In the last weeks it has become painfully obvious that I Herr Flick. Clearly, some svitalo earlier, but now we have empirical evidence. My Helga me is nowhere near emery. Unlike those dvonožne from the cult series Allo Allo, who politely avert their jésherflik and enforced command, my four-wheel Sun trza the application type is correct, stop light turned on for engine electronics, behave like a real car. Pack small silver. to her knows that it was parked next to the days of Rene (should be in slight breadroll, otherwise it is anyway reincarnate in spare parts).
With deep sigh, I'm on your list of weekly activities, there's something in between dance lessons on Thursdays and pilates on Mondays and Wednesdays, included a visit to a mechanic on Tuesdays. Last time I called, he answered right in the middle gromoglasnega šundra workshops and apparently did not hear my name. This was not the problem, as was my next sentence: "Again light shows , "on what is cheerfully replied:" Oh, thou! "Yes, the" you "we are. And it is fitting, seeing it much more often than say its own parent.
Dear mechanic has obviously much to you as well with my wallet lately profuse bleeding. Thank God, at least partially compensate for loss The new program of sports betting, which I introduced. of the exhibition is always the answer to the question " on which part of the highway between Višnjo Gora and Ljubljana will Helga lit light for the engine electronics? "Currently I am leading the response Šmarje-Sap, which rarely sfali, collecting bets in the comments.
resignation to announce that I have waived any ambitions to take-over persone di Mr Flick's Gestapo. All that you had years ago sparkling comments on my black leather coat, you can wipe the nose. Unless there is a collective Sun realize the fact that I actually Von Smallhausen.
plonkič And for all that you are either leaving the memory, or you prešpricali TV this chapter of history:
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