Well, where I come from...

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Where I come from apartments have fucking closets that preclude the necessity to drop a grand at ikea for a stupid kleiderschrank thats going to fall apart when you move it...

 

ahh...but Germans move once...maybe twice in their life... B)

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Wheras i've had 4 flats in as many years... I don't even buy schranks anymore, things just go on the clean pile or dirty pile.

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Where I come from, it's socially more acceptable to smoke pot than to smoke cigarettes. :rolleyes:

 

What with the German penchant for herbal remedies, I'm surprised legalized pot dispensaries haven't gained more traction here.

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Maybe it would be more acceptable if the pot was shaken and diluted in water to the point where you are lucky if one pot molecule is in the magic water vial the homeopath sells you..

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Where I come from apartments have fucking closets

Sounds interesting. Not too comfortable, though. Boris Becker is the only German I know who made use of a fucking closet.

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Our walk in closets are quit spacious, one could easily get a 4 or 5 person gangbang going in there without feeling too claustraphobic.

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You smoke schwag, you dont wear it.

 

look it up dude. And where I come from we don't smoke schwag, because where I come from everyone is less than 7 steps away from Woody Harrelson's stash. Or has a friend in town from Humboldt. Or a 215 card.

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It was a joke.

 

But I would imagine to tolerate living in cali one would need the most potent stuff available, or heroin...

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Where I come from the Tankstellen have water buckets and sponges at the pumps, to let you clean your headlights and windscreens, and checking and inflating your car tires is FREE. On a trip to the UK over Easter I was surprised that there is no provision for cleaning your headlights/screen at service stations and the air-pumps are not free!

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But I would imagine to tolerate living in cali one would need the most potent stuff available, or heroin...

 

Funny, that's how I feel about Texas. :P

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It was a joke.

I know

 

 

But I would imagine to tolerate living in cali one would need the most potent stuff available, or heroin...

Only in LA did I need to self-medicate. Traffic.

 

The thought of heroin scares the hell out of me. I occasionally see needles on the ground when jogging in Berlin. Watch your step... But where I come from there's a serious meth problem which is nearly as scary. I wonder how the CA unemployment figures would change if the meth heads were removed from the tally.

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Meth is far scarier than heroin, smackheads generally lay somewhat comatose on the couch and vomit on themselves... methheads are a bit more.. active. And nothings sexier than meth mouth. Man, back in my youth I did pretty much every chemical known to civilized man and thats the only thing i avoided.

 

Even more frighteninng is the amount of doctors who are putting our kids on add meds (aka flinstones chewable meth)...

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where I come from...

 

- I can fill up my 50L tank for a quarter of what a liter costs here.

- I can spontaneously decide to have a grill on a sunday and go buy everything I need for it right then.

- People have parties and the police never shows up. Nobody complains, one day, they'll have a party and I won't complain.

- Most people mind their own business.

- We never take anything seriously.

 

But...

 

- We never take anything seriously.

- Anybody, anywhere can shoot you for any reason. 100 people are shot dead each weekend

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Where I come from if you are invited to eat at someone's home you do not tell them you do not like what is being offered. If necessary you PRETEND to like it. And you do not ask for things beyond salt, pepper, bread and water if they are not already on the table.

 

The motto where I come from is "don't go to any trouble for me".

 

Recently my Germanic BIL informed me when I issued an invitation that he did not like what I was going to cook. So I changed my menu for him. Which he then trashed when he arrived. At the same he told me who was missing from my guest list and told me who I must also invite. He also requested special salt (fleur de sel) with his fois gras and a specific brand of mustard with his main. Which I did not have. He complained that the mustard I served was like mayonnaise and not sharp enough.

 

When his wife removed a tick from his arm she asked not just for antiseptic - no it had to be a transcutaneous disinfectant... not iodine, not hydrogen peroxide and not 70% alcohol. Oh boy they really like to give you the runaround.

 

featherlight,

 

My mum recently made her most sarcastic comment in more than a decade:

 

People who expect five-star treatment are rarely five-star people.

 

Sounds like some people in my family. I can't say they sound like my friends as I would never associate voluntarily with people like that.

 

Pity the prats. So full of their own sense of self-importance, they just don't realise how much they come across as prats and not someone deserving of respect.

 

Next time, try a bit of good ole German directness: "I'm sorry you don't like my food, cooking or hospitality. I shan't invite you again."

 

Honestly, I feel angry on your behalf.

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where I come from - no-one ever goes out for breakfast or brunch. Where?

 

Where I come from, there aren't any bakeries you can pop out to at 7 in the morning for fresh bread rolls.

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I can spontaneously decide to have a grill on a sunday and go buy everything I need for it right then.

...People have parties and the police never shows up. Nobody complains, one day, they'll have a party and I won't complain.

 

...Anybody, anywhere can shoot you for any reason. 100 people are shot dead each weekend

 

I wonder what the correlation is, between countries where you can spontaneously do whatever you want -without regard for fellow citizens and without recourse to the police- and their national murder rates. ;)

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where I come from - no-one ever goes out for breakfast or brunch. Where?

 

People go out for breakfast in Germany?

 

Where I come from breakfast consists of something other than coldcuts and or cheese and or nasty chocolate spread on bread

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Oh, yes. I like Otto Bittner, Heinemann and Zicke in D'dorf.

 

Was at the Schlosscafe in Schloss Benrath in the southern district of D'dorf (called Benrath) yesterday morning (Sunday) and there were people breakfasting there, too.

 

When my sister and new BiL came for Easter, they requested breakfast at Heinemann's. I'd taken them there before and they liked it so much it was on their list of 'must dos'.

 

Edit: well let's see.. we had prosecco, juice, different kinds of bread, rolls, croissants,jams, fruit, scrambled eggs, salmon, sliced roast beef. We passed on the muesli and cereals.

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Must be nice, people that want to eat an actual breakfast are rare here, there certainly are a couple places to go but its hardly common for people to eat a proper breakfast (then again they don't eat the nasty black scab like the English). I miss a nice steak and eggs at Katzs in Austin.

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How about brunch then?

 

I'd sometimes invite people for brunch on my birthday. Until I read Anthony Bourdain's book Kitchen Confidential. He said: "Never eat brunch. Brunch is all the leftovers chopped up and covered with mayonnaise." And the appeal was lost.

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