Austria just won the men's downhill skiing. Morph will be happy. Guy was a porky little fella as well. Looked like the type of guy that drinks 30 beers and eat 25 sausages every night.

I believe Australia won a gold too.

Never mind the guy was actually from Switzerland

That’s racist.

Austria not winning in skiing is like US not winning in basketball. There will be repercussions

Can confirm that bad wintersports results constitute national crisis in Austria. Heads will roll.

Streets should be cleaned up, punk! But you may be right; Sheep is not really feeling the Cambodiamøller vibe yet.

Winter olympics is just a ploy to sell moar Mcdonald's's happymeals. You will own nothing, and eat happy meals.

I think there are 4 people watching the Olympics in the U.S. And one of them is Leslie Jones. Or at least it was. Not sure who the other 3 are.

dirty mike checking in, hope you guise are thriving <3

Thanks FWWM.



Hai! Sheep is thriving for now, but ask Sheep again after he paid his taxes.

Approvedmöller lol. Golden Sorya Mall is a bit of a dump, lots of junkies there. But I see it has improved

Where is FranFran? There is a Serbian guy in OOT who wants to open a Fried Chicken restaurant in Belgrade, but has zero experience in that field:

https://forumserver.twoplustwo.com/3...urant-1802526/

I wonder what the owner of Europe's best Pizzeria might think of that...

Officially it’s:

50th* Best
Serbian Division
Group C
Prelims

Replied there, they will prolly ban me at some
Point.

Thanks morph

Good reply imo

Thx mrmmmrmmk i won’t have sex with yoh

Not sure about that

Me neither

I’m gonna go work for that guy if Fran Co. doesn’t hire me soon. Together we will unfortunately put Fran’s Co. out of business. There is only room for one eatery in Serbtown.

And I know about 12 ways to make fried chicken. All of them award-winning. So many awards. More awards than that chef guy with the beard.

Wasn't aware of your Sushi endeavors Fran!

Do you think you might open up a Yakitori bar soon?

He undercooked the fish one night and called it a sushi joint.

Not enough people posting ITT.

The next person not to post ITT is getting a 3-month ban.

DIETER (V.O.)
Sometimes the older boys would push
me over and urinate on me, chanting
"house on fire, put it out, put it
out".

EXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE PLAYGROUND (FLASHBACK)

We see a group of BOYS from behind pissing on Dieter.

DIETER (V.O.)
Despite this tempting distraction, I
excelled in school.

INT. GERMAN CLASSROOM (FLASHBACK)

A nervous greasy-haired TEACHER stands in front of the KIDS.
Young Dieter sits in the front.

TEACHER
(reluctant)
Yes, Dieter?

YOUNG DIETER
When Marx posited the notion of a
technological theocracy did he not
presuppose the existence of a human
soul, and in so doing slip into the
solipsistic ontology that Nietzsche
so despised?

The TEACHER pulls a gun from the desk and puts it to his
head. We cut away as we hear a LOUD CRACK.

EXT. BAVARIAN HOUSE - NIGHT

It is storming, with lightning.

DIETER (V.O.)
For many years I lived with a
married couple. As it turns out,
they were my parents.

INT. DIETER'S CHILDHOOD HOME (FLASHBACK)

The house is stark and ALL WHITE -- furniture, walls, rugs.
Young Dieter, his MOTHER, and his FATHER are in ALL BLACK.

ADULT DIETER walks through the wall and observes the scene (a
la Woody Allen in Annie Hall). The family cannot see him.

YOUNG DIETER
Mother, may I please have a monkey?
I would take care of him and love
him.

DIETER'S MOTHER
Love is dead, Dieter, art is all!

Young Dieter slumps back, disappointed.

DIETER (V.O.)
My mother was a whore.

We see Dieter's mother as a WHORE.

DIETER (V.O.)
My mother was a saint.

We see Dieter's mother as a SAINT.

DIETER (V.O.)
Whore!

We see Dieter's mother as a WHORE.

DIETER (V.O.)
Saint!

We see Dieter's mother as a SAINT.

DIETER (V.O.)
My father was a musician. He was
weak.

Pull back to reveal that Dieter's father is crouching over a
set of BONGOS.

DIETER (V.O.)
He played the bongos on the Mission
Impossible theme, but, like many
geniuses, he drove himself mad.

Dieter's father turns back to his bongos, and plays a
tentative THUMP-A-THUMP.

DIETER'S FATHER
(in agony)
I can't do it again! I've lost it!

YOUNG DIETER
But, poppa, what of my monkey?

DIETER'S FATHER
Nein! Leave me alone, Dieter, I
will get you a monkey next year.

Young Dieter runs out of the room, crushed. Adult Dieter
steps into the conversation.

DIETER
Lies! Lies!

Ok Dieter