I can not prove that I'm Christian Rach views as the main character in an obscure Japanese Tentakelfick cartoon. Therefore, I will now certainly not fine, solitary confinement and / or hand-off risk and claim that it is so.
Perhaps an indication but not proof.
Wow, that was a start. I mean actually not judgmental or even praise me, even for this surreal beginning, but initially only as a mere statement. I also noticed that I quite a nasty bug in clandestine the blood stream and since then there has crept leaves panic, fear and terror as the Highbrow-entertainer (get it?) Dämona Katzenberger at MENSA meetings. In other words, I'm delirious.
While I can think of so-ever drop in 7/8-Takt snot on the keyboard, I blow your Meanwhile, all sorts of verbal snot out of the synapses. And comment on the last third of Rach's Restaurant-nonsense.
And what a timing! Because just at that very moment a sad-eyed bull with a nail gun device killed. And a handful of totally unsuspecting candidate stares in horror at the corpse of the Soon-to-be-Whoppers.
Congratulations, dear Rach recruits, their win at the raffle Trauma: A shock for life. The militant PETA splinter group from the "moo-cow's crusade" is meanwhile in their mossy headquarters certainly in the drawn from malnutrition poor.
PETA. Disgusting subjects. Who does not hate?
Rach, meanwhile, rejects the government statement, a paralyzed with fright candidate to squeeze into a costume and ox-babbles something unintelligible instead of respect and reverence. Meanwhile, announces the commentator (possibly recalled that he himself captive bolt devices qua non of a court order may approach within fifty yards) from the off sympathetically, "This is the beat of life and death," I kid you not.
Not pictured: Beat of life.
After graciously intermediary commercial break upgraded Rach his restaurant to look and throw short hand out an unfavorable bespectacled fatties, because it is the hard kitchen life (and the sight of his deep shadows casting dark circles) is not increased.
looking at you, kid.
It looks so pathetic that I would instinctively reach for the captive bolt device in order to deliver them from their suffering - which says more about me than about them, I throw a defuse. Next scene: a human-Monster Truck chimera-Sarkozy regrets Rach's draconian decision to refer or persons supplying the consignment. Not least because they shared but always "glued ass to ass" had
OHGOTTDASBILDGEHTNIEWIEDERRAUSAUSMEINEMKOPF.
OHGOTTDASBILDGEHTNIEWIEDERRAUSAUSMEINEMKOPF.
That's it. I do not know whether the bug or the program brings me to choke, but I give up. The fine spirit logs off for today.
