“What does not destroy me, makes me stronger. Unless someone cuts off one of my arms, knocks me out, staunches the blood flow and then surgically re-attaches the arm backwards so my hand is constantly poking into me – Gott im Himmel!”
“What does not destroy me, makes me stronger. Unless someone cuts off one of my arms, knocks me out, staunches the blood flow and then surgically re-attaches the arm backwards so my hand is constantly poking into me – Gott im Himmel!”