Ja, da wir ja das Thema hatten, hier mal der Text dazu (falls jemand mal wieder in die Verlegenheit kommt...*ggg*):

Two strangers meet in New York.
A: Hello, Sir! How goes it you?
B: Oh, thank you for the afterquestion.
A: Are your already long here?
B: No, first a pair days. I'm not out New York.
A: Thunderweather, that overrushes me, you see not so out.
B: That can yes beforecome. But now what other: my hairs stood to mountains as I the traffic saw. So much cars gives it here.
A: You are heavy on the woodway if you believe that in New York horsedroveworks go.
B: Will we now drink a beer? My throat is outdried. But look, there is a guesthouse, let us there man go!
A: That is a good idea. Equal goes it loose, I will only my shoeband close.
B: Here we are. Make me please the door open.
A: But there is a beforehangingcastle, the economy is to. How sorry! Then I will go back to the hotel, it is already retard. On againsee!
B: Oh, yes, I will too go. I must become my draught to Boston. Auf Wiedersehen!
A: Nanu, sie sind Deutscher?
B: Ja, sie auch? Das wundert mich aber. Ihr Englisch ist so hervorragend, dass ich es gar nicht bemerkt hätte..

Au, das tut ja schon beinahe körperlich weh.

Aber es ist eine Menge Wahrheit dran.

ololol wie genial

Das passt iwie in den Zusammenhang ^^

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Fast noch besser...

Letter from a Bavarien to the Nasa !!!

Greet God,

I write you, because you must help me. I have seen you Space Shuttle in the television.
In color.
And so came me to the idea to make holidays in the world-room. Alone. Without my crazy wife.
I am the Kraxelhuber. The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather. I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a shrill voice like a circle saw.
She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a Schlapp-Tail. She wants that I become Buergermaster. But I want not be Buergermaster. I have nothing at 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 Sausagel. So I want to 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 from my ass. I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating. And windows with look to the earth. So I can look through my farglass and see my wife working on the potatoe field.
And I and my dog laugh us a branch (haehae), We will kringel ourself before laughing (hoehoehoehoe)!

Is what loose on the moon? I need warm wheater and I hope the sun shines every day.
This is very good for my frost-boils.

Klasse!