#TheGermans
Do you ever wondered what a native that grew up here has as dark hidden fantasies for the Germans had over all these years and never spoke about?
Ever?
After the laughs maybe?
Village?
Crazy?
Looser?
American?
Call Center Jobber?
Ok. In a worst case scenario I'd stand ice cold next to a pile of dead Germans telling UN soldiers following gun fire staccato "It wasn't me" holding an MG3 with still having a belt shoulderd and a smoking hot barrel just to avoid a discussion on war crimes and law being just not in the mood to destroy the pleaseure of the moment.
Get it, motherfuckers?
It is really bad living in your hood.
