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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
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
