Gaijin is back!

...and is looking for trouble!

OK!

It probably won't be as wild as the trip around Europe, because the most unworthy of all travelers only has !five! measly weeks at their disposal, during which a lot of things have to be done in Ireland.

In which the aim is to elicit from his chosen, beautiful, elegant, delicate, alabaster-skinned reading darling cats the one shy smile that the unwashed gaijin loves to see on the most beautiful faces of his reading circle, or to produce the other sheer horror, which of course gives the disgusting scribbler thieving, almost diabolical pleasure.

So the most disreputable person has come up with the following points that absolutely have to be investigated, smelled, described, photographed and dealt with in Ireland:

-Is the mating behavior of the Irish mussel more aggressive than that of the German variant?

-Are redheaded Irish hookers with wooden legs able to hold their liquor better than redheaded Irish hookers without wooden legs?

-Has the wooden leg on red-haired Irish hookers gone out of fashion?

-Does 12 hours of mental bukkake during a sea crossing damage the gaijin's spinal cord?

-Do Irish leprechauns use their pot of gold as a chamber pot?

-Does the gold from the leprechaun's pot in the morning smell like Guinness or maybe just like lucky piss?

-Does Guinness taste like piss?

-Is Guinness piss?

-Where the hell do you find redheaded Irish hookers?!

So my dear, valued readers see:

From May onwards there will be a lot to do again for the dissolute Schreibermeier and his faithful, noble Berta!

Starting in May, pandemic horror will once again grip some minds in this world and, above all, sheer embarrassment will be felt by all those people who have the pity to read this intellectual diarrhea!

Ps: As always: I don't care about correct spelling!