I once was in Braunschweig in a very beautiful hotel with curtains that unfortunately didn’t go all the way across the window. But that was not the only problem. The curtain kept making noises. He was speaking to the floor, believe me or not. And do you know what that curtain told the floor in that hotel room? „Hey, dirty bastard. Stop looking under my skirt.“
Hahahahahaha. It’s so funny.
Actually, curtains can’t speak. But tell that to the skirting board…
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