Why another blog?
How comes? As a guy, mainly on the road from dusk till dawn, why on earth do I start a blog? Nice question. There are days like these, that make life liveful. And days like the following, that make life life-like...
Just imagin yourself lying in bed with your girlfriend. On your great big bed, big like 7 times 14 feet big! I mean hudge, it feels great. The tele hasn't been switched off since six o'click the last day, nevertheless nobody really knows why. Annway, those who watched it were only moaning about the bloody stupid programme. Those awake have better things to do. There are more important questions to answer. Where the fuck has this small, wooden dish gone? And by the way, where has all the stuff gone that once was in there? Where are all the goodies? A knock on the day. I thought I heard something a few minutes ago. I supposed I was dreaming. Well, however, I'm afraid I'll have to do the grinding once more. Knock knock again! Good lord! It must be a living persona. Paranoia! Maybe we should have not used all of the N2O. Maybe it has not been such a good idea... But we are not awaiting anybody. It's nighttime, time to sleep, I'm alone with my beautiful girlfriend. Hunger! I find myself standing in the kitchen. Quite handy my kitchen is in my bed- and livingroom. Nothing feels better than fucking feeling fucked up and then enjoying a fag and a lovely cooked meal. My girlfriend is still lying in bed, entirelly naked. A short knocking on the door once more! In fact, it seems there must be somebody out there trying to get in. Well it can only be Phil at this time of the night, I assume. But he isn't coming to Germany within the next two weeks, and is going to be off to England straight away. Knock knock again. I get up, put on my shorts, this must do. Whoever is standing out there, I will have to go to work tomorrow. Tomorrow, that is in a few hours to be more accurate. I open the door, a cold wind pushes me back inside. Definitely, it is Phil. A short welcome, tee is ready made, without a single word everyone knows what is going to happen. I skin up the first one, my girl-friend the second, and Phil the third one. The third - an insider gag, sorry. Half an hour later somebody mentions the question why Phil is in Germany. He muddled up with his timetable or so. Anyhow. Who cares? What this is all about? Oh, you wanted to know why I startet a blog? I'm awefully sorry, but I'm afraid if you haven't understood by now you never will... Paddy
Just imagin yourself lying in bed with your girlfriend. On your great big bed, big like 7 times 14 feet big! I mean hudge, it feels great. The tele hasn't been switched off since six o'click the last day, nevertheless nobody really knows why. Annway, those who watched it were only moaning about the bloody stupid programme. Those awake have better things to do. There are more important questions to answer. Where the fuck has this small, wooden dish gone? And by the way, where has all the stuff gone that once was in there? Where are all the goodies? A knock on the day. I thought I heard something a few minutes ago. I supposed I was dreaming. Well, however, I'm afraid I'll have to do the grinding once more. Knock knock again! Good lord! It must be a living persona. Paranoia! Maybe we should have not used all of the N2O. Maybe it has not been such a good idea... But we are not awaiting anybody. It's nighttime, time to sleep, I'm alone with my beautiful girlfriend. Hunger! I find myself standing in the kitchen. Quite handy my kitchen is in my bed- and livingroom. Nothing feels better than fucking feeling fucked up and then enjoying a fag and a lovely cooked meal. My girlfriend is still lying in bed, entirelly naked. A short knocking on the door once more! In fact, it seems there must be somebody out there trying to get in. Well it can only be Phil at this time of the night, I assume. But he isn't coming to Germany within the next two weeks, and is going to be off to England straight away. Knock knock again. I get up, put on my shorts, this must do. Whoever is standing out there, I will have to go to work tomorrow. Tomorrow, that is in a few hours to be more accurate. I open the door, a cold wind pushes me back inside. Definitely, it is Phil. A short welcome, tee is ready made, without a single word everyone knows what is going to happen. I skin up the first one, my girl-friend the second, and Phil the third one. The third - an insider gag, sorry. Half an hour later somebody mentions the question why Phil is in Germany. He muddled up with his timetable or so. Anyhow. Who cares? What this is all about? Oh, you wanted to know why I startet a blog? I'm awefully sorry, but I'm afraid if you haven't understood by now you never will... Paddy
posted by Paddy at
10:25 PM
1 Comments:
Heya, well now that I am even mentioned in the introduction to 2 of your blogs, i think it is about time I get some teammate status!!
After all I won't come back to germany within the next 2 weeks (that's for sure, i didn't fuck up my scheddule again; I know for sure, France needs some visiting! Much more urgent then gerryland. So next week I visit paris then I will quickly do my Uni-work (4 days for 10000 words should be enough, shouldn't it) and then maybe the third man will visit you again; Late at night, when everyone else is asleep. That is the time when Phil the globalised monster haunts his innocent victims ...
Anyway time to skin up ...
Fucking next week ...
Oh yes and then Christmas, Gerryland and Paddy and Anke - fundamentally sounds like a good plan;-)
Knock knock knock
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