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Hans Across America

Hallo!

Ich bin Hans Klaussner, and you may be remembering me from when I am introducing myself and from when I am talking about my skills as a dishwasher.  Wilkommen.

In the many days of regret since we have last been speaking, old Hansy has been promoted to the magnificent position of head washer dishes. It is moment of maximum adulation for my Momma and Poppa. They are have come to Eng-land to stay in my bed of sits to commence the festivities. Is “real hot potato” as you crazy Brits is saying.

With sadness, i must report that Herr Klaussner (that is being one-self), is still without ladylove within mine domain.  I wish with most sincerity that I am meeting England Rose, the proponent of beauty in my life. I am attending speed-date evening with my good friend Cheface (the chef), and you will be wishing us the best of bloody british, what what!

Bitte. I am now commencing my informing of you of my further plans. Poppa Klaussner, he in being my Vater, is using many Euro to pay for Hans vacation with his Uncle Sam of the U of SA! Is real! I am beginning my tour with New Yorkshire within few hours and I am hoping that are having the New Yorkshire pudding (with the gravy!). Git your butt out of the place as they may say. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I am hoping that I am keeping you complete with my updates. Help me help you.

Brimming with man-love

Hans

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Hans That Does Dishes

Hallo and willkommen to all my new chums.

Ich bin Hans Klaussner und I am still looking for the love. Hahaha. That is correct.

Since we have last have been speaking, Hans has made great leap across pond and is now residing in the Land of Eng (England, my friends haha). I am working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, that much is true. Haha, this is not being true, I am making big German joke.  I am working in a restaurant kitchen where I am currently the head of the section that is washing the pots and pans. It is a very serious position for one such as myself.

I am making many new friends in my working place. My good friend is the chef known by his name of Cheface. He is also like me not from being born in UK.  Alas he does not speak any known language as so as of yet I am still unknowing of is origin of country.  Cheface is not shouting and using badwords like the man Ram-Say. Although this is not being easy to tell as he is not speaking any words that we are all knowing! Hahahahahaha. Crazy.

I am still looking for love with a delicious rose of England. I am working in many hours for restaurant so I no go to discotque for my meet lady friend. Is please e-mail Hans if you is also lonely lady? I am good man and provide many furs and warmth for the winter festival.

Speaking to you soon.

Hans

P.S.

When in my restaurant, please do not ask for any dish containing squid. Is big problem. Danke.

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Mr Banana Penis is Looking for Love

Do you recognise this photo?

Banana Penis Man

If so, you have either read my harrowing article about genetic engineering (Genetic Engineering – Has it Gone too Far?) or you have been on the internet searching for penises.

Over the last few days the popularity of this image has soared (well it’s all relative – I’ve had over 50 hits in the last 2 days for this photo, which is alot for me). People seem to be searching for either “have we gone too far with genetic engineering?” or “penis” (even “man penis” which is very specific).  I’m guessing that the two sets of people are looking for very different things.  Many of the hits are generated by a Google Image search – with people searching from as far afield as Poland, Australia and Japan.

I’ve been in touch with “Mr B-P” who has moved from his donkey sanctuary in Devon to the world-renowned Torben Piechnik Institute, under the care of Dr. Glen Medeiros.  Mr B-P is thrilled with the attention he is getting and at the thought of ladies from around the world looking on admiringly at his penis.  I am not convinced that the majority of searchers will be women, but we can only hope.  Mr B-P is currently single and has asked me to put out a request to all his female cock-gazers to get in touch. He’d love to meet you. At present he would like to keep his true name secret so any correspondence will have to be initiated through this web-site  – either leave a comment or use the more confidential Contact Me.

 Mr B-P has asked that I pass some information on to tantalise the ladies even more.  Although his identity is secret for now, he is said to resemble Spanish Teen Fashion Expert, Losersi Moneden.  He is 28-years old, has his own teeth and can read. He has his own room at the Institute (Warrington, England) and is allowed to go out on dates pretty much when he wants – although he has to let the doctors know in advance if he is taking someone back to the room (I think they like to video it to see how the old banana stands up to the task).  Mr B-P has assured me that the Banana Penis is fully functional and “has a good length and girth” but with the bonus of 0% chance of pregnancy or STDs (banana seeds are safe).

 Please get in touch if you like what you see.  Hopefully I’ll be buying a new hat for the first Sherby57 wedding (like Cilla did on Blind Date).

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Guten Tag

Hallo!

I am welcoming all my good Englisher chums and thanking them for reading. My namen be none other than Hans Klaussner. Ja, das is correct, I am being from Germany. Ha ha ha ha ha ha, you English with your senses of humour. Is making me wet with pleasure in the groinal zone.

Ladies from England, beware. Hans is being on the loose and he is looking for you for love. I would like you to enter my domain where we have much happiness and wiener schnitzel together for eternity. Hahahahaha ha ha ha. I think so. Please be do not think I am like big fat man shitting in a top hat. I am good man and I like to treat the fraulein in the correct manner in accordance with the sacred Bavarian tradition.

Hans move to the England when is possible and he is am wanting to meet wife for love and marriage. Like a horse and the carriage as your prime minister Al Bundy is saying. Haha ha ha ha. I am making the joke. But not about love. Love is a battlefield and i will fight with the German people in my heart for you is being my love.

If you please, is reply to Hans and is talk to me for date?

Yours lovingly

Hans Klaussner.

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Fireheart! Part 4

Read Part 3 Here 

The Mother

Johnny tossed and turned in the sweaty bed after consuming Choo-Choos sensual body like a lion devours a wildebeast.  His lover was asleep, she snored loudly, and he could faintly hear the squawking of Sir Walter Pilkington-Smythe.  Johnny was restless and began to ponder everything he knew about Burlonis mother.

 Mamma Burloni is ancient. Nobody knows her true age, although rumours suggest she was over 70 when she gave birth to Luca which made her well over a ton. She has wizened with age and her head is thought to be the size of a large conker and just as shiny.

 Mamma Burloni grew up on the small Italian island of Sizzleonia, a hot bed of mafia activity.  She was known as Mamma from childhood but nobody knows why. No-one remembers her real name.  She was the most beautiful girl in the village and men came from far and why in order to woo her. Many died. Sizzleonia was declared a war-zone for over three years as every single man on the island fought for her hand in marriage.

The matter was settled when Big Poppa Luigi Burloni stepped down from his small fishing boat onto the Sizzleonian shoreline. It is said that his growl was so loud that it drowned out the sound of Mount Etna errupting and it was so frightening that all fighting stopped immediately.  Luigi Burloni strode like a king over the corpses in search of the fabled beauty.   As he approached the humble shack, it is said that the sky turned blood red. Even Mother Nature herself trembled as the meeting grew closer.  Luigi removed his hat and opened the door of the ramshackle dwelling.

 The chemistry between the pair was so electric that Mammas mother and father immediately melted into a puddle of gloop. The lovers looked into each others eyes for the first time and moved towards each other.  As their fingertips touched there was an almighty explosion and they were thrown, scattered across the globe. Every peasant within a 5 mile radius was instantly killed.

Luigi found himself alone and naked somewhere in the Australian outback.  As soon as he regained his senses and quenched his thirst in a local billabong he began his quest to find his true love.  He roamed the earth calling “Mamma Mamma, Where are you?” for years and years to no avail. His journey only ended in the 1950′s when he became the first Italian in space, preceding the more famous American and Russian efforts by a decade.   Becoming embroiled in an attack by the evil KwahKwahKawh army from the planet Bizunginddunflopflipflopplipplopplow, he risked his life to save the human race. Eventually he scarificed his love of Mamma to take the throne of the Great Parp to become King Big Poppa Luigi the First of the Holy ZizzJizzMizzLizzPubQuiz Empire in order to bring peace to the galaxy (but that really is a story in it’s own right).

Mamma Burloni resurfaced many years later in a seedy part of Greater Londonbury, pregnant with Luigis child and a being of pure evil. The prolonged pregnancy resulted in her emitted a heady cocktail of pheramones and hormones that gave her effective control over any man.  With this ability she quickly built a criminal empire (and a chain of chippys, for tax purposes).

Many years later she gave birth to Luca, who emerged from her womb as a fully grown man.  They clashed before he could suck his first drop of milk from her motherly teat.  However she believed in keeping your enemies (and children) close and Luca rapidly rose to be her right hand man.   It was around this time that Johnny himself first met Mamma when he completed a job for her he was not proud of.  It was a job that led to the bitter feud between Luca and Mamma. He realised that he only had himself to blame.

 If he was going to get out of stealing Mamma then he knew he would have to revisit the events that started the ball rolling

Read Part 5 Here

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