Brief eines Burgenländers an die NASA

Greet God,
I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your Space Shuttle in the television. In color. And so come me the idea to make holidays in the worldroom. Alone without any crazy wife. I am the Kraxlhuber.
The Hofer Anderl was my clock-clock grandfather. I stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me. She has a shrill voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at me. She says I am a Schlapptail.
She wants that I become Bürgermaster. But I want not be Bürgermaster.
I have nothing at the hat with the political shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want make holidays on the moon. Without my bad half. But I take my dog with me. He is a boxer. His name is Wurstl. So I want book a flight in your next Space Shuttle. But please give me not a window place.
I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindlefree.
And no standing-place please. And please do not tell my wife that I want to go alone. She has a big Schrot-Gun. She would make sieb from my ass. I need not much comfort. A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating. And windows with look to the earth.
So I can look through my far-glass and see my wife working on the potatoe field. And my dog and I laugh us a brunch (hahaha). We will kringel ourself bevor laughing. Is what loose on the moon? I need warm weather and I hope the sun shines every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.

With friendly Servus,
Kraxlhuber

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huji auf solche threads überhaupt zu antworten färbt schon schlecht auf den guten ruf ab *versteck*

hier härscht anarchie ... da gibts keinen ruf

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