Mr. Strudel

Like last year while at a police station in Frankfurt this german cop was eating himself a nice big sausage. Not like you'd expect he's got it in his hand and chomping away, no bun, condiments, nothing. Barbarians. Course they steamrolled the legions when those came marching up north. Not to say barbarians cant be efficient and ruthless when pressed. Much like what happens when you squeeze peanuts. It like makes all the oil come out and then you can like burn it, consume it, cook with it, lubricate machinery with it and then to top it all off notice that hordes of raccoons which normally prowl the neighborhood looting trash and scoring dog food and stuff are now gnawing and licking your machineries. Makes me want to get a main coon cat. Not sure that they'd really be effective at running off thoes furry little bastages, but they'd be better than your average cat and probably run-of-the-mill house dog which seems to be all the rage these days. Whatever happened to real mutt type dogs who bit things just because and like ran wild around everywhere and were a general menace to both wildlife and man alike? My guess is they were shipped off somewhere and forced to pull sledges in the arctic so that oil exploration and expliotation could continue at the current pace of craziness. Lost in all this is what happens to the annual migration of the lemmings. Who speaks for them? My guess is that ANWAR isn't going to protect them any more than tinfoil effectively keeps my brainwaves from influencing others thoughts. Which brings me back to Mr. Strudel. Why exactly does smoking a cigarette in one hand whilst eating a sausage with the other lead to cultural dissonance and periods of missing memories? Someday I may remember.