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Geschrieben am 11.06.2007 um 13:18 Uhr
Greet God,
I write you, because you must help me. I have seen you Space Shuttle in the television. In color. And so came me to the idea to make holidays in the world-room. Alone. Without my crazy wife.
I am the Kraxelhuber. The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather. I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a shrill voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a Schlapp-Tail. She wants that I become Buergermaster. But I want not be Buergermaster. I have nothing at the hat with the political shit. I want my Ruah!
And so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half. But I take my dog with me. He is a boxer. His name is Sausagel. So I want to book a flight in your next Space Shuttle. But please give me not a window-place. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standing-place please...
And please do not tell my wife that I want go alone. She has a big Schrot-Gun. She would make a sieve from my ass. I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating. And windows with look to the earth. So I can look through my farglass and see my wife working on the potatoe field.
And I and my dog laugh us a branch (haehae), We will kringel ourself before laughing (hoehoehoehoe)!
Is what loose on the moon? I need warm wheater and I hope the sun shines every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.
Geschrieben am 11.06.2007 um 13:18 Uhr 
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