Post by tomis42 on Feb 15, 2024 9:45:56 GMT
Try to park in the neighborhood. Where you have a home and for which you pay a series of community living taxes. Impossible. Someone has put tape in everyone's common place. Because the place for the concrete mixers must be kept busy. They came after the trees were uprooted, and we weren't even late. What we needed. What if they have guns. Or they probably have connections up there. Undoubtedly yes, because others blame us and ask us to account for sneezing loudly! So the common environment, which did not turn out to be much, was occupied.
Respect dear Germany Phone Number List occupier!! That you are untouchable of the untouchables. I greet you by lowering my head and looking at my problems... What do I need, right? he is stronger and I am one. After I roll over and start yelling at the car, I let it go. It's as if those parking regulators, the municipal police, are coming out of the ground. Respect for them and their blocks. They don't look at the tape of the occupier, that one day they will see it in the kitchen. But they look at the blocked car and cite the law. Shame on me. Respect for the invaders! Respect for the Regions of any area.
That I don't need anything because THEY occupied my common environment, as there was no need to talk about other issues that directly erode my life. Respect for the parking policeman who catches residents like us, because he is also alone in the heat. What if the great HE dismisses him because this BIG here has a friend over there. Respect for the great. So we let the policeman not even look at the concrete mixer that blocked the traffic and none of us raise our voices. In just 300 meters, I see that we did a lot of what we need! Respect to the occupiers. I go home congratulating myself for keeping quiet and avoiding a fight with THEM, but the concrete mixers who have been working all night and will continue over the weekend, I can feel them taking my breath away with an unbearable noise.
Respect dear Germany Phone Number List occupier!! That you are untouchable of the untouchables. I greet you by lowering my head and looking at my problems... What do I need, right? he is stronger and I am one. After I roll over and start yelling at the car, I let it go. It's as if those parking regulators, the municipal police, are coming out of the ground. Respect for them and their blocks. They don't look at the tape of the occupier, that one day they will see it in the kitchen. But they look at the blocked car and cite the law. Shame on me. Respect for the invaders! Respect for the Regions of any area.
That I don't need anything because THEY occupied my common environment, as there was no need to talk about other issues that directly erode my life. Respect for the parking policeman who catches residents like us, because he is also alone in the heat. What if the great HE dismisses him because this BIG here has a friend over there. Respect for the great. So we let the policeman not even look at the concrete mixer that blocked the traffic and none of us raise our voices. In just 300 meters, I see that we did a lot of what we need! Respect to the occupiers. I go home congratulating myself for keeping quiet and avoiding a fight with THEM, but the concrete mixers who have been working all night and will continue over the weekend, I can feel them taking my breath away with an unbearable noise.