dedalus Posted March 30, 2012 Share Posted March 30, 2012 Three fingers couched in brine and courtly love drove the Austrian ambassador in anger to the telegraph. Vienna, as usual, was asleep, thanks to all the good restaurants. Nobody listens. They have never listened for the last four hundred years. Whose fingers? An Orthodox priest, so very sad for the silly man. Shall we start a war with Serbia? Not yet. Let’s wait. Franz Ferdinand! Assassinated, Sir, I beg to report. Oh, dear, this is not a good event. Perhaps we should do something? Call the Germans. Hello, Germans. The line is so poor. Hallo, hallo. Seid Ihr Da? Would you like support us in a little war? Kein Problem. Jetzt geht’s los. Two or three weeks, no more, finished by Christmas. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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