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[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Aber doch!

Could that person, who has pasted all Mödrath, with stupid-silly photos and documents, from some Dummkopfs E-Mail-exchange, at once remove it!

Or I will talk to my lawyer. We will take measure steps and report to the Police. This behaviour is very provoking and punishable. Hören gut!

[Derrick Rose]

Yes, that is more or less or more how it happened! I wish it did not get out this quickly, but it must be done for my lovely Goal and little Arnold Derrick!

[Barack Obama]

Urgent memo from the White House to Derrick Rose!

Derrick, we have recently heard that you plan on quitting NBA to move to Germany! Because our secret-service hears EVERYTHING...everything!

Derrick, even one such as you should know that this is a bad bad decision! We love you here in America, you have lots of fans, Derrick. And, you make us lots of money here in America, Derrick! So much that I can afford to take some, HUH, vacations to watch you put a ball into a basket! And as president of the United States, I cannot allow you to make such a move to Germany, Derrick! You must stay here for eternity.

Now tape your fucking toes and get back in the game!

[Goal Stockhausen]

:luv1: :luv1: Oh Derrick, you finished with 22 points and eight ASSists, your first action since missing four games, when you were here in Mödrath, with me and your son. And your sprained big left toe.

Don't bother with that President-Hircine. He only wants your taxe-money! Stay with me and little Arnold-Derrick...

:luv1:

[Tiger Woods]

I think basketball SUCKS

[Goal Stockhausen]

So that is what you think, do you? But I am sure,

you are only envious, since you need sticks to

get your balls in swing. Huh and

haha!

[Stratowarius]

Chatt between Commander Marwin Strutt and General-Commander Pekka Fucking Nurmi.


PFN: Hi and HUH, as they repeatedly say in that silly Forum, that ALWAYS quote me. Huuu for Nasa. Again! That Kepler-mission is hunting stars and planets and they are coming closer, even if we happened to escape them last year.

STR: Yes, I know and we have taken clever steps. We are sending out magnet-disturbing polyplankton and false mirror-light, so they will discover the same stars and planets, time after time. That Kepler33 they just found, is the same Kepler13 Blink and Kepler6 Plink they registered last year. Hahaha! It is so fun to see how they boast and gloat over that star-ruin.

PFN: Oh, I had no idea. It is really hilarious. So all the "new" stars are the same they already found. Kepler33 is the old Kraxnovanna we once used as kryptonite-mine?

Str: Yes, yes. Haha. Then they soon will discover, that all those newfound stars are made of kryptonite and draw the conclusion that Universe is made of kryptonite. Nasa is as you say really hilarious. Hahaha!

PFN: Gosh. I am sure they will find a bunch of Supermen there too. Once again we are the smartest in the whole Universe and soon, soon we have taken over this shitplanet too.

STR: Jaja. But, but I have my doubts! Is it really worth all our troubles.

PFN: That, my dear Marwin, is another question...

[Goal Stockhausen]

New interview with D. Rose.

Huh! Bulls will be on National TV today, against Heat. How do you feel about that?

We have to take their space away and contest every shot.

Huh! You played like something was aflame scoring a season-high 34 points in the Bulls 107-100 victory over the Bucks. Huh! What sprained toe?

Jaja! I was in attack mood! Thats all!

Huh! And what about today?

I am not worried and we are ready!

Huh, But, but you seem worried anyway.

Ja, but it is about my girlfriends brother, Arnold. He is in a scottich jail, after he tried to steal the English Queens trousers on a washingline at one of her scottich castles.

Huh!

Ja,and then he tried to cut out and eat a fellow-prisoners liver. But it was some brute, Dynamite-Harry, and he defended himself. Arnold didn't win that fight and is now in hospital. My girlfriend is worried and so am I, sort of.

Huh!

Yes I would like to take some days off and go to Germany, but they say it is impossible.

Huh, huh.

But if I sprain my toe again. What can they do...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Ja, but it is about my girlfriends brother, Arnold. He is in a scottich jail, after he tried to steal the English Queens trousers on a washingline at one of her scottich castles.

I have tried in vain to talk sense into that broadside muck, but he still insisted that the "finders, keepers" defense is admissible in court. Puh!

He was swiftly sentenced to a month's doghouse-arrest, and the ingestion of 1000 onion-muffins through the oral cavity.

I am baking feverishly... :nervous:

HUH!

[Goal Stockhausen]

Jaja, bake on, butt, butt, there can be consequences...

I don't understand my fat brother. Couldn't he leave that nice old queen in peace with her trousers? And why had he to cut that dynamitperson? It must be the Neanderthalman in him that spoke there. In cavedays they probably had to steal clothes to get any.

But you shouldn't bake onionmuffins to him! I remembered from my time in his stomach, what happened when he ate onions. He can blow up the whole jail to pieces. Butt that is maybe the idea? So he can escape!

Butt, you have to take care of him, when he is on the run, we have had enough of that Fatty here in Mödrath...

[Arnold Layne]

Broadside muck, reporting in. I have blasted my way out of the state penitentiary with nothing but the will of my heart and the force of my fart. It is deserving of a poem, I think. Butt, no time...

Arnold Layne

[eternity_strato]

IN CRAPADISUM!

[Goal Stockhausen]

Broadside muck, reporting in. I have blasted my way out of the state penitentiary with nothing but the will of my heart and the force of my fart. It is deserving of a poem, I think. Butt, no time...

Arnold Layne

Take your time brother! It will come in the end...Remember how long I had to wait. To come out I mean. You are welcome to visit us, butt don't stay to long. Arnold-Derrick is a bit like you. When he eats!

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Aber doch Arnold! You have to do something to help your sister Goal and little Arnold-Derrick. She is very unhappy, and weeps all day long. The baby weeps too, so this is a house of tears.

Why all that weeping you ask, and I will answer you, that it is that damn ball-throwing-mulatto Derrick, that is the reason. He doesn't answer our calls or mails and will not take on his moral obligations as a father. He has put his mulatto-head in the ostrich-sand, like some 13-year old Sumerian and is trying to disappear in thin air.

We can see on the net, that he struts around and throws balls in those strange wall-baskets. He jumps high, if he has thrown more than the other ball-throwing mulattos and if he loses it always depends on the others greed and nonability to run, sing or whatever. They are so nasty to poor him and I wonder if he isn't an Egyptian after all.

Butt does he care for Goal and the baby? NO! He doesn't! So I will beg you to go to Chicago and show him the savageness of a Neanderthal-Leeds-Gay.

And I am sure he has a very tasty and muscular liver...

[Barack Obama]

DERRICK ROSE is not allowed to leave the United States. He is making us too much money to go to Germany, you see!

[Arnold Layne]

Blimey, Stockhausen. You interrupted me during my dinner. Haven't I told you not to message me between 1 and 9pm?

I, Arnold, have considered your request. I admit I am mainly motivated by my brazen contempt for mullatos, butt parental responsibility is no laughing matter. I have dispatched a gentleman I know, who goes by the name STINKY_PREGNANT_MAN. He is a VERY responsible father and will straighten out that misguided mullato miserere, and you can expect to hear from him soon. Capiche!

Arnold Layne

[Goal Stockhausen]

Uhuuuuhuuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

Don't hurt my lovely Derrick. Please, please. Not that horrible Stinky, nononono. Arnold please don't take my darlings liver. Derricks I mean. Leave him alone. Little Arnold-Derrick needs his mulattofather if he will grow up to be the worlds best thrower. I am sure it is that horrible Bahama that is behind Derricks absence. He is a slavedriver from Alabama that Bahama and in his minds he hasn't come over the war between north and south. He hates mulattos! Jaja he is one himself and that is why. Selfhate, jaja! Buuuuuuuuubuuuuuu buuuuuu, please I am so weeping now. And Arnold Derrick is weeping. And doesn't also Hansipansi weep? Yes he does ! Now even Aberaber!

Huh we are the weeping Germans ...buuuuuuuuuuuuuööööööåååååäääää

[Arnold Layne]

I'm sorry, Goal. But the simple fact does not change- that mullato is out of control. How can he expect to be one of the greatest throwers in north america if he has so many skeletons in the closet?



Although you spread your legs to this mullato miscreant, and even introduced your own little mullato into the world, I have obligations as a brother and uncle.

It is clear that Derrick must be taught a lesson. I have dispatched Stinky to seduce Derrick Rose into impregnating him. Stinky is very knowledgeable about his rights as a father, and will promptly sue for child support. After losing this case handily, Derrick will realize his obligations toward little Arnold-Derrick. That is the plan!

We will also sue for his liver, on the grounds of "layne and suffering". It is in the legal books, jaja. Look it up...

Arnold Layne

[Goal Stockhausen]

Aber Arnoldbrother! Why are you talking like this? Derrick is a wonderful thrower and look how he controls his balls. And it is not I, that presumptuously state, that his son will be the worlds basketballs-Messias. It was a CHRISTMASANGEL that said that in the holy night.

You have a whole bunch of prejudices when you talk about Derricks skeletons, maybe because you have so many yourself. Remember that I was in your stomach, during your most energetic and active years, and that I heard the most appalling things in there. Your connection with the horroble Stinky is only one of the traumas I have to come over. Guess if Aberaber and I had a bumpy ride.

Derrick is my first and only love and I beg you again to spare him from Stinkys seductings. It is Alabama-Bahama that is the source of all our problems and the villian in this story. He and all his taxes. And you should let Stinky have a go at him.

I'm sure he has juicy inner organs, if livers is what you still dream about...

[Arnold Layne]

Ooh, I'm terribly sorry. Its too late. The mulatto was all over Stinky last night and it is now out of my hands.

Fax from Stinky!


TO: ARNOLD LAYNE
LEEDS, ENGLAND

DEAREST ARNOLD,
I AM WRITING TO INFORM YOU THAT I HAVE DONE THE DEED THE MULATTO THROWER WAS EASILY SEDUCED AND I HAVE ALSO MISSED MY PERIOD AS YOU CAN SEE FROM THIS RUN-ON SENTENCE THEREFORE I MUST BE PREGNANT NOW I MUST WAIT FOR THE BABY I HAVE A GESTATION PERIOD OF ABOUT 2 DAYS SO IT WONT BE LONG THEN WE WILL MOVE ON TO THE LEGAL PROCEEDINGS BY THE WAY I HAVE HIS LIVER TOO LIKE YOU ASKED

YOURS TRULY
STINKY_PREGNANT_MAN
PHALLUS, TEXAS, USA


Arnold Layne

[Goal Stockhausen]

I WILL KILL HIM. THAT DAMNDAMN STINKY. HE WILL BE DEAD IN TWO DAYS! I HAVE CONNECTIONS.


AND BUH FOR YOU...SHITBROTHER!!

[Goal Stockhausen]

Haha! Two days later!

Quote from Dallas Observer.


ROUGH GANG VISITS PHALLUS-RANCH IN PHALLUS.


Ranchowner Mr Jeremia Stanley, also called Onkel, on Phallus ranch had a gang of unpleasant guests yesterday, and Mr Stanley told our reporter.

"They came in two big, black cars and they were very ugly, brutal and ruthless. They had masks and were armed with kalashnikovs. They asked for our Stinky and one of the cow-boys, Joe Burley from Seattle, told them, that Stinky had left his husband, Big Sammy, for a fat-Arnold, from England.

Stinkys deserted husband was however at home, and in lack of Stinky, they started to beat Sammy with various objects. He screamed his lungs out and they got fucking earagony so they stopped the beating. He then told them that he also wanted Stinky dead and gave them an address in Leeds in England. He asked if they maybe could execute the damn Fat-Arnold at the same time as they deprived Stinky his life.

I had called the police and when they at last came, there was a little shooting, before the villains drove away. One-an ugly bastard-was however shot dead and we buried him in Texas-fashion, under a sycamore-tree.

I don't think they come back, and they are probably heading for Leeds now. Our Stinky seems to be in some trouble and we have told him to run away.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

HUH! SMS from Arnold!


HELP, HELP HEEEPLEPEPEL! STINKY AND I ARE UNDER SIEGE HERE IN LEEDS. SEND CANNONS OR SOMETHING LIKE IT. HEEEEELLLLPPPP


And what is going on here now? You can't stay out, even for a couple of hours, and you are out of connection.

Why on Earth, Arnold, did you involve Stinky in this soup? You know how Neanderthal your sister can be! Arnold!!

[Arnold Layne]

Update from Arnold Layne.

HuhHUH! We are being besieged here in our quaint little flat in Leeds. And you wouldn't believe who is the perpetrator... a VERY ugly man with a large pipe and eyes as thin as slits. They are screaming about Stinky and muttering something about a "one-child quota". They claim that they will extract his uterus and feed it to the vofvofs if its the last thing they do. HUH!

I urgently request ASS-istance from armed forces (is Miditek available?). Ten foot soldiers, three cannons, two tanks and few airplanes and approximately 8 steak gyros with tzatziki sauce. It is part of the plan, jaja...

As a backup plan, Stinky and I are building an underground escape tunnel, and have made arrangements to move to Donnington...huuuh....

Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Fortifications on the way! First and most gyros and
tsatziki sauce.

Miditek mobilised.

Hide Stinky or let them have him and you can maybe go free.

Donnington no alternative. Enemy waiting at the dighole.

Good luck! You are really in trouble this time.

[J.S. Bach]

I can write the music to immortalize this emergency-situation.

[Ludwig Van Beethoven]

I can write the music to immortalize this emergency-situation.

They have enough problems already.

Ludwig

[J.S. Bach]

I can write the music to immortalize this emergency-situation.

They have enough problems already.

Ludwig

Their hearing is certainly not one of them.

Hear, have a fugue:

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[Ludwig Van Beethoven]

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For the first time in my life, I consider my poor hearing an asset.

Ludwig

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Aber doch Musicfellows. Sie sich ferlassen and try not to attack each other.

We live in an Universe of love and fuck and have to make music for the masses. Music and hormony and CHILDREN. Don't forget to make children...