how I ended up eating a stale carrot

It all started as a normal dull day: I rode like a zombie to the gynecology class, sat there waiting for the list to pass so I could sign for my fellow Erasmus mates, even Julia who was sitting there. I am becoming an artist. No kidding.
In the middle of the "Stern" dechifrationnage avec en prime un spectacle double de palpation rectale, (gdiiimaaa), je vois que la prof brandit un beau majeur, magnifique! Ah la la que c'est beau, juste la taille d'une trompe. Et elle fait passer l'uterus. Experience unique, palpation d'un uterus gravide, décongelé, mais gravide.
OK, this was really nice. mais c'est pas tout ca, ennhar ra7, et j'ai faim, hop, we sneak out of the demo-halle.
Ma coloc a déjà preparé à manger. Me corro!
Rituel quotidien "essayons de bosser". mission -->failed.
Incrustation dans le Wohnheim "Ape's Rock", lavage de vetements.
Tjiw? ey 3léch lé ---> et hop soirée impro chez Leon.

Tütchen?....Ja gerne!

Murderers, Cops and whores. Don't ever play with an Italian cards game when your brains cannot work at their hundred percent "rrendmon".
then cats, dogs, dolphins, owls, seal, and other glamourous dinosaurs.
Leon's flatmate are pissed. "Crions tout bas "(Vo: gritemos bajito (Crisquakquak))
Now I'm hungry, and that carrot is all I have.


PS: le lendemain matin: "et merde, j'ai oublié mes vêtements..."