Toter des Tages

[trigger]

Sie haben doch keine Dings.

[joswig]

Na, dieser Schauspieler mit diesem italienischen Wagen. Den auch dieser Fussballspieler fährt.

[insideR]

Der Wagen?

[trigger]

Huch, der Hoffman ist ja gar nicht tot.

http://www.spiegel.de/politik/deutschla ... 50806.html

[insideR]

Ach, der war dicker!

[joswig]

Da ist ein Archivbild.

[Barus]

Apropos Archivbild: haben Sie nun mal die Zeitfahrnudel vermessen?

[joswig]

Morgen mein Herzchen, ich verspreche es.

[mordsfilm]

TdT

WKW, hihi.

[Pfarrer Gerber]

TdT:

Mork vom Ork

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.


O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!This arm beneath your head;It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!But I, with mournful tread,Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.