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I just saw  „Foxhole On The Roof“ the second time, and I am thinking again about the scene at the end with the helicopter-pilot and Doyle behind him with a weapon.

Maybe it sounds weird - but the pilot looks like Rowan Atkinson. I made a pic but it is more clearly with watching him move his head in this scene.

So there are two possibilities: either I am totally mad, or everybody knew that already except me.

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Liebe Kinder!

A German S & H story:

"Today I show you a film about two cops, Starsky and Hutch. Links can see your Starsky, he has funny dark curls, and wears jeans. Right next to brown in the trousers, as is Hutch, he is blond, and a bit larger. You can see them so easily distinguished.
The place in which they work is, Bay City. That is in America, far away from here, on a large Sea, you see even the beach? There is much warmer than in your homes, and in winter there are no snowmen.

Sun, and who now comes into the picture? This thick, black man's name Dobey. This is the boss of the two police officers and give them commands. But does not merely that one fear of a black man must have, only because there are so few with you. No, this one is easy and only sometimes he is a bit excited. But that is soon over again. And it would determine your like - he likes to eat sweets.

But what, then, are police officers? Police watch out for the people of a city. Some people have become angry because no one has loved him, and then steal or beat them. And if that happened, then the police come and say to the villain, he should stop. Now you already know
the occupation of the two. But how comes it that the bad guys always obey when Starsky and Hutch set before them? You can visit the jackets. If you look underneath, then you see the following: every policeman with a weapon that is secured with leather on his upper body. Why is this good, you will ask. With such a gun can be easily defended great.

So and now I tell you yet, what are the two for men. The
with curly hair, like Starsky, you kids really like. He plays often and also buy gifts when children have a birthday. He is usually funny, but it can also be terribly serious when people are in danger.
The Blonde, this is Hutch, who often thinks a lot. He wants to do everything right, so that no one suffers. When people are in need, then he is always right there to help.

Now you know the pair's all right - I'll tell you in the end something about how they understand each other.
Starsky and Hutch are really good friends. How come, then, Will you ask. Everyone can namely something else can not, and together that's fine. It makes them fun to work together - just like you, if you in kindergarten with the other children built a castle in the sandbox.

The two men also watch a lot more to each other. If it the one time is not going well, it helps the other to him immediately, that is all class. And this needs the one that really takes it to the other firmly in the arm. And sometimes when that happens, then they rub their behind dolle all together and rejoice. You have to love just as the mommy and daddy. Great.

And if your future now two police officers on the street can see, then you know immediately what they do. "

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Inspired by „The Weekly Obbo Challenge #43 – Naked“: Naked Feet (Storm)

I tried it, I really tried it but I failed. I wrote some sentences in english and noted that my english story is proper for a five year old child - but not for me and you * sigh *. So I had to
write the story in german.

storm

The wind held back - yet he did not believe the storm warning, rushed a little rough along the empty expanse of sand, trying to ruffle the water or move mussels, to take the bumps in the sand.

The footprints he managed it yet. They were big and had a strong impression. There were two pairs of tracks, regular increments, so hikers.

The wind was walking a little, here and there he saw in the niches in the surrounding hills, cleared everything out lots and worked his way on to the water's edge along. At one point he stopped and whirled around the footprints that had turned slightly towards the sea and also expressed deep in the sand.

Walkers were well stopped, for the tonic. Short next to it a couple had turned footprints, impressions now facing the other couple.

The wind was ignorant, he does not care. It also did not care that two feet were more footprints all completely mixed up, alternating the directions, just as the depth, half diagonally, forward rotate on the spot, rückwä rts, piled up the sand and deep craters.

There was some discussion between the two walkers, perhaps a fight. A pair of footprints leading away from the spot, so with short distances and very deep impression, as if someone had run. Then stopped the track, where a deep impression was. The other footprints were down this route at regular intervals long back and stopped at the same place.

The wind wanted to be a storm and was impatient, he grabbed the bumps, piled everything that was too low, too high in the air and lashed the sand spirals water like a slave. He gained more and more power, stretched his arms everywhere out, and in a niche in the hills, he also stressed on the locks of a man, she whirled up and pushed them down. But he only laughed, her eyes full of happiness, skin tingling from the touch of the storm, he threw his head back and felt the same life on the skin of the other man, saw storm and passion in his eyes . And when he reached out to him and feather with a finger from the forehead to the mouth of the man with the smooth short hair highlighted, because they were immersed in the wind, but it was not him, gave only her, only her.

The wind, however, had already extended many miles, war schon Sturm, dann Orkan. So ewig wie die Liebe war er, und wie der Tod.
 

 

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Happy belated birthday, hagsrus!

Sorry I'm a little late - it was a really weird day for me yesterday: starting with working, afterwards driving a hour to attend a funeral in the afternoon (my cousin's husband died), changing my clothes at home and instantly driving on to a party in the evening. I barely knew my cousin's husband, yet it is always sad at a funeral, because of the other people grieving about him.

Afterwards a complete change of mood with nice people having a celebration. I met a policeman with curls (NO kidding!) - and he was married *sigh*.

I hope you had a great day with many wonderful people around, fantastic gifts and and tasty cakes!