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Aber das Wünsche ich dir auch!! =D
Nub :3!
Ich melde mich hiermit über die Feiertage ab und wünsche allen....nur das Beste :D
werde dann in frischer Stärke im neuen Jahr zurück sein.. xD
ein Frohes Fest und Happy New Year allen verrückten...!
mFg eNo
Die 4 Typen die uns an der Bushaltestelle angemacht haben, die hatten es ja drauf angelegt, ok du hast sie ordentlich vermöbelt, ich wollte es dir noch ausreden, aber wenn du in Fahrt bist, kann dich ja keiner bremsen.
Das Nachtreten fand ich nicht so gut von dir, der hat schon geblutet.
Wie gesagt heute ist Post gekommen, dem einen sollst du den Schulranzen bezahlen, und dem anderen ist der Turnbeutel kaputt gegangen. Wegen dir wird er jetzt nicht in die dritte Klasse versetzt.. kümmerst du dich drum bitte, ich hab es ja nicht so übertrieben wie du.
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We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!
Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England ..
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns
down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And, in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
I WOULD LIKE TO ADD THAT IF PEOPLE FROM POLAND ARE CALLED POLES THEN
PEOPLE FROM HOLLAND SHOULD BE HOLES AND THE GERMANS GERMS!!!