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Brief eines Bayern 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 came me the idea to make holidays in the
world-room. Alone. Without my crazy wife.

I am the Kraxelhuber. The King of Bavaria 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 Schlapp-tail. She wants that I become Buergermaster. But I want not
be Buergermaster. 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 my not a window place. I would
kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no
standing-place please...

And please do not tell my wife that I want go alone. She has a big
Schrot-Gun. She would make a sieve from my ass. I need not much comfort. A
nice double-room with bath and klo and heating. And windows with look to
the earth. So I can look through my farglass and see my wife working on the
potatoe field.

And I and my dog laugh us a branch (haehae). We will kringel ourself before
laughing (hoehoehoehoe)!

Is what loose on the moon? I need warm weather an I hope the sun shines
every day. This is very good for my frost-boils.

With friendly Servus
Xaver.

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