„Die Omas brennen! Look across the street.“
Ich gehe gucken, sehe aber keine Oma brennen. Verfluchte SMS-Übertragungstechnik.
„Die Omas brennen! Look across the street.“
Ich gehe gucken, sehe aber keine Oma brennen. Verfluchte SMS-Übertragungstechnik.
Thanks for mentioning me in your blog!
Yes, in fact, the old folks home across the street had big billowing clouds of grey smoke coming out of the windows when I looked across the street at 10:30 am. The street was closed off, there were about 7 fire trucks standing outside our front door, and it was all very exciting for a Sunday morning. And, in fact, the fire was not in the room where the Omis smoke cigarettes and play cards. It was next door.
Why your SMS didn’t übertrag this, I don’t know.
burn granny burn
run, granny, run!
REPLY:
and i was sitting in my little writers kemenate in the west wing of glam mansion and not paying any attention.
REPLY:
bunnies zu burnies