I puke over this war, nor the miserable hype about the rocket. Oh ... sorry ...
ROCKET.
Show me yet again, how stupid are the people: so is understandable that at some point was sometimes eaten in tough times each weed to the vitamin balance halfway to get on track. Of these, one came so again quickly and got into the herb-deserved oblivion.
But hardly raises a resourceful man the bushes with Italian names on the market, it is suddenly something quite dolls and stuffed the whole nation is the stuff in with fervor. These are the same idiots who flatly refuse a Pinot Gris, but keep Pieno Grit Scholars for the summit of the art winery.
That can not all Your being serious: rocket's mean columnar depends most people when eaten in across the mouth and tastes like the blades of grass on which you have refereed squeaky as a child.
But it's rocket , tötööö. And since the people will eat nunmal Hecke (thank Atze!), We find it almost everywhere now - not only in salads but also on the Carpaccio of pasta or pizza - is always ne miserable fumbling abgefrickelt until the Mist added.
that women join every culinary shit, if only for sports, health and figure conscious look is one thing with which I have resigned myself, but men, or rather male Luschen Sex, which is now seriously in the public pizza with a hedge ("And a Pieno Grit Scho please." )?
your pussies!
Today's on me again in a low raw steak with his duly Pils!
meal!
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