One upon a time, a German tourist visited Ireland.
His idylic stay was ruined one bright morning, when his eyes opened to be met by a red panel van, with a hard black swastika emblazoned on the side.
Had the collapse of the regime been just a dream?
Did the nightmare continue.
Ohf course, not, he realised, to some relief. It was simply a laundry van, proudly emblazoned with the year of the laundry's founding.
There was nothing at all evil about a laundry.
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His idylic stay was ruined one bright morning, when his eyes opened to be met by a red panel van, with a hard black swastika emblazoned on the side.
Had the collapse of the regime been just a dream?
Did the nightmare continue.
Ohf course, not, he realised, to some relief. It was simply a laundry van, proudly emblazoned with the year of the laundry's founding.
There was nothing at all evil about a laundry.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.