you know, dear reader, this phenomenon?
It is located in an everyday situation and is suddenly attacked by childhood memories ... and there's not a clearly identifiable trigger, still have those memories any context, but like a gigantic, jagged piece of glass out of nowhere come forth and ram yourself into the brain stem.
A good example from today:
one is 37 years old and was currently in Berlin in the shower, than one can think of the following song:
"If a tannige'd Pants' and hagebüchene Socks
he can dance like he wants it 'd give him no Ri-ri-ra-ra
Ritti Ritti Ritti Ritti Ritti Ritti hulls ... "
Right after one realizes that one schwerstdebile this song once in 5th or 6th class had to learn in music lessons and it probably kept in a chest in the back of the head believed that one has not opened in years.
So what should this Rubbish, brain?
why should I be worried? What I find them next time everything?
"A German, a Frenchman 'and Ami are in a hotel Does the owner. But we only have one, but since it's haunted ... Says the Ami."
No. That's enough.
Last night I wanted to "Millionaire?" look and realized to my horror that I had landed at the RTL Fundraising Marathon. That was really disgusting
than was then switched to an intermediate level to the studio ... except that Sylvie van der Vaart was allowed to show in a clips, how to take care of disabled children, which could not dispel the vague suspicion that her as one of the Trivialgalionsfiguren the transmitter has been assigned by the program director and thus, in effect Wump was, whether it's disabled children, people who possess from birth tentacles instead of arms or people who look after a Mähdrescherunfall like an iguana concerns.
to this was one of at Schmierlappigkeit and festgetackertem tetanus grin not have opportunities which suit pig of a telecommunications company that was allowed to hand over the hard enthusiastic moderation replicants in front of the studio set, which was plastered with stickers of the telecommunications company, a check on behalf of the telecommunications company, after which the notice was that many employees the telecommunications company voluntary (safe) to the studio phones service did to receive the donations clad in red sweatshirts imprinted with "RTL Donation Marathon help-us" in this great show, which was of course also presents, from a telecommunications company. Who would have thought.
How to be a secondary sponsor there could squeeze inside a car company, remained enigmatic. Probably it is for the telecommunications company to company cars.
the most difficult to bear Wijnvoord Harry sat on the laptop itself does and auctioned an extra in an RTL series. Who would pay so have always wanted € 4500 to at GZSZ something like "Over there it is!" or to say "Hi Doc" and acquire the feeling that the world could so a little bit to have done better, feel like a king.
short, a conglomerate of vanity, malice and self-expression, an abyss of hypocrisy and "well", filled with whole tank loads of slime and snot and slobber and smoked meat, and I would not want anyone around the world, to the aid of such prime examples brilliant, yes to be dependent radiant Arschigkeit hypocritical.
The term "good person" was seldom so overused, often obtained for polemics in this direction applause from the wrong side.
people with nothing in mind but money to eat, superficial cynics and talent-free exhibits such as Niels Ruf, who built a career out of making politically incorrect jokes, but still amazingly funny free rare level 13-year-old moderately gifted secondary school students once failed, happy to share out in this direction, without having understood the intent of the original criticism of it ever, and are therefore as antipodes (or antagonists, depending on perspective) no less repugnant same ... as the cynicism and arrogance of the showcase examples of an elbow capitalism is now.
in the end it just a question of why one can not help without the face to and keep it look like it as well to have.
I always wanted to "Millionaire?" participate, and I would prominently, I would have no problem with me slouch in the special issue next Bulent Ceylan, Jens Lehmann and other mutants in a chair.
But certainly not because of the telethon.
But just to show off before the rest of the country with my general knowledge.
