So. I have not looked at the pictures yesterday to the highest earners. This was me then my time to really bad. This morning, during a visit at Lupe , I then experienced something like ... hmmm ... no, no "aha" effect. I know really do not know what it was. Maybe a name-that-is-so-back-by-typical effect. And frankly, I was - almost a bit easier - in my role as a female.
I'm going to clean the toilet. Weil. Someone needs to do so. Even in the Bank of 1812-times-so-much-as-the-maid-Brady. I do not think the customer would feel like a king in a quiet village filthy. And also Mr D. would probably not amused when the Kabäuschen would smell unethical. Last night the way, because I imagined what would happen if the cleaning ladies in the world would all strike at the same time a week.
UPDATE: After I wrote the above topic in a comment for Relax noodle finished and almost ready for the loony bin (due to depression) (I fear the comment reads it as such), I recommend as a constructive contribution to the bonus today's story the blog entry at Think About . What I think about it, I have to think about when my mind got me back (yes, the topic I feel big in the kidneys), but I think it might be a good, interesting discussion.
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