Didn't I link to this Kraut piece among the zillion posts and comments I made in the past couple of days, none of which you bothered to click on, while eating tons of blutwurst and sauerkraut in a dank basement by the North Sea, with nary a worry about what the heck is happening back across the pond. Par for the course.
I read this piece, like, a century ago. You're always behind the curve, Mr Rot. I suggest you get your ass in a sling, and buy me a beer.
BTW, I'll be close by this week-end, somewhere where they know how to brew a mean stout. Why don't you come by, instead of twirling your thumbs in some Krauthammerische godforsaken burg?
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Didn't I link to this Kraut piece among the zillion posts and comments I made in the past couple of days, none of which you bothered to click on, while eating tons of blutwurst and sauerkraut in a dank basement by the North Sea, with nary a worry about what the heck is happening back across the pond. Par for the course.
By Charles Krauthammer, Published: July 15.
No. Pay up.
I read this piece, like, a century ago. You're always behind the curve, Mr Rot. I suggest you get your ass in a sling, and buy me a beer.
BTW, I'll be close by this week-end, somewhere where they know how to brew a mean stout. Why don't you come by, instead of twirling your thumbs in some Krauthammerische godforsaken burg?
Crap. Goin back to Caesartown. You ought to come down.
Too hot down there. It's like, constantly in the mid-to-upper 50s in Hibernia. Not a bad temperature. Do I need a sweater?
Man, you ought to come to civilization. You always go to the outskirts...
I was in Gay Paree a couple of weeks ago. That the periphery to you?
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