The other day I came across this barber shop in Mannheim. There was
Homer and Marge
Lisa and Maggie
and Homer and Marge again:
But where was Bart? I kept looking. And then … can it be?! Is one of them grown-up Bart?
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Playing for the Ashes
is probably more fun than sitting in the ashes like Cinderella.
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My Shipment Runneth Over
But what’s in the boxes? Two-coloured Kinder surprise eggs? Minion cocoons? Really big tablets?
FOWC with Fandango: Shipment
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“Noises OFF!”
Mugsy’s aunt shouted after she caught the little pig with his blow-out, banging an egg spoon on the chair leg and occasionally popping one of the balloons he had been hiding under the chair.
No One Had any Intention of Building a Wall.
And yet, they did. In the middle of a meadow. It’s just a wall. About 10 metres long, 2.5 metres high. No other structure around. So I guess it’s fair game for sprayers. And the taggers who just spray without artistic intention at least appreciated the panda and his dream of bamboo and let it be.
He Could Shoot Faster than His Own Shadow
“Gulch” must have been one of the first words I learned in English (I probably pronounced it “goolsh” and had no idea what it meant). It came up quite often as a place name in one of my favourite cartoons.
The Daltons – the arch enemies of Lucky Luke – tried their luck in Killer Gulch, in Paradise Gulch, in Bottleneck Gulch, in Tortilla Gulch, and others.
If I remember correctly, Lucky Luke has grown up in Nothing Gulch.
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