I've been thinkin' 'bout how to get myself an Odin fighter class recently. And I had an alufolienglatten plan how to: I've sold my returnable beer bottles from the last weekend, which brought me almost 500k credits, and went to Freitals casino to the roulette tables and put the whole sum on red. HA! And it showed red for SIX TIMES! The dealer was lookin' like a Samstagmorgenautowäsche, when he payed me off. So I've turnet my 500k into 32 millions in just one day. And that without bein' sober. Everyone who's working to earn his livelyhood must be an allergic Dickmilchtrinker!
Afterwards, I went to the ship dealer on Freital. What a Schwachstromelektroleitungsverleger! He bleed me white like a Disconebelmaschine! But I didn't cared. Although that Odin looked like being durchgerammelt for years. Here it is. Ignore the flames, I'm pretty sure, that they're just decoration. Every Gesichtstampon can see that!
Nun, that's pretty much all about it. Flying that Odin feels like being a Achterbahnindermittesitzer... however, I've got to do stuff now. No, I haven't puked into my cockpit and have to clean it now. That happens only to untervögelten Randsteinbefruchtern.
I hope, that I won't miss the patrol and fighter training later... although I should have a short nap until then. Flying that Lebkuchendose without being sober would make me drowning in my own... Uhm, whatever. They'll kill me like a Pferdefurzinhalierer, when I'll forget that important patrol and training... I really should... *yawns* not miss... zzzzz ZZZZZ