Facebook messages:
Silvia Fermier: hi
Bert Brussen: Yes?
you there?
BB: Yes? What is it?
hi
BB: HI!
ok thank you but I find you very nice but told me that you search beautiful here?
BB: Definitely. The more beauty the better. I mean: fuck brains, boobies!
ah ok but I have a little problem at the on facebook connection is slow but you have a skype?
BB: no I only have facebook and fax.
ok but you can create a Skype account as I have a serious problem on facebook
BB: nononono I have a serious problem with my Skype connection. I also love my fax machine. Or telex. You have telex?
www.skype.com
BB: Youre gonna show me your tits? You might as well xerox them and fax them to me? Just as simple!
www.skype.com
BB: Yes I know Skype. I remember, back in those days when we stormed the beaches of Normandy, we said to each other, we said: ‘Goddamn we should have something like Skype to tell sergeant Horvath Dog Green exit is still not open, you know!’
But, you know how D-Day ended: it was Tom Hanks all over again. They should have left dat faggot on that island he stranded on with that Wilson-volleyball if you ask me.
ok you created a skype or not?
BB: No I was just typing my memoires on a Remmingon. Got that one from J. Edgar Hoover himself when he celebrated me with my 66th. Long time ago already ya know.
ok then more
BB: Anyway, what exactly is your major problem you would like to share so desperatley with me? Is it something I need my weelchair for again? I mean, the last time I did that the whole world did see that one coming, ya know. Stupid bitch had told everything but me that the wheels were square as a dyke in an church.
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