Ein Bayern schreibt an die Nasa
I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your space shuttle on television.
In color. And so came me the idea to make holidays in the world room. Alone. Without
my crazy wife.
I am the Kraxlhuber. 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 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 play dearer sheephead with my friends. And 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 swindelfree. 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 kloo and heating. And
windows with look to the Earth. So I can look through my farglass and see my wife
working on the potato field. And I and my dog laugh us a branch (ha ha). We will
kringel ourselves before laughing (hohoho).
Is what loos on the moon? I need warm weather and I hope the sun shines
every day. She is very good for my frost-boils.
With friendly Servus
gefangen in Frames?