Tschüs, tschüs zu den zwei Scheiße

No I am not trying to impress with my knowledge of the German language. I couldn't because the only phrases I know in German are chat-up lines and I cannot post them here because perhaps little people are reading. You never know who's reading these days, I seem to have tonnes of followers and I'm grateful to them all. They make my day. So I actually had to look the title up. It was just what I was looking for. Translated into the English language, a language which I can safely boast of understanding, it comes to 'Bye bye bulshitters'. And I love it, I love the sound of my sudden pronunciation of German. The next think I know I'll be looking at my reflection in a puddle. But I won't drown in it. Because I've just been fished up, and I'm gloating in the glory. These bullshitters. There were actually four of them. One just loved handkerchiefs, probably to wipe off the imaginary spunk. Because he thought that he was having a hell of a sexy influence on the ladies. Not on me. And that's not because I'm not a lady, but because some bullshitter's spunk tastes, well, I don't know what it tastes like but I sure know that it smells like bullshit. He had this really cheesy bodyguard too. As bodyguards go, I could have swiped at him and transformed him into dust on the ground. But he was keen on in-the-middle-of-the-night parties too, especially when on tour. His train of thought was sad, he actually thought that a girl like me would be enticed by a packet of crisps. How sad. But it was a whole quartet, 2 men, 2 women. One specific woman would glare at me, but then I was never sure where her eyes where looking. They seemed to roll around on their own axis in a funny kind of orbit. Last but not least, the woman left too seemed to look funny at people, but I think, no, I'm sure, the alcohol was at the bottom of it. She could have been Bacchus' and Dionysus' illegitimate daughter, brought about by a Godly gay incestuous relationship by her fast way of downing the booze. We *are* talking about booze here, and with that come bottles, and if you want to believe me then you should just take a trip to Mater Dei's casualty to find out how many people resort to solo bottle-loving. And now the crap's gone. Because the bulls have been kicked out. They were just horny bulls without the horns. They were evil. They tried to kick my ass, but never could because they never had the horns. I wonder what they're doing now. I know they're not very pleased. And I'm ok with that, because every bitch has her day. Bye bye bull-shitters. The bitch is back.