Uncertain's picture

Sehr betrunken oh mein gott


Perhaps We Should Leave's picture

Ahh, yes.

Have fun with that.

* * *
The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He holds in his arms the shuddering child;
He reaches his farmstead with toil and dread,—
The child in his arms lies motionless, dead.

jeff's picture


Is there a lot of bejunken in your betrunken?

"You can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks" - Dawes, When My Time Comes (http://youtu.be/Z0FrcTX6hWI)

socialist's picture