herzliche glückwünsche zum geburtstag, _ruprecht_ !!
dear ru, i sing this song for you
hoch soll sie leben,
hoch soll sie leben,
dreimal hoch
hoch ! hoch ! hoch !
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i drank my way across the country on sunday. at the last minute, my upgrades cleared, which allowed me to partake in delta's sorry inflight bar, for free. on the first flight i drank a few amstel lights, much to the dismay of the obese african geriatric at my side, whose business class ticket was purchased by her doting son, at seat 78E. at each occasion when the perky delta flight attendant brought another beer to my seat, grandma grunted and shook her head (disrupting her elaborate headdress) and sometimes hissed. at one moment somewhere over _ruprecht_'s horse farm in virginia she gesticulated wildly, pointing to her bare feet. i took the liberty of teaching her in pantomime how to operate her footrest, which she adored and refused to stow before landing, despite the threats of the entire cabin crew. while exiting the plane in atlanta she grabbed my arm and pointed to the overhead bin, which i took for a polite "could you hand me my bag please" so i obliged. she grunted in approval, which warmed my heart !!
on my second flight i switched to heineken. i got so bored with the inflight movie, 'in good company', that i retreated to the bad and not bad songs on my iPod and drained several more beers. ever observant, i took note of increasingly judgemental stares from the chunky teetotaler first class galley slave. in reaction to that and to the damaging setting sun rays over new mexico, i put on my sunglasses, adjusted my jil sander tie, and switched to liqueurs. i really wish i could just drink wine but as a new delta medallion customer, i don't yet trust that bankrupt airline's sommelier.
hoch soll sie leben,
hoch soll sie leben,
dreimal hoch
hoch ! hoch ! hoch !
___
i drank my way across the country on sunday. at the last minute, my upgrades cleared, which allowed me to partake in delta's sorry inflight bar, for free. on the first flight i drank a few amstel lights, much to the dismay of the obese african geriatric at my side, whose business class ticket was purchased by her doting son, at seat 78E. at each occasion when the perky delta flight attendant brought another beer to my seat, grandma grunted and shook her head (disrupting her elaborate headdress) and sometimes hissed. at one moment somewhere over _ruprecht_'s horse farm in virginia she gesticulated wildly, pointing to her bare feet. i took the liberty of teaching her in pantomime how to operate her footrest, which she adored and refused to stow before landing, despite the threats of the entire cabin crew. while exiting the plane in atlanta she grabbed my arm and pointed to the overhead bin, which i took for a polite "could you hand me my bag please" so i obliged. she grunted in approval, which warmed my heart !!
on my second flight i switched to heineken. i got so bored with the inflight movie, 'in good company', that i retreated to the bad and not bad songs on my iPod and drained several more beers. ever observant, i took note of increasingly judgemental stares from the chunky teetotaler first class galley slave. in reaction to that and to the damaging setting sun rays over new mexico, i put on my sunglasses, adjusted my jil sander tie, and switched to liqueurs. i really wish i could just drink wine but as a new delta medallion customer, i don't yet trust that bankrupt airline's sommelier.