Germany sucks something fierce. I've been confined to an attic with several adults, each insisting to reiterate the same annoyances and inconveniences day-in and day-out. I swear, if one of them feels ill, the whole lot suddenly lapses into hysterics about feeling sick as well. It's enough to share the same corner of the attic as a lavatory, but the fact that I am judged on my execution of said lavatory practices makes the deed that much more frustrating in execution. It is incredibly difficult to drop a deuce when an archaic Jewish man is trying to sneak a peak of my Swedish bomb on delivery. Also, I think they're onto my scheme to assassinate the youngest. She just won't shut up. EVER. If the Germans came tonight, I'd chuck her out the window and be done with it.
Send help. If I have to hear that damn Hebrew theme song one more time, I'll take them all with me to Hell.