ooch

Found this one in the taz. https://taz.de/Archiv-Suche/!5711045&s=uli%2Bhannemann&SuchRahmen=Print/   The small, weak sausage We got married last year after all. This was never intended to happen, but we didn't want to miss the fun of turning off each other's life support equipment one day. An important advance information for the immediately following connections: Like all couples who have enough love in their hearts to want to stay together in peace as long as possible, and who also make the appropriate logistical arrangements, we both still have our own apartment. But now the first joint tax return has arrived. To my address. Also her very personal papers. Because I am the man. Germany in 2020. I have to admit, they can still surprise me. Although I am not a denier of patriarchy and consider myself to be relatively woke - only for my age, of course - (I even know what that means), the realization of the dimension of civilizational standstill still hits me like a bomb sometimes. The gendered staircase joke of this emancipatory medieval spectacle: Compared to her, I am completely insignificant, at least as far as tax revenues are concerned, and that is how our state measures the social value of human beings, as is well known. I am just the fiscal appendix of my powerful wife; a tiny little sausage, incorporated, swallowed, annexed, colonized by a comparative tax and finance giant, which is manifested by the fact that I "write" for the taz as a "freelancer": she makes this witty hobby possible for me. Behind every strong woman is a weak man. I simply have to be beautiful. And stick her name on my mailbox. Uli Hannemann Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)  

Going to the butcher's with my grandma is one of my best memories of childhood. The smell and of course the slice of 'Bierschinken' he gave the children. Sometimes he even gave me a 'Wiener' - hurray. She has always used the word pound, never gram. I still do that today when I'm at the butcher's - always a little worried about getting a frown.  So far it has always worked out fine. Just like today. "Hallo, ein 1/4 Pfund Bierschinken und ein 1/2 Pfund Mett bitte" :-)  

 Huh, Danke. I think there's more where that came from.

why the hell is my last post fat? I'm quiet

@Magmax I'm sad to say, that was yesterday on public TV - don't remember the station. But yes, direct hit, 'Irma La Douce' :)  

now in TV (forget Netflix and co) having the choice Apocalypse Now Redux or Irma La Douce have a guess

@MikeMelga "BTW, most modern cars come without spare tire. My 2010 Merc comes without it. TBH, the only other time I had a flat tire, 20 years ago, I was unable to swap it as the bolts were calcified. Foam is simpler and saves weight+space. Also a bit worthless to carry a tire for 20 years, if you can call ADAC to solve it within 1h."   Dunno, feels eerie scary to me. Remember when a tire burst on the autobahn one day. Changed it. The space and energy thing - do I agree? - a waste?, but why the hack do they build cars of living room size with big balls when space & energy matter? Hypocritical and senseless - leaving the driver as a poor kermit (and f*cking mother earth by the way) ... You know the frog with the hand inside. (ADAC)   OFF TOPIC -- how does the   1 hour ago, XXXXX said: thing work? First day here. First posts. First social media. Boomer. Had to be a day like today. view: What made you cry today. No excuse but i dare      

@HH_SailorOnce owned a CX 2200. The tank fell off. Fixed it with a rope and drove high heels to the garage.

upps forgot a word

Don't get it. Cars are getting bigger and bigger. Even a Smart has 90+ PS. And then is no space and power for essentials?

ooch

Please help me - sold my car 25 years ago. They used to have a jack + spare tire on board those days.

 @ john g. Ah now I've got it. That's Twitter's code behind... 

@ john g. believe me - they are all here, offline - airborne  

The sparrows in our backyard. Don't know what all this twittering is about. But they do have a lot to talk.