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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
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Ah... Mein Pistole.

I think I get some form of seasonal depression around this time of year. There's simply no other plausible explanation for me to sit on the ground for a week at a time and begin to wonder if I'm in the right career field. It's not that I didn't want to go flying, it's just that I couldn't without risking icing up an airplane that is not certified for it. After several days, the lazy part of me takes over and I almost hope to wake up and see ceilings at 100 feet and visibility reported as a quarter of a mile. I'm ready for Spring.

In an attempt to dull the searing pain of boredom that even affects non-high schoolers, I decided to eBay a bunch of stuff that I don't use anymore in an effort to have enough cash to make a rather extravagant purchase for someone in my situation. God bless ebay, I made enough to get my very own Walther P99. Some may recognize it as the current issue James Bond pistol, but that was just icing on the cake to me. I wanted something I could trust, but I didn't want a Glock because that's what your average cop carries these days. Really the Walther is just a bit more of an uppity handgun, and every now and then I like to live above my means. The prospect of owning a German handgun got me thinking about the differences between the stereotypical German of the 1940's compared to his modern day counterpart. Observe:

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Sterotypical German Circa 1940's
(to be spoken in a voice similar to Col. Hochstetter of Hogan's Heroes


"WHAT IS THIS MAN DOING HERE!"


Stereotypical German Circa 2000's
To be spoken in the voice of Mike Meyers as Dieter of Sprockets from Saturday Night Live


Touch My Monkey!


My... how far they've come. Of course, at Convoginators we strive to avoid stereotyping individuals unless it's absolutely funny or we have nothing else to do at all. It's time for bed.

Jeff C.
P.S. Sorry about the randomness of this one...


 
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