søndag, maj 31, 2009


The Grassman had a nightmare: somewhere in the middle of nowhere he is adapted in a balloon not able to breath. There are no trees, no grass - no life at all.

In the morning he woke when his girlfriend kissed him. It was only a nightmare, thank God. "I'm so happy," he said to her. "Here are you, here is the grass - here is life". His girlfriend smiled.

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