Mittwoch, 22. Okt. 2008, 11:09 - Topic 'Groucho Marx lacht mit'
Ich spiel ja eher selten, aber doch, ja, ich kann den Schreiber schon verstehen...
Last month, when your mother was in a car accident, you called and not only demanded I drive you to the hospital but insisted I stay there to provide "emotional support"—despite knowing full well that I had booked that evening off to fight forest trolls in Zul'Aman. When I suggested you take a cab and that I join you in three to four hours, you unleashed a string of expletives that even my therapist found disturbing. You also refused to wait until we finished off the eagle boss, the one who drops the helm piece I have been trying to get for months. For the record, she turned out fine anyway. Many paraplegics lead rich and rewarding lives.