refusal and wrote it around a little. This text seemed to me something like a form, because with its help have been hundreds and hundreds of young men to the service of Weapon denied.
My request was granted and I went in search of a place where I can easily pull down my fifteen months and not me totarbeite. Another criterion was
BKK .... Blood, shit and vomit .... Things that I wanted as little as possible come into contact.
So I applied myself as Zivi the forestry office.
They were fully booked already, and that for years.
It was not long since I had the idea that hospitals have even civil servants. The
operate even in post offices and as a janitor.
That was exactly the kind place that I anpeilte. So I applied in the Kerckhoff Clinic, her character is one of the leading heart hospitals of the country. I have no idea what I was thinking.
It was not long until the confirmation came.
I was employed as a craftsman Zivi in the Kerckhoff Clinic. HA! As simple as that!
I thought to myself.

Of course, the fate that is so happy times odd preferences have provided a little twist. The first day I
entered the hallowed halls of the heart center and went to the management where I received to my surprise, the Nursery Manager.
Unfortunately I forgot her name but she was in her youth certainly a stunningly beautiful woman, but this job, PDL, had made them hard and they looked a little pinched and constantly an attack caught.
I have met so far and all three care services seemed to be resistant to an unknown threat to me to have to defend. The PDL of
Kerck (So was the hospital jokingly dubbed by some staff) led me to the basement, the guts of the building and reviewed with an expert eye my figure. Then she grabbed
into a huge closet and pulled out my work clothes.
She was white! ... Nursing clothes!
Fate is an asshole, I thought, as they tell me to my new "workplace" resulted.
Station 5: heart surgery and transplant. Na
Welcome!.
way we met one of the chief doctors. I was introduced to him and was impressed. Nice, man.
When he was gone, and the PDL wife and I were left alone in the elevator, was the silence again very cramped.
"drawing a joke!" whispered fate and again I fell into the trap.
"So, that was Captain Kerck!"

I thought it was funny, they just pulled up an eyebrow. Pearls before swine.
When I stepped off the elevator, I'm the living dead had broken out.
four dead people in pale robes were almost apathetic front of the elevator. Something went below her neck is a fresh scar, verpflastert well, vertical down the chest.
us looked out of sunken eyes at.
Then I said something that one has me all my community service for stocking:
"A Brain for my master!"
They showed me the station and then go home, I was allowed.
However, with the following sentence in your head.
"The surgery Zivi of the five has come off. This has higher priority than the craft place. That's why you're here. "
Aha ... na I will not talk but not thanks.

should get worse, folks.

Best Lubricant For The Ar

Fast Hg: .... Good old Trine

gentlemen, twenty years is it now since you came into my life ... everything else as follows: I was


When at last two p.m. Tina came into my life. Unbelievable how much make-up a four-year-old who can walk on her face.
I was fascinated, she seemed interested in me, or at least amused. It was not long since we walked hand in hand.
The first kiss was with him the idea with their parents.
Tina's mother was a gynecologist and assistant was notoriously strange. But that was not bad, her husband, a banker before the Lord, you stand in terms of foreign-going second to none.
How many times I sat with Tina in the waiting room of the chief gynecologist of her mother and left the punitive gaze of the older women go through me.
Once I said sheepishly: "I did not 'she pregnant ... we are waiting for their Mother. "
Failure in the faces was even greater, so I refrained from further explanations.
Tina's dad was a really nasty macho style of Dieter Bohlen.
He was a smoking and drinking type career alongside his daughter have preferred, instead, he got a dreamy beautiful spirit that was still too shy to get in to do anything out.
Our first and only real entertainment started well, ended abruptly after five minutes but after the following exchange:
"What does your father living?" He asked a little down from above.
"senior salesman in the workwear industry." Then I wanted to say something, but knew not what, and headed straight into the rocks: ".... and its "
This was the conversation over?.
From the distance of the years considered, I allow myself a little too quick wit. For this is the answer, as I would give today.
has been considered in the light of day, my answer was an unfortunate freak of equal amounts of uncertainty and fear seasoned with a dash of weird humor, my daddy with me unconscious on the road.
idle to say that the good Lord Langer, Tina's dad, was like me then even less, and no effort was sabotaging our relationship.

Brazilian Wax Roseville

Fast rocked .... The son of music retailer

At 19 I started a new attempt to rise in the sky guitar.
I packed my community service, leaving premium or whatever you call it and marched to the local music shop. (The name was changed, of course) with his dopey son, husband Mark, I had gone to school for a while until it became clear that his career would flourish better in secondary school than in secondary school branch.

St. Mark's was always good for a hit. Once he chewed so hard with an ink cartridge that they burst. He had, of course, the whole mouth full of blue ink, and sat for a good minute there with mouth wide open, wondering what to do next.
course observed him half the class there and was curious what a brilliant move, he starts next.
His face lit up by almost a minute thinking hard and he reached into his pouch, a very greasy Scout pencil case, which left his former color (it was blue) only guess a lot of effort and conjured a surprise to the general, an ink eraser resulting.
With this he painted blindly around in the mouth and tried to eliminate the ink.
As he has done another good minute, he turned to me and said with his mouth wide open:
? ÜSS alls weeeg "
His mouth was completely blue, except for a few clean strip, where the ink Killer Action crowned with success.
"Sure, everything clean." I answered, tapping at my neighbor. "Gell, Thomas?"
"Yeah, everything is clean." Thomas said wearily. Later I found out that Thomas took drugs, which also explained the constant mental absence.
Markus nodded happily. Mission successful! Such was the
to St. Mark, the son of the music shop.

I thought I Should that to him in the store and he would give me the guitar of the gods for a song transfer. But I was wrong.
He was not on the shop floor presence, but Charlie. Charlie looked like a rocker mummy. Just as many wrinkles as Keith Richards butt and a dirty gray Great for the old rocker Bill Haley ashamed of themselves into the ground would have.
But a fox before the Lord. Everything in me screamed
after a flight. But the 800 - Mark the day before I took off in a light euphoria of my battered account, I burned a hole in your pocket. It had to be an electric guitar, even today. I stood in front of the gray fox of rock 'n' roll and said the magic words.
"An electric guitar please."
"Super, my friend. An electric guitar. The queen of the instruments. Good choice. You're lucky that I play myself. "
" Aha ... I can see there a few times? "I asked, confused after. He had probably already sensed my fear, foxes can something like that.
"Of course, my friend." Spake, and led me to guitar wall.
hung there felt 20 000 guitars and waited for someone who could use them ... not me.
But all seemed to call them "Take me, please!"
He took one of the wall, plugged into an amplifier and played a riff that sounded like Chuck Berry with broken wrists.
"Na ... what is it? "he asked enthusiastically.
"Hm ... on what else can you learn well? "I asked.
"Ah, you play not so long."
"Even never. "That was true even when the George Baker ignored Intermezzo fifteen years ago.
His grin was still Fox term.
"Yes, of course, since you have to pay even more detail on it that you start with a good instrument." He then grabbed a guitar that was George Baker, in terms of shape very similar. It was a Stratocaster replica of the Epiphone company. As I later got to hear from Doc Schneider, Epiphone is characterized by high quality instruments in the Midprize Section, and a boring name.
"The I can tell you for 7 .. well, 600, -. Mark left "Since he was out listening to the rock fox. Verbal Mondreiserei calls to the well.
"Hmm ..." I thought, and made to hard.
That was a lot of money, these 600, - Mark. On the other hand, I had just saved a hundred marks (I had fallen for the Mondpreiserei).
also liked me. It was green / black with gold plated tuners, and looked as if she could all that you need as a rocker of rank.
So all Richie Sambora, the guitarist from Bon Jovi has done to his guitars.
Richie made me really re-infected with the virus guitars. George Baker, as it were, laid the egg has hatched and Richie's.
I did so well, "Wanted: Dead or alive" can play like him.
So I said hastily and completely inconsiderate ". I take the"
laughed the fox, so simple that it sold within 5 minutes still no guitar in this price range.
He grabbed one cable, a belt and a few plectrum it and sent me into rock experience. Yes, Charlie, so is he. Hopefully after my not so many have fallen for the guitar fox.
When he's not in the shop by Mark's dad had worked, he would be staying with any coffee drive-touting as blankets.

There I was with the guitar. After a long walk home, I had joined the good piece then in my tiny tape recorder, that they also could be heard and found that I had absolutely no idea what to do.
I like to use the excuse: "It was a difficult time and I did not know what I wanted. Besides, my mom had also discovered the alcohol for himself and kept my Daddy and me so neatly on the go "
any event was my 600, -. Forget Mark investment quickly.
I just lost interest in it.
As 15 years earlier with George Baker.

Christmas Wishes To Managers

slap Schaffner-The Beginning ... or almost rock!

gentlemen, this time because nothing happened really crunchy, I once sat down and I curved in the past.
While I wandered so (schwief?), I blithely typed ahead of me. What came out here, I want now, in fragments and parts, proffer.

"It had to be exactly this guitar! No other. Not a silly thing with a hole in the middle. I could just get used to this weird string to anyone curious about the device, but it has to be a hole? Never!

It had the guitar by George Baker!

moment ... George who?

You turn the time back in the mid-70s 20th Century.

TV sets were mostly still black and white devices, the hair was a bit sillier than today and the price of gasoline ridiculously low.

I was a good four years old and saw for the first time a music show on television.

The highlight was a guy named George Baker. Today no longer knows the carrion, but his song "Oh La Paloma Blanca" or something like grabbed me and arrested me.

As you go but go on, if so early in childhood that goes wrong. If Billy Joel's

were the Beatles. When Eric Clapton's

were the great blues legends.

And was with me a half-baked pop's mate with a brown afro of a guitar (a Fender Stratocaster Sunburst I know now) has reassigned and sang his silly song about a white beach.

I thought it was great and it had to be a guitar, as George had one. My Daddy said

it again good to me and bought me a children's guitar that looked exactly like the desired object as the George dangling around his neck. Only much smaller.

It was not long since I had ruined the device, which was rare for me, because I always had to ruin my friend Mark. Functioned as a walking stress test for my toys. Everything was kind of unstable, lay in tatters when he went home.

To anticipate the story once, he's still my friend, one of the best, and he has also ruined a long time nothing more.

was any event, the guitar soon forget, I had quite simply lost interest "

So, gentlemen, saw her, then out for me ... first

A PS to the supermarket.!: When the tribute that I had to pay for you, was torn from arms of plastic figures, then I was glad to pay and would have upped the ante nochwas!

Gratis Vidio Bazzer.com

Mischimuschi

Amazing things play off. In the truest sense of the word.

yes I play like once the general had reacted to my box.

mind on my Xbox 360.

And prefer something where one's Xbox Live membership (so that one may daddeln via Inter net with Xböxlern around the world for the bet ... I do that, if so, preferably on with the Lord and the Lord Falcon Rohal, beautiful greeting at this point).

Most of the time since

shot, yes. Somehow being shot in most games.

is, however, also fallen nearly as often. But only if it is fired.

My experience with this "multiplayer experience is rather mixed.

As I said, with the Lord and the Lord Falcon is relaxed Rohal's always nice and fun.

If you play with, however, or against the unknown, then it looks fast, very different.

Because sometimes like to shoot from the fun of it, to the colleagues in his own team. Or it breaks even one or two ground-aggression by simply and simply tried to make the other players in the online game life as difficult and unpleasant as possible.

course you can complain to Microsoft (yes, that is also online) about the trouble makers, team killer, and the like Gesumse, but then pulls out and nothing more.

As mentioned above, much shot. This will also eventually get bored, and since I represent the online soccer, basketball or similar ball games rather untalented and not very enthusiastic minority, I like to fall once the fighting game.

In this particular case, of which I sing here, it was "Soulcalibur 4 ". A very nice game in the so stylistically beautiful and amazing acrobatic and razor cut is that it almost does not menacing.

And this game has an online multiplayer mode, and that I have the test. Since I already have

(is the attentive reader noticed the number 4 after the title) the first three parts of "Soulcalibur" swallowed really, me the following thoughts went through the skull:

"HA! I do this for years!'s On it ... I got it! Your on-whistles you can dress warmly, as does the uncle you now into your shirt! "

sooner said than done.

was promptly my dearly beloved samurai Mitsurugi (friend Olli, who has been missing in World of Warcraft, called him once simplistic: Mischimuschi) viciously beaten.

(Because here it is)

This was so for a while until the following result on the stats became clear:

Mitsurugi Wins: 0 Lost: 18

Goofy can see that the each.

But the worst is true, IF mutate to lose many of the online players for beating absolute asshole.

Because after the fight (which is about 5 seconds) to the opponent is lying motionless on the ground and flailing as he mocked. (One reason why I'm just me with famous players, a headset, communicating, or I might me listen to more live)

The question remains: What's is that so many, certainly privately very nice people who behave like the last savages, when they believe they are fairly anonymous? I wanted to leave

Just as with my battered Mitsurugi the battlefield, a voice message trickled in by mail (yes, that's what works also).

Unsure of what to expect now, I started the message of a man:

1. Somewhere in Canada lives (I've previously looked at their profile card)
2. cut to pieces my bad Mischimuschi added.
3. seemed to be no better than all the other idiots who are looking for fun humiliate opponents in the dust lying still with kicks.

To my surprise, I heard the voice of a 13-year-old who was very nice following in their own language to the best:

"Hey ... I've seen that you lost 18 times and not once have won. Man, you poor guy must be pretty depressed. But that would be a shame because the game is so incredibly cool. You have to not lose the fun of it. I would advise that you speak up with the fast fighters like Mitsurugi and Taki pull back and you are looking for someone with more range, which can keep the enemy at a distance and not be as close as the other two ran. Since I recommend Siegfried (with the funny last name "of Schtauffen" note of the guard) or Kilik. Anyway, all good. See you in the arena. "

Yes I was floored. I would call with abuse and grotesque insults expected, but not with what Sun

Of course I am grateful for the nice boys and thought about his ideas (... though I could share the good nieeeee Mischimuschi). voted

As for me, however, almost happy, and more conciliatory has is that it is not only idiot on the net. There are also nice guys out there and the fact that I am still found a nice little guy, makes the story not just shorter, but more positive.

How it looks in the network, folks.

Is It Possible Toget Discharge Instead Of Period

politically incorrect, but no matter .... Do you know the

Yes hello too !.... after all rather murky and usually serious thoughts occupied me lately, of course, the question of basic survival.

food, shelter, etc. As it were too short to take it: the filthy lucre.

But how do you get as soon as possible in as much of mammon, so vile he may be?

Well, you are making thoughts. It investigates the market gaps.
Sun comes after a lengthy deliberation, the restaurant in mind.

This places you are always so great before.

Behind the bar, selling drinks, laugh, celebrate and so on. The
certainly is not so .... at least not permanently.
One can "beautiful drink" determined the cause, but that backfires. Either you drink themselves to be poor, or at the end has a liver that is as big as a hat.
Another negative factor is the clientele. This does not mean the customers are nice, no, rather those who do not want to go home when the store is closing, or act out their aggressions in the pub.
Who needs already.

As I hear call but already one or two delicate little souls: "Yesssss, but what about the gastronomic experience"
Then one can only say, yes where?

Is it take an experience in a Mexican decorated pub, cocktails to Mexicans who do not know?

I want to trade times the word "experience" against "adventures."
adventure gastronomy, what is this?

could run as follows: One looks for the worst pub and stopped.
At the counter to order a glass of milk as follows:

"So, my friend. . 'Ne clever milk I would have liked "
Then the called Good question quite grumpy:
" What? Milk? ? No Beer "
then people respond boldly and so loud that all heard it:
." Plain milk I can be cool without alcohol ... " murmuring and pointing to the beer drinker with the hump: "... and not just as sexual in sweetened drinking water pipes with their silly rituals over there"
... and the adventure takes its course.

yes Has no one told that it must always run out to a happy ending.

We have but one word left. The "experience" of the restaurant, which I had replaced with bold adventure.
Now that must have a word behind it, otherwise it looks like naked. Naked as the doctor.
And because everything is so beautiful here unconventional politically incorrect and, above all, I do not tell me doctor. I say woman doctor.
And here we are again a very nice word and immediately a new market niche:

The "Experience-gynecology. (The field could not care more or less, gynecology sounds just so nice to gastronomy.)

How can you imagine?
this: Anyone who has been at the doctor (no matter which one) who knows that there is always very tight and wait a long time generally have.

How about then, that every patient gets their own band which defused the situation emotionally.
Because you can go about choosing one at the reception.
The rock band, the String Quartet, the Mexican folk group, and so one then in the waiting room, and also likes to play one or the other hit accompanied on request.

If the name is called, one enters the darkened treatment room, after which sounded gentle violins and a spotlight falls on the doctor at his desk.

A violinist who would look after André Rieu hovers demonized, with practiced step the scene.
is Talking to the doctor this time and again pull as if by chance a card trick to loosen up without losing the thematic thread or the medical problem of the patient in mind.

course, the violinist responded to just those issues.
Is it in the direction of serious illness, he plays three melancholy and sad looking and fits sometimes comforting to the patient.
If it is good news, he fiddles, whirling merrily through space, the lightest of those tunes his violin is capable of.

The whole course would be covered by insurance. However, there would be a latent danger that the experience (moves in a flash of light spot on the wall and shows a Ratiopharm / Becks Audi or poster) by clever advertisements will be interrupted.

Good for those who are insured privately. Since the insertions fall away and it is fresh and well maintained from the field. Who

question is: "How is the conductor of such a stupid sense," believe me on this:

About the Einstein one has even laughed! About Nostradamus was spotted, and the Tesla, which has also not taken seriously.

Then it was suddenly condemned ax Yes, the brothers are right!

And just rulers, will be's.

Throat Bloody From Levaquin

yet?


this:


This is Robert Addie.
know again, nobody or very few.
Robert Addie played in the English series
"Robin of Sherwood" the evil but not stupid, Guy of Gisburne.

I got for a more or less funny / important project researched by the time Robin, I came across this:

Robert Addie (Sir Guy of Gisbur ne) passed away on November 20th after a short battle with lung cancer, at the age of 43 "

(Robert Addie (Sir Guy of Gisburne died) on 20 November (2003) after a short battle against cancer at the age of 43.

What you saying?
An actor who accompanies me forever is no longer there.
I feel ... feel me still on the old bed of the parents of Mr supermarket sit who are pursuing the wooden backs, and banned a series Robin Hood. As Robin Hood
warred with Guy of Gisburne. We found the guy so mean, which speaks only for the actor.

But 43?
This is not enough !.... I'm afraid. Of course everyone is afraid.
But right now I fear that at some point I must say
"It was everything I hoped it was ?.... had more in it !"... or" Let me stay. "
I do not know what he said or whether he could say anything else.

I CAN say something, so that:
After these thoughts, and reading some blog sites and some of the posts wife Lily, I come to such a late hour of the following knowledge, which comes early, and certainly tomorrow diluted soaked, but now is more present in the moment than anything else.

life .... can not make up for it. You get the time that you deserve and that's it. So make the best!
Whether it be with religion, faith, philosophy, family, parties, wild sex, music, children, or incredible sunsets uses and celebrates not care.
What matters is the commitment and should never be only half .... as much as it goes!

I'm not exactly the wisdom of eating with spoons (to be confirmed is what everyone that is longer than 20 minutes has spoken to me), but I think that I lie here all right. Where

me an incident that has taken just about everything, no compromises made and was not old:


"He celebrated like a king and played his guitar as he practiced for years 24 hours Tagged
- Eric Clapton to Jimmy Hendrix