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Brief eines Bayern an die NASA


greet god, i write you, because you must help me.
i have seen your space shuttle in the television, in color. and so came
me the idea to make holidays in the world-room. alone!
without my crazy wife!

i am the schnapflhuber. the king of bavaria was my clock-clock-grandfather.
i stand on a very bad food with my wife. always she shouts with me. she
has a shrill voice like a circle saw. she lets no good hair on me.

she says i am a schlap-tail. she wants that i become bürgermaster.
but i want not be bürgermaster.
i have nothing on the hat with the political shit.
i want my ruah. and so i want make holidays on the moon,
without my bad half!
but i take my dog with me. he is a boxer. his name is wurstl.

so i want book a flight in your next space shuttle.
but please give me not a window place.
i would kotz you the rocket full, because i am not swindle-free.
and no standing place please. and please do not tell my wife
that i want go alone. she has a big schrot-gun.
she would make a sieve of my ass.

i need not much comfort. a nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating.
and windows with look at the earth. so i am look through my farglass
and see my wife working on the potato field.
and i and my dog laugh us a brunch (hähä)
we will krungel ourself before laughing (höhöhöhö)

is what loose on the moon?
i need warm weather and i hope the sun shines every day.
this is very good for my frost-boils.

greeting from bayern


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Liebe Grüße
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