Sunday, May 23, 2010

Tiny question to billionaires

Gosh. No post for a couple of days.

And the stories lying on the street (at least this is what the avarage young would-be journalist will once, twice, thrice etc. been told in the beginning of what he's very probably sure will become a great career.

Three months ago I would not know how to spell shornalist, and today already I am one, eh?

Wow, ... writing German I could go on and on and on ...

Now did I decide to not blogging in German.

Thus, my fault, hm?

Ha ha ha.

Anyway. All this just to tell that there's much to learn about life when - after having rubbed her neck, back and knees with oinments - listening to a woman without teeth.

You're smiling? You don't believe?

Alright. But one example: You can be a billionaire. However, what do your billions help when you can't go on toilette?

The peace of the night.


  1. Ach money can buy plenty of things but you are right, what use when you are in no position to enjoy it or make others lives better...

  2. I'm smiling and I do believe. The more you have, the more you have to worry about.

  3. Thank you for sharing your mother's priceless wisdom. I would bet that she was born with it. It didn't happen to her just with the loss of all her teeth (including the wisdom ones), and with the need of a helpful arm to sit on the toilette. She must be so grateful to have yours. And she's so right. No billions could buy the caring of a loved person.

    All the best to you and family, dear Sean.

  4. When the Queen came to Canada some time ago they constructed a $1,000,000 toilette...I'm quite sure her derriere is very similar to your Mother's or mine for that matter - guess that's what money (at least the tax-payer's money of which there must be billions) can get you.
    You are very compassionate and loving to help an old lady Sean.

  5. Jams,
    spot on!

    your first seven words let me smile.
    As for the next eleven: Here others might let their eyes roll and smile derogatorily, and still: It's simply true!

    one could also say I am lucky. I've learnt a lot during the past two months.
    By the way, she does not need my help for going on toilette, anymore.
    Actually, I tried to circumscribe what she - to my surprise, as she does usually not use words that generally are considered vulgar - put unmisunderstandable clearly: 'You can be a billionaire. However, what do all your billions help when you can't shit?'

    In here case Sauerkraut, eaten raw, does somehow help to solve this problem.

    wasn/t / isn't this perverse?
    Still, it would not have helped anything to plant her majestic derrière on the one-million-dollar closet, had her majestic anus not have had to offer any majestic excrements, hm?

    You are very kind.
    Even a man with many flaws and faults has his positive trait(s) they say.
    For sure this trait is no sine qua non for becoming a billionaire.

  6. Hahaha! With your mother, you are also priceless, Sean.

    I'll pass your recipe (with laughter) to my (much older) sister who has that problem.