end of the evening in a pub in Vienna well. July 23, 1895.
SF-Well guys, thanks for the evening. I am going to take my leave because tomorrow will be going with me on the Danube to delight in fishing.
Onlookers "But where you go, we stay here we have another beer accompanied by some Viennese specialties, such as Vienna sausages and other atrocities of which he writes that this guy is ignorant. SF-
Indeed, good company of wretches, I have urgent the desire to go fishing before the phenomena Phoebus his chariot along the sky. Or more cyanotic. It depends on the haze. Then why, I have to leave your partying to rest my tired stereotypical beard good thinker of the late '800. Onlookers
-Why, good old Sigmund, is also well known throughout the Innere Stadt ittiforme that every creature that wallows in the Danube, and in all waters lying wet on the orbit, riffugge your love like the plague.
SF - Fuck you say, asshole! Tomorrow, back from the Danube, will go with me a huge fish, fish that you, poor drunken (or rather, since you are abbirrazzati Vienna) ever in your life or you will see among ever, which I will have the privilege of doing.
Onlookers, more than tipsy-Hahahahahahahhaha ^ n (riste many loud and decomposed)
SF - Why are you laughing?
Finish.
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