You should translate it back to english again.
That didn't seem to work out.
:/

I blame the Germans and their stupid language. Grrrr.

The red hair spiky way Einlageblatt all chips, which was lying on the table, smiled mischieviously his opponents. They snarled and a man accused of cheating in a kind of brutal manner; "Cheating has no excuse; Especially when it's my money on the line.
"There was a chorus of 'Yeahs and gender But the winner, Dimitri, simply shook his head with a smile abringen. However, the group appears to have enough get his chance, if that was what it once was. And they forced on Casino; And he would have had their escape handle, as if he felt.
Although this was not the case; He knew that during his stay in this beautiful city, he was sure they remember him for something other than his luck.
His brown eyes seem awfully cheerful despite his Step-outside the placeness.
And even though it was cold, all that was on his chest was a dark green shirt and black pants, his bare feet and blue, at this critical juncture.
He landed on his back and slid a bit in his fall, but still seemed a smile on her face.

Your Conscience is a German.
Don't be mean to Your Conscience.

My conscious is Turkish and you know it!

Actually, I don't know. I'm just guessing.
It'd be really cool if my conscious was like, Italian or something, though. Then he could make me pasta and stuff. Yum.

I mean Your Conscience.
Y'know. From CT.
He lives in Germany.
And speaks German.

Oh, yeah, I know. Well, I didn't know, but I knew him. Well, I didn't, y'know, know him know him, but I knew he existed. I just kind of ignored his existence.

I talk to him on MSN every once and a while.
It's not like we're good friends or anything, but he's nice.

o: Are you cheating on that Nick dude?
:/ You know too many people on MSN. I only have, like, three different people on my MSN thing.
My dog is sitting uncomfortably close to me.
I think he just wants to get in my pants.

XDD
No.
I just have been in massive chatrooms with people and I get a lot of people on MSN from that.
I seriously have like, thirty or forty contacts.

And your dog is a major pervert?
I didn't know that.
You should have told me that.
XD
Now I'm never going to look at dogs like that without laughing.
A lot.

I must get friends! Friends help.. with stuff..
sometimes..
I guess.
Yeah. Friends are important.
I hate it when we have to write those essays on like, how friends are important or why respect is important or that other crap. It's really boring, and I usually just end up lying.

He's looking at me with longing eyes.
"Let me lick your balls, Fil."

rofl.
Bestiality.

Me too. They're really stupid.
Or why being happy is good for your health.
Seriously, I want to beat up those kids who are happy 24/7.
They make me angry.

Some people spell it 'Beastiality.' It pisses me off.

There's this one really annoying girl in my class. Like, she always makes these really annoying sounds during class like, "Yay!" and "Aaw...." and she groans and stuff and it pisses me off.
And it's obvious the teachers don't favor her so much, either.

Fit her with a new pair of cement shoes.

At the bottom of the Red Sea?

Sure.
I don't care.
How are you going to get to the red sea?
Just dump her in a lake or something.
Or a pier.

Lalala~
I'm back. :D
Sorry, I had to babysit last night, and didn't have access to a computer until like, two minutes ago. xD
I've been busy, and before I fell asleep last night, I checked in on my uncle's computer, and found the CPU missing, and was like "WTF?" Luckily, it's back today, for some weird reason. o_O
-cough- <3<3

Well.
Hello, then.
Happy Saturday.

Wednesday is opposite day!

I can take a plane to the Middle East. That'd be fun and adventurous. You have to come, too. I can't smuggle a dead body by myself, you know. And you got me into this, dammit.

Got you into this?
You killed her.
D<

You encouraged me to do it.
Besides, I already got the cement shoes ready, dammit. Do you know how much this is riding on my conscience? He keeps yelling at me, and I can't understand German.

I thought your conscience was Turkish.
Mine is Scottish.
DX

Well he took a frikkin' German class, so there!
Now get on the first plane to New Jersey and then to NEw Zealand and then to the Middle East so we can dump the frikkin' body!
I swear, it's starting to rot, already.

But.
She only has cement shoes.
You were supposed to dump her in a lake with cement shoes.
Otherwise she has to walk around in cement shoes.
You aren't supposed to kill her.
That leaves evidence.
You're an /idiot./
You're out of my mafia.

Dammit, I hit her on the head with the cement shoes.
You should be more specific with your damned instructions!
Gaaah, it's like your speaking in my consciousness' language!

I don't speak German.
You can't read, Fil?
Jesus.
Learn.
Then you can re-join my mafia.
Idiot.