Bayern war schon immer ein Clown Zirkus.

GTA IV actually, not even counting the two huge DLCs, just the base game alone.

Everything higher than the second floor of a building is a big nope to me. My family made me go on holidays via airplane back when I was a wee child and I kept screaming for the entire duration of both flights. They never tried that shite ever again. I mean, what did they expect, really, knowing damn well about my severe anxiety issues? Even today I’d never set foot on any kind of aircraft, even with knockout medication and a million Dollars in return. Just no. I do not belong in the sky. I need solid ground or water under my feet. Interestingly enough it’s cool for me to go hiking in the mountains. The mountains are solid and therefore they are my friends. If I fall down, that’s on me then.

Ganz, ganz schlechte Idee, liebe Leute.

Pro: I never get seasick, no matter how rough it gets. Con: Terrified of heights and flying.

I just looked up the price for a 4 pack online, one place listing them at $9.48. Now, did they at least have a very customer friendly refund policy at the store and paid you $9480000.00 back?

The most important question now is: How many packs did you buy?

Warum so kompliziert? Die können doch einfach alle nach Russland ziehen. Damit wäre uns allen geholfen.

Does BMX count? If not, I’m going for a Sabre, preferrably in green colour.

Was zum Fick??? Merke: Ab sofort nur noch mit Pfefferspray, Gaspistole und Kubotan auf der Insel herum spazieren. Zumindest würde ich das jeder anderen Frau empfehlen.

Well, a little, but it also makes me realise I should only surround myself with decent people and cut contact with anyone awful.

No. It’s alright to tell people it didn’t click for you in a polite manner. Ghosting is for cowards and rude people.

I’d say VOY, ENT, TNG, DS9 & SNW, but keep in mind I’m a bit anti mainstream in terms of Trek recommendations.

A dear friend of mine, singer and ballet dancer for a band I always loved, one day collapsed on stage. Turns out he had a massive brain tumor. He retired from music and is now gardening a lot. None of us - even his family - expected him to survive.

He’s living a very peaceful life these days and I love that for him. Needless to say his garden is to die for.

Deal! Die Hand drauf.

Ich habe nun sehr lange nachgedacht und bin zu folgendem Entschluss gekommen:

Friedrich Merz darf das meinetwegen gerne so tun unter der Voraussetzung, dass er für den Rest seines Lebens nur noch mit einer Papiertüte über dem Kopf herum läuft. Wie der hässliche Bob in South Park.

Hat dieser Mensch jemals in einen Spiegel geblickt??

Kaputte Gelenke vom Sport + vertrage kein Bubatz. :/

Ich vergaß! Leider ist meine Familie so arm wie Mecklenburg-Vorpommern.