you have to be kidding me!
first you export all the manual,
masculine jobs to china,
and then... you have the audacity
to do this?!
i mean, beards?
are we going to actually work,
or ponce around doing
louis xiv swirls and scoffing
cakes like an antoinette -
of all people, the french are complain
that they can't keep up with
eastern european post-communists...
yeah, that 36 hour week must
be so difficult, esp. when you've
stopped scruffing yourself in:
"philosophy" over a *** and coffee;
poncy wankers... the 'ole lot of 'em!
yeah yeah, just ******* to
the gym to feel what "work" feels
like...
ask any roofer: you go to the gym?
and he'll reply:
  ever stuck your head into a boiler
filled with melted tar?
you wanna?
  **** smells like roses in winter,
it's kinda addictive, probably as safe
as sniffing glue, but you get the idea.
beards?!
  beards are menacing?
     oh, you're not tending to your
"garden"... ah, i see,
if i had two stumps for arms you'd
employ me, but if i had both
hands (and a beard) you'd reconsider...
this is great!
    i can't even be sarcastic about this:
arbeit macht frei all the way,
the grand export...
        vollbart macht
                        frei von arbeit -
hey, hey! it's my decision whether
i like seeing my double chin or not!
how's that translation coming along?
a beard makes you free from work?
woooo! and it ******* rhymes!
nice... pat on the head, matthias.