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YR1099 Lesbian Horror Story

Auntie Vera Charles joins Madge as they discuss nice things.
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By Madge

Lesbian with food allergies.

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Thanks for the show Madge. I do genuinely enjoy the strange kind of chemistry/sexual tension that occurs when you and Vera get together. Wholesome and sweet, yet somehow ‘against nature’.

Hoeveel Nederlands spreek je eigenlijk, Madge? Als je zelfs iets als de ‘Franse slag’ kent dan lijkt me iets meer dan alleen de basis.

I’d tell you to give Europe another chance, as Paris really isn’t representative of the rest of our continent, but perhaps the law of diminishing returns would mean that even Amsterdam would lose its charm for you should you move in permanently (again).

Anyway, absolutely wonderful podcast, so glad to see them more regularly again. And I’m still holding on to the hope of a full ‘grum with 463584 hours of cycling etc. etc.

Hoeveel Nederlands spreek je eigenlijk, Madge? Als je zelfs iets als de ‘Franse slag’ kent dan lijkt me iets meer dan alleen de basis.

I’d tell you to give Europe another chance, as Paris really isn’t representative of the rest of our continent, but perhaps the law of diminishing returns would mean that even Amsterdam would lose its charm for you should you move in permanently (again).

Anyway, absolutely wonderful podcast, so glad to see them more regularly again. And I’m still holding on to the hope of a full ‘grum with 463584 hours of cycling etc. etc.

Btw, am I right in recognising The Supreme Lesbian, the One Gertrude Stein?

Madge, listen…

– Btw, I love the doting Vera again (Hitting children… Tsk!).

– Love your North Face clad-American-travel-retardation (at least you didn’t get burned to death by a schwartze in the elevator).

– France is fucking French. Water is also wet.

– Go back to America? What? The? Fuck?

I thought the whole reason you wanted to leave America wasn’t that you wanted to strut down a golden, honey-milk covered Champs-Élysées accepting croissants from Europeans?
I thought you were fed up with how America is fundamentally designed (in recent history, perhaps?).

So;
How do you feel living in a socialized country?
What is your opinion on the Paris infra-structure management (bar plumbing and train turn stalls) contra e.g. Chicagos?
Health care? Food quality/availability/price vs. the situation in the US?

I give you that Paris is only placed 30th of the top 50 worldwide cities in the 2011 Mercer Quality of Living Survey Rankings,
BUT,
8 out of the top 10 cities are European.
8 out of the top 10 cities are Germanic.
So, if you don’t like Paris – try one of the other cities in Europe. There are a few. Amsterdam is 12th, btw.

Work situation/limitation?
Yeah, you’re right. That is a bitch.

– “Madge’s pain, our pleasure!”
“Commitment…”
“The bottom of the barrel.”
So true, Vera!

– “Actively forgetting French as a protest!”
“Everything about the Dutch.”
“Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Like Skype.”

Hehe!

– Gold in your face, Vera!

– Homesickness. Longing for your family. Yes…
That might be it. Or temporary insanity.
😉

But, like Vera says, I think you’d focus on the negatives wherever you will stay for a longer time.

Wanderlust meets Lebensangst – In my not so humble opinion.

– Seriously, I started to listen to you some 6 years ago.
I have learnt so much discustingness from you it’s ridiculous.
Love it!

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Let me recite what history teaches. History teaches.
History teaches that history does not teach us.
As we beseeches. Teach us!
Girdle.

Spin

The flowers
Blend colors
Spun tilting
In the summer sun

Spin, spin
Make my heart sing

In the summer sun
Misting dearly mine
Eyes upon the sight
Rows of light, light

Cupped dew puddles
Upon the grass

Skim low the sighs
The breath of man
Upon the innocent show
Doth evil know?

Silk sheet sonnet
The restless dance
Fairy wings make dart
Fast the night

Substance spoke
To shadow
Call me, bind me
Taste, remind me
Laughter falling
Into soft crevices

My mind laid
To rest at last
The candle flame
Burning brightly
Wax to drip
Wick’t sure

Air beat quick’t
My sighs rendered
His vibrant mind
Upon the wall
Leaves not green
But graying, tatted

Patterns of words
Liken lace trestled
Nests of swallow’s down
Hard, compact
Full of light
Inconsequential peace.

There’s a helpless attempt for political correctness in Germany where they tried to change the colloquial “Negerküsse” (Super-Dickmanns is the brand name/ leading manufacturer, Mini-Dickmanns are also available) to “Schokoküsse” (chocolate kisses), but as far as I know, the term “Negerküsse” still is way more frequently used. Austrians call them “Schwedenbomben” (Swede’s Bombs) btw. Speaking of Austriaisms in reference to this grum, “Schamlippen” are called “Futlapperln” (cunt cloths, a lapperl is a small piece of cloth used for washing dishes or cleaning). A board with an explainatory sign has recently been taken down the new terminal at Vienna Airport (not kidding), it was meant for decoration, however somebody objected.

Another piece of sweet racist sugary German bakery goodness you might enjoy, Madge, is a “Mohrenkopf” (Blackamoors’ Head).

And I’m afraid, Auntie Vera got Hanukkah a little wrong, according to my twitter-sheet, it already started earlier this week (we’nesday.hold on).

Vera, you should be a good homosexual and listen to some of Adele’s songs. I know, we said the same about the Lady Gaga and Nicki Minaj, but I think you might actually enjoy some Adele (because I know you’ve got taste 😉

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