I will never pray for braun beans!!!!

[Bartje]

Remember that.

For now it is a dark day in holland which will be remebered as another brutal act of terror.
Therefore, no news from the eastern front.

(three bottles of wine, wine in three bottles make your nose look like bassies... an acrobat without a clown is like the tail without lassie!)

 

[Bastet]

i have a braun coffee machine. does that make sense?

 

[Bartje]

well i dunno, ask Werner von braun

 

[Bartje]

Red ones in tomato saus will do better for a spicy prayer.
But then again they remind me of little pale kids in a pool of dark red blood.

I dont know the english word for capucijners, but they smell, they taste like riversoil, and they look like heads of evil little men.

Well this world we live in now made me a spoiled little brat maybe.
I remember the food i was given when i was fighting in Stalingrad, thinking of that i only would be happy with a little german brotchen with some dead spiders on it.
Crunchy, but tastefull when you lay down in the wet infernal grounds of what used to be The theater of a dark European war.

But no matter what i just dont like to pray for braun beans.
To hell with them!!!

Sorry dad, dont hit me with the klabatse!