Çyrin, I think it was her way of saying “Thank You” for a wounderfull time at the company, and lots of luck in your new vocation, where-ever it may be.
b.t.w.
ever since Schroder, making fun of German Fatness is kinda, well… passé. But there’s plenty left. Oh, the rants I could have on those damned holes they keep digging in our fair beaches. Even now, with summer long gone, I still have to tread lightly for fear of falling into one of their blasted sand-traps. But that is a rant for another day.
SJEESH, laughing at germans is no fun with you bloody ‘we’re the centre of Universe’ yanks. I’m talking chancelor of the Bundestag, not some bloody pencil and ink drawing from four decades ago.
although, if you look real cross-eyed-like you kinda see the resemblance Schroeder Schroeder
You just have to immagine a boyish grin and some dark hair on the peanuts character and voilà.
and by the way, Schroeder isn’t fat, Kohl, his predecessor was.
Laughing at Germans is ALWAYS fun. The Three Stooges proved it; as did Peter Sellers, Charlie Chaplin, and Bob Crane.
What’s with the italics? I see nothing odd in that statement.
“Hey, you got your ironoclasm in my sarcastrophy!”
“You got your sarcastrophy in my ironoclasm!”
Or a great big head and a horny brunette on the Bundestag character.
I admit it. I just wanted to say Bundestag. It’s invigorating in a tribal-chant sorta way.
boon-duh-STAG! boon-duh-STAG!
boon-duh-STAG! boon-duh-STAG! WE will WE will BOMB YOU…
Sorry I had to interrupt your tireless quest for dolphin sex fetish sites to communicate with you. I noticed a sour look on your face when that brown mongrel of flatus snarled and nipped its way out of my ass. Well, Jack Sprat, that was my attempt to mitigate the cloying reek of failure that has surrounded your desk since the day you got here.
In my home in Fat Land, we fatties frolic and dance in the moonlight. We eat - oh yes, we eat. And we fart and just laugh, laugh. I had calf liver, onions, and garlic bread to prepare for my meeting with you. Because sadly, we must venture out of our Fat Paradise to manage scrawny slackjawed productivity sinks such as yourself. Attractive? <snort> To cobwebs maybe.
As Germans avoid inefficiency, as uglies avoid mirrors, as fatties avoid vegetables, and as bosses avoid engineers’ recommendations, employment avoids you. Have fun giving handjobs for crack, Shemp.