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Here is the Fox News review of Moore’s new film. Check it out, for you’ll surely be either surprised or relieved.
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Here is the Fox News review of Moore’s new film. Check it out, for you’ll surely be either surprised or relieved.
Marrakech to Close — if permanent still uncertain.
The musicbar Marrakech, located on Rothenburger Strasse and across from Capito, will close its doors after tonight’s last hurrah.
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Nickelbag of the same-ole same-ole. Stereo split of two completely different songs that sound awfully similar.
This is almost as amusing as watching the Dark Side of the Moon while listening to the Wizard of Oz.
Oh Lighten Up, Lasagna Breath
The Garfield ™ generator linked below has been apparently shut down.
Dig:
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This Sunday in Lisbon — responding to to the England v. France game– the fuzz’s message to would-be English hooligans:
it’s safe to toke up. Drunks, however, may be denied entry to the stadium.
Also:
Rember, guys, how I asked you about the other meaning of the word “compromise”?
"I hate to say this, but I quite frankly felt that these officers had compromised their position. I remember thinking, ?I cannot believe we are standing underneath a tree and we cannot see if this guy has a weapon pointed at us.? "
So there. See? I don’t always just make stuff up. That was from a story about cops tasering a treed burglary suspect. His accomplice claimed that:
"He inherited the property from his grandfather, the "famous investor, Merrill Lynch."
He said he and [the tasered guy] were there to dig up gold and silver buried by his grandfather.
Detectives noted, however, that Merrill Lynch isn?t a person. Instead, it is an investment firm formed in 1915 by Charles Merrill and Edmund Lynch.
And to think I probably would have fallen for that line…
Some more photos online. Not really relevant to this Blog, so I put them here.
Torsten is the frenetic, witty, sometimes juvenile, ex-trumpeter who runs Sp?t Schicht, a Sp?tshop on Bischoffsweg, roughly across the street from Cafe Ole.
Therefore, it goes without saying that he mostly greets me with a few banal conversational English tidbits (though he doesn’t speak English) before bringing up whatever manure my country has been tramping around in most recently.
A fave theme of his is the (translated) works of a Mr. Moore.
Octogenarian builds ghost town.
"And that's pretty nice in this day of high tech games and short attention spans."
It’s good have a little scratch again. I went out and got some rechargeable batteries for my {{popup guenther.jpg guenther 384×288}}digital camera.