I’m sorry. We promised you some news about this breast implant catastrophe years ago. I will hang my head in shame right after I have finished writing the blurb. Read on – this one actually is really interesting.
Gornet Fasolwski descended into our midst much the same way Filler Bromartos descended onto the platform of the gunboat Sorpotsky back in 1932 when there still were submarines. Nowadays, however, everything is online, and you will need to suffocate on your own, not apply for any navy duty. The times have changed.
It was a sunny afternoon, and all the afterburners had been switched off for the duration of the strike. Niels Barronzel had just finished polishing his cocktail nails and counted the times he had told his nephew about the catastrophe with the breast implants. No wonder things began to escalate.
It was a typical Latvian summer in the sense that everything happened in France, where everything generally happened. The Bolskolownskliy Brothers had just established their new recording company, the Plywood Moth, and several prominent artist were flocking. You will need to understand that flocking was a popular pastiche in those days.
Turn of the century, if that is what you are after. The place was full of peasants. I looked on in disgust and decided to change tack. There were always more marsupials to be hunted.