supermarkets.
A wonderful invention of the 20th Century. There you can buy very many things. Mostly food, but also other items of daily life, from cleaning to the pens. Kiel is well provided for since: A new Famila more or less around the corner, the good gourmet market within walking distance and if it is to be exceptional times Citti's still the market. On my first visit to the respective supermarkets I was a little surprised: why in the name of fuck, I need to weigh the fucking fruit itself? Hello, we live in the 21st Century, no one should be forced to pack vegetables that shitty fucking in plastic bags to put the manure on a scale, typing the idiotic point that one has of course already forgotten to glue the bastard on the bag so the cashier can pass over the scanner. I have only known ancient markets, their cash is not equipped with scales, but at newly opened stores? This is so sexy like crack to leak from a bull ass.
Okay, I am used to it but, in the province and so on.
was recently But I buy the gourmet market that is a couple of lovely strawberries, which I garnished with whipped cream to eat with a manicured episode Wife Swap thought.
The dish fruit beautiful in your shopping cart and not bad thinking, laid at the box office on the scroll, until I asked the cashier if I have not weighed the strawberries?
You fuckin fuckers! In every corner of this planet, damn worthless fruit in bowls is calculated by the piece and not by weight! When I buy strawberries at the North Pole koksüberzogenen be calculated from the penguin-tellers after dish, I buy raspberries in a cow dung-strewn village in from Namibia, those little fuckers are calculated according to bowls. But no, here you have to actually weigh the quality ass things with the dish, the dish is also charged. Is it then at least of strawberry cardboard, with whom I can decorate a cake?
Or should I push it backward supermarkets in the ass. This is worse than ejakulativer vomiting and diarrhea.
I do not get it!
A wonderful invention of the 20th Century. There you can buy very many things. Mostly food, but also other items of daily life, from cleaning to the pens. Kiel is well provided for since: A new Famila more or less around the corner, the good gourmet market within walking distance and if it is to be exceptional times Citti's still the market. On my first visit to the respective supermarkets I was a little surprised: why in the name of fuck, I need to weigh the fucking fruit itself? Hello, we live in the 21st Century, no one should be forced to pack vegetables that shitty fucking in plastic bags to put the manure on a scale, typing the idiotic point that one has of course already forgotten to glue the bastard on the bag so the cashier can pass over the scanner. I have only known ancient markets, their cash is not equipped with scales, but at newly opened stores? This is so sexy like crack to leak from a bull ass.
Okay, I am used to it but, in the province and so on.
was recently But I buy the gourmet market that is a couple of lovely strawberries, which I garnished with whipped cream to eat with a manicured episode Wife Swap thought.
The dish fruit beautiful in your shopping cart and not bad thinking, laid at the box office on the scroll, until I asked the cashier if I have not weighed the strawberries?
You fuckin fuckers! In every corner of this planet, damn worthless fruit in bowls is calculated by the piece and not by weight! When I buy strawberries at the North Pole koksüberzogenen be calculated from the penguin-tellers after dish, I buy raspberries in a cow dung-strewn village in from Namibia, those little fuckers are calculated according to bowls. But no, here you have to actually weigh the quality ass things with the dish, the dish is also charged. Is it then at least of strawberry cardboard, with whom I can decorate a cake?
Or should I push it backward supermarkets in the ass. This is worse than ejakulativer vomiting and diarrhea.
I do not get it!
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