Was du schon immer schreiben wolltest, aber niemanden interessiert!

Irgendwie bin ich zu doof für solche Witze, worin liegt da jetzt der Witz?? :D

... ich fasse es nicht! Jetzt wollen die in unserem schönen Berliner Tierpark ein Hallenbad eröffnen, weil es in dem Stadtbezirk zu wenig oder garkein Hallenbad gibt :( .

Ich habe jüngst, auf meinem kleinen Trip nach Vienna, summa summarum, ca. 40€ Gebühren bezahlt um Geld abzuheben. Ich dachte beim österreichischen Ableger der deutschen Sparkassen, erste Bank, kostet das keine Gebühren. Jetzt bin ich wieder mal schlauer :(

Es wird immer schlimmer ...

Nun habe ich von einem Kunden einen Adventskalender geschenkt bekommen. Das alleine ist ja schon merkwürdig, aber nun kann man den hinten auch ausmalen. :{

Das Schlimmste ist aber: Wo sind die Buntstifte? :ask:

@amalia1

Der geschockte Blick ist traumhaft :D
Normal kommt ja immer die Frage: "und? Wie geht es dir? Was hast du?" :D

@skeptikerin

skeptikerin schrieb:Nun habe ich von einem Kunden einen Adventskalender geschenkt bekommen.

... wenigstens einen mit Füllungen? :D

@Thalassa
Einen Schokoladen-Adventskalender für Kinder ... mit Zwergen drauf :{

Das reinste Irrenhaus hier :D

@skeptikerin

Ui, dann kannst du ja jetzt 16 Türchen hintereinander aufmachen, die Schoki essen und hast noch acht Türchen vor dir - aber Vorsicht! Schokolade stopft ;) :D ...

@Thalassa
16 Türchen hintereinander ... DAS ist ein Argument!

Bei mir bewirkt Schoki eher das Gegenteil ^;)

@LittleDarky
Ist mal was anderes :D

Du bisch protal ey!

protal=brontal=brutal???
@nasirjones

@Corellian
Genau richtig

:note: @nasirjones

Resonators ftw.

:3

Ich hab 2 Mäuse im Flur. :vv:

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

A Visit from St. Nicholas

by Clement Clarke Moore
(1779-1863)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Ich find den Gedanken daran, dass in einer Woche xmas ist, so was von fuarschbar...brrrr....hat nicht jemand zufällig ein Zeitvorspulgerät oder vergleichbares?

Leider nein.