Today: The attack of the Killer Kebab,
or why your mother was right after all.
Tis was a Sunday night, the full moon hanging low over the horizon it pale grim face meekly illuminating the scene that is to unfold here. Hurrying home after a day of rehearsals at the theatre our protagonists enters that fatefull Kebab shop around the corner. Little does he know what shall befall him soon after! Minutes later we see him emerge with a truly delicious Lamb Sheesh Kebab. Oh woe is to be hidden 'neath that spicey sauce! Already he is home, sitting down at the table opening the newspaper while hungrily gobbling down the chunks of meet! Hold on! Be careful ye star crossed creature! Do not forget what yer mother told you, chew! Alas! It is to late! There he is bowed over the bowel trying to dislodge the piece of lamb, mere months ago grazing as part of a young sheep on the plains, now stuck deep in his throat. Neither drink nor eat can he now! Finally though after many hours of struggle, to sleep he succumbs, in the morning to rise again and make his way to the hospital. Surely those wizards would be capable of quickly removing the disagreeable lump? Alas, more complicated then anticipated is the situation they find, deep (25cm) and big (4-5cm diameter) is the lump in his throat. For two days our hero lays stricken in the white linen, er on themorning of the second day the wizards shove a pipe of metal down his throat, the lump directly to fight. All goes well and we see, on the next morning, still with a sore throat our wizened and cleansed protagonist emerge from the hospital. Be sure that the jokes shall remind him of this episode for many months to come....
or why your mother was right after all.
Tis was a Sunday night, the full moon hanging low over the horizon it pale grim face meekly illuminating the scene that is to unfold here. Hurrying home after a day of rehearsals at the theatre our protagonists enters that fatefull Kebab shop around the corner. Little does he know what shall befall him soon after! Minutes later we see him emerge with a truly delicious Lamb Sheesh Kebab. Oh woe is to be hidden 'neath that spicey sauce! Already he is home, sitting down at the table opening the newspaper while hungrily gobbling down the chunks of meet! Hold on! Be careful ye star crossed creature! Do not forget what yer mother told you, chew! Alas! It is to late! There he is bowed over the bowel trying to dislodge the piece of lamb, mere months ago grazing as part of a young sheep on the plains, now stuck deep in his throat. Neither drink nor eat can he now! Finally though after many hours of struggle, to sleep he succumbs, in the morning to rise again and make his way to the hospital. Surely those wizards would be capable of quickly removing the disagreeable lump? Alas, more complicated then anticipated is the situation they find, deep (25cm) and big (4-5cm diameter) is the lump in his throat. For two days our hero lays stricken in the white linen, er on themorning of the second day the wizards shove a pipe of metal down his throat, the lump directly to fight. All goes well and we see, on the next morning, still with a sore throat our wizened and cleansed protagonist emerge from the hospital. Be sure that the jokes shall remind him of this episode for many months to come....
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Aber, du gewiefter alter Physiker! Deine Popcorn~Methode macht allerdings Sinn.... aber sie ist auch nicht so spektakulr wie das krasse endeavor, vor Allem weil Herr Limbo sich zum zhlen bereiterklrt hat.
Ob Pasta fett macht... nun ja, wenn mich nicht alles tuscht sind es komplett Kohlenhydrate, und wenn man a) sich nicht bewegt und b) ein beschissenen metabolism hat dann wirds ruckzuck in Zucker umgewandelt und wenn alles nich wegjebrannt wird dann in Fett.
Natrlich gibts auch Leute wie du und ich die einfach schlechte Futterverwerter sind und denen sowas einfach nscht anhaben kann.
Schne Geschichte auch. Einem Freund von mir ist mal etwas hnliches passiert. Da handelte es sich, glaube ich, um Schweinebraten.
Oh, und Schwabing ist nicht Mnchen. Schwabing ist echt ne andere Stadt. Und klar gibt's die ganzen feinen Schnsel hier mehr als man sie gebrauchen kann. Aber wenn man ihnen aus dem Weg geht, stren sie auch nicht weiter. Wir besuchen selten diesselben Etablissements.