Sticky_Tape wrote:Can you tell people with brains that are already liquified?
Well, in short, in the summer of one year, we had gone to a campsite in France, and we met with a little Austrian boy called Stefan there.
Shortly before Christmas the same year, my family decided to go to the German Christmas markets in Köln/Cologne (If you have the chance, it's worth seeing a German Christmas markets).
Anyway, there were lots of stalls there selling these character puppets, some nicer than others (and for all kinds of different prices).
We'd looked at these, and although we thought they were nice, they were quite expensive. But it happened that on the day before we were to get back on the plane, we found another stall selling another, nicer, make for much less than anywhere else had offered so far.
Not to pass up on an opportunity like that, we got one, and at some point, I'm not sure when, he got named after the little Austrian boy we had met at the campsite.
It was great fun at the airport - when we got to the passport booth, the guard there did something of a double take after looking at the five passports for my family - only to realise that one of the six people he thought he had seen was a puppet (you can imagine the look on his face).
We had further fun on the plane, when he was thrown across the aisle to the extreme shock of one of the stewardesses.
Of course, with all good stories, it doesn't end there. Next summer, we went back to the same campsite, taking our Stefan with us - only to find that the Austrian family was back there as well! So we had to explain to Stefan #1 about Stefan #2...
...And even then, that's not the end of it. Because after a while, not content with a badly behaved boy puppet, we got a girl puppet as well. My father had taken a particular liking to one of the ones we had seen in Köln, and we'd spent ages looking across the internet for this particular model - only to find that the only store we could find for it was in Germany.
And so we now have two very naughty German puppets.
Being mentally retarded isn't a excuse to trie to drown someone.
I think a good way to describe it is as an explanation for it, rather than an excuse.