schuftsau_olaf @ 2005-10-23T00:20:00
moment, I have to plow so much that I would need much more time to all write down my experiences, feelings and fantasies timely manner. A common experience I had, for example, on Tuesday:
I was rushed in my lunch break to a bookstore to pay for YOU ordered two books for study and collect. However, as I had yet to participate in the evening at a small company party, it was late until I got home on Messi and begged humbly, drop off the books next day YOUR right after work to be allowed. The Divine Lady, however, was in high spirits and it amused YOU to humble myself a bit and to be served separately. YOU introduced me to the choice of IT books during the night or before work on Wednesday morning by bringing. I preferred the night, but had the problem that at YOUR front door is closed after midnight and I certainly no longer neighbors, even with an ever so great history and you would be able to move, I open the door to friendly. So I asked to humbly, if I could because ring with her. Spitefully let me know that I should ring when YOU (YOU wanted anyway stay awake longer) that you would let me into the house but only if I Oinker over the intercom properly convincing as a sow. I humbly thanked her and ran. Since I am coming Day early to work, I had wanted to also soon be home to at least get a few more hours of sleep. During the night journey with S-and U-Bahn were therefore focused all my thoughts, all my energy on oink, as soon as a pig can be. No way I wanted to be sent back to the morning then again may not make the trip to her. I felt that with me ever so witty spoken: would send back home, "Oink, oink!". So I asked myself before the big pig that I had seen in Brazil in a village near Natal. As it had moved, as it had grunted, which There had been loud on its own? With all the distortions of the "oink" sound, I was not a bit closer to reality. I put myself in the pig. It had grunted in particular. This sound was the easiest to imitate, when they moved like the parody of a snoring loudly through the air sharply and throat and nose. I noticed how people looked in the S-Bahn in my direction, but I pretended like I was actually falling asleep and snoring, because I had much practice the grunts and had little time. Then I pretended as if I suddenly woke up from sleep, exercising the loud Schweinsgrunzen so clear that looking for a brief moment and all the passengers in my vicinity staring. I had my first success: the grunt worked very well. I also felt that after I had put myself into in the pig, now the squealing (so the grunt out) was better. Meanwhile, I enjoyed free rein in my compartment. The other passengers had become accustomed, that I was obviously curious sounds of me and no one cared more about me. Initially still squeaking loudly and grunting softly, then both quite loud critical of me, I succeeded in increasing the identity of the pig from Natal to take. Gradually, I went right on in my role. I felt that I could pass the test and put all my energy into it to achieve this goal. If I grunt and squeal could be in a certain port, in a certain rhythm, pitch in a certain overlap, there was a strange Oink-sound that could already be deceptively similar to a pig. And it is precisely this mix, this conglomeration of sounds I had over and over again produce in order to perfect the oink. Since I was the other passengers probably enough left on my nerves and I felt that the atmosphere shortly before was that I would address the first one to complain, and I wanted to be taken out in any case from my pig identity, what happened would have to talk, and if I had to defend myself, I waited grunting softly off the end of the train rides, to be able to then turn up at night on the road again right and exercise. In the hasty transfer of S-to U-Bahn to Alexanderplatz, the squeak went as planned, the Oink-sound made me worry, however, he did not succeed perfectly. But exactly that was the key sound, on which depended the entrance to the house. At last I was at the finish ran from the subway onto the street, looked around and was glad that I was apparently alone. I put myself totally in the pig and concentrated on the lute. I grunted and qiekte ... and finally worked as the shade which the oink. I oinkte and oinkte and squealed like a pig, and only now noticed the man on the street, which was probably with my mouth open, first stopped and now that I oinkend and squeaking in his direction and looked there to support the articulation, and gesticulating wildly with his arms and waving in front of me took flight and ran away. I let this bother me, of course not, and focused more on my part, since the decision was imminent. I pressed the bell. YOUR amused voice said, "Well, then let 'hear it!" Full grunted in my role, I oinkte and squealing going on that YOU laughed, immediately pulled the door and I certified that I had convincing. In the hallway arrived at the mailbox provided to my horror I found that the books did not fit into it. What to do? I wrote her a text message that the books do not fit into the mailbox and asked if I could make it to your door. As I later told YOU, YOU on the phone right now with her boyfriend and laughed with him, including me of stupid Schuftsau from. I just had to have been a oinkende sow, I was now at night like a stupid cow in a stairwell, waiting for commands. I hoped that at least things would remain calm and not a neighbor wanted to go out more. I thought desperately, but for such a case, I wanted to come up with any explanation of my stupid standing there. After a long Wait finally redemption: In a text message informed me with gracious, allowing me to put the books in front of your apartment door. I had made it and drove fat cattle happy, my dear, divine mistress of all loving and adoring again with U-and S-Bahn home.
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