Chalk for Kickl!

Well, what does the blurred vision of the unnecessary see there?

In the morning, Berta had acquired a few new friends, who, thank God, did not come up with the idea the night before to use the noble steed of Fötiden as a perch, thereby giving him a shitty start to the day!

The evening before, the Greedy had asked the owner of the chicken coop, since he had a stove in his room, if he could wring a chicken's neck, because he longed for a proper, tasty, fragrant roast.

She replied that she had a gun and that the clucking ladies were not suitable for consumption...

It's like with the hobbits, they are famously not there to be eaten, even if the orcish Gaijin's appetite for meat is so great and unrestrained.

The chicken gang had to bid farewell to the new alpha male, let it go, and will probably be so unhappy about it that it will result in a multi-day egg-laying strike.

Anyway!

From his radiant alabaster skin, the unworthy traveler has written about it several times, so it was appropriate today to visit the alabaster coast of France to find out if only the heavily tanned forearms of the Gaijin would stand out against such a chalk wall.

The rest of me, who is not noble, is known for the tanning of extra-white curd cheese and would at most be considered a light shadow in front of deck white.

And yes, they have quite a pile of chalk there, the Gaijin even believes that if Strache were to eat the entire mountain there, he would have such a cute, comforting voice again, you would almost have to vote for him again, the dear innocent little lamb.

There is even enough for Kickl, but not for his voice, this stuff never is and never will be enough.

The unworthy traveler would rather cover him with chalk, for that, of course, it doesn't take much to get the whole man under a fine, white, covering layer, to finally spread the cloak of forgetfulness over this fine gentleman.

P.s .: Covering my mistakes with chalk, a good idea!