Simultan

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''You think this is a joke? You disappear. You're gone for almost 27 years! And then you just show up here and demand your life back? Fuck you, Mister! I'm not yours anymore! did you sit somewhere and watch me grief for you? Did you at least feel sorry? Or did it just boost your ego, you sorry bastard!''
 
''You think this is a joke? You disappear. You're gone for almost 27 years! And then you just show up here and demand your life back? Fuck you, Mister! I'm not yours anymore! did you sit somewhere and watch me grief for you? Did you at least feel sorry? Or did it just boost your ego, you sorry bastard!''
  
''Am i Penelope? I have no reason to weave a burial shroud. You are long dead and burried, there was no one to wait for.''<br>
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Am i Penelope? I have no reason to weave a burial shroud. You are long dead and burried, there was no one to wait for.<br>
  
 
''I watched them lower your coffin into the ground and I thought I was gonna die, too. And now you tell me: here I am!, tell me, that I was crying -&nbsp;dying! - for a piece of wood? For a joke, for some scheme that you came up with in your sick mind?''
 
''I watched them lower your coffin into the ground and I thought I was gonna die, too. And now you tell me: here I am!, tell me, that I was crying -&nbsp;dying! - for a piece of wood? For a joke, for some scheme that you came up with in your sick mind?''
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[[Category:Oh_John|Oh John]]

Version vom 10. November 2007, 09:25 Uhr

You think this is a joke? You disappear. You're gone for almost 27 years! And then you just show up here and demand your life back? Fuck you, Mister! I'm not yours anymore! did you sit somewhere and watch me grief for you? Did you at least feel sorry? Or did it just boost your ego, you sorry bastard!

Am i Penelope? I have no reason to weave a burial shroud. You are long dead and burried, there was no one to wait for.

I watched them lower your coffin into the ground and I thought I was gonna die, too. And now you tell me: here I am!, tell me, that I was crying - dying! - for a piece of wood? For a joke, for some scheme that you came up with in your sick mind?