Hello Kinder! Was ist passiert? As you may have heard, we've returned from Naziland. We lost a great many brain cells, but we gained plenty of blogging material, so that's a fair trade.
This is an artist's rendition of the brown man we met in the hotel bar in the middle of the night. We spoke with him and his posse for quite a while, but I don't remember very much about what we talked about. He was American, played football for a living, and had some weird rings he was proud of. I think he might have used them to beat people up, but he seemed like a nice guy. I was drunk, and shortly afterwards I fell down. I awoke the morning after with a renewed sense of purpose.
Such was my encounter with... the brown man.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Selected Memories from Duesseldorf: The Brown Man
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Did you see the brown man in the bathroom? Was he in the toilet? Do you think you were perhaps just tripping on acid and talked to a poo?
That might have been a famous footballer from the states. Was he grateful to talk to someone who liked him for who he was on the inside and not all the bling-bling he was wearing?
1. I wore my best Sunday dress.
2. I don't dance.
3. The brown man was indeed famous but, as far as I can ascertain, not made out of poo.
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