The toilet is clogging up and we need a plumber to fix it. Here is the WhatsApp conversation between Vil and His landlord.
Vil: “We need to call a plumber the toilet is clogged up and we can’t have a normal shit anymore. Please, could you arrange it?”
Landlord: “NOPE, use less toilet paper!”
WTF?
…. don’t need the most powerful computer in the world to write a good story. Just pen and paper should be enough to electrify your audience.
This smells so nice. This is my heaven. Vil please, I want a big piece. Vil went inside and asked for the price. A good piece of six months dry aged steak would be a whopping 100 euro. Maybe I get a bone for Christmas.
Yummy!
Sometime things happen. Today we went to the club and there was another dog named Indy as well. I liked her…..
Well educated, experienced, motivated and unfortunately too qualified.
Today we went to our actual office, as we usually do after work. The two mile walk is quite nice. Vil walks me very day for a minimum of one and a half hour and on weekends we are outside all day. Ok , we went to the office, Vil had a coffee and a chat. All was fine until a small little white fucker jumped at me and tried to ….. me. Wow,….. Squeeeeeeek!
Vil took immediate action, grabbed the small one, “unplugged” him and saved me. Now, “small white fucker dog owner” finally appears and instead of taking care about “small little white fucker”, he grabbed Vil’s arm and said quite aggressive “leave my dog alone”….. WTF?
Small little fucker dog can be happy that I didn’t eat him and now this “responsible” dog owner tries to wind Vil up? Both are rude. Like we know: “The Dog is a reflection of the owner!” So, please “small white fucker dog” and his master: STAY AWAY FROM US!
There is kissing before fucking!!!
Jips!
PS White fucker dog owner plays actually a quite good jazz,…………
You are sitting near to me, but I don’t talk to you because I am paralyzed and my speaking abilities are near zero. I apologize, that I destroyed our future before I even spoke one word with you.
BigHug
A guy just sat on me by accident. I squeaked and he jumped up.
BigLaugh
Hallo Dirk,
heute wärst Du 50 Jahre alt geworden,
aber leider hast Du es nicht so weit geschafft
und schon vor mehr als zwei Jahren das Licht ausgemacht.
BigHug
Schade eigentlich, denn ich hätte gerne noch ein Bier mit Dir getrunken, aber das sollte nicht sein. Ich hoffe es geht Dir gut, wo immer Du auch sein magst. Vielleicht siehst Du ja Mama irgendwo und wenn, dann richte ihr bitte ganz liebe Grüße von mir aus.
Dirk Dorfmüller
* 04.11.1966
† 15.08.2015