scarletswalk85 @ 2005-01-30T11: 38:00
I think of cuckoo clocks anything beautiful.
I have my father yesterday and almost constantly muttered in his ear, but his self-made recordings from the cuckoo clock museum heard until after an hour. As you watch the hand of my father, as the hands of a for-kitschy Clock time and time again to "12" position and then jump out as this little bird with obscure ausbebeultem head, then krakeelt different cuckoo sounds. One hour. After that I had mental breakdowns, crying spells and diarrhea. But it is done. I have also taggeträumt
degree that I have in this Cuckoo Clock Museum (the word alone already!) Enter. With an ax and a can tee off gasoline in the hand and then run through there and each cuckoo head. The subsequent flaring, the whole horror is so obvious, I brought along by the canister. (Because of this rate would certainly prefer Max Goldt the canister about me than about artificial sparrow, males and firefighters pour Ă„mselchen)
