I hope you did not find what you were looking for

I hope that it does not make me a bad person, actually I have several arguments (I would say strong arguments) that I am not a bad person:

One: I have the dignity to hide it when I laugh of people falling on their butt on the ice.
Two: When the punker-burglars on the main station runs after me asking for money (that they end up using on beer, beer and more beer) I do not ask them to fuck off. (I know, readers, an impressive amount of self-control)
Three:  When Jehovah's Witnesses ring the doorbell, I do not slam the door in their faces.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? "What is she even doing still? She has clearly proved her goodness already." I could have listed a million reasons why I'm not a bad person, but I have better ways to spend my time. Old readers already know that I'm a giver, and for new readers: I'm a giver. So the whole "Is Trolldis a bad or good person" is not really a question anymore, agreed?

... either way, I still hope you didn't find what you were looking for - this applies to people finding my blog through searching terms like "panties made in Germany", "drunk Germans Lederhosen", "men in manties", and the terms "drunk German" and "lederhosen" in more combinations then you even would think existed, and when it includes the word "sexy", even more combinations come into light . Because - if you did search terms like this, and you did find what you were looking for, this automatically makes statement about my blog, that I would prefer was never made. Not only about my blog, but subsequently me as a blogger. If I were even half as fascinated with panties, and then especially manties, as most of my readers (ok, so not "readers", more "most of the random people stumbling randomly upon my blog searching random, and at times pervy words") I would personally send applications to the nearest psychowards begging them to take me in and fix my head, and I believe I would also get a spot pretty fast. We're talking sick, sick fetishes, ladies and gentlemen. I will not give you any percentage of pervy hits here, those of you who know me personally probably know that my strongest talents are not within maths, those of you who do not: I suck in maths. But who needs maths when they are such pure, good souls?

This a final proof of my striking lack of intelligence. What do you all think happens when writing a blog-post containing words that already bring many doubtful individuals to finding my blog? That's right, it is even more likely that these terms lead to my blog. If I continue like this I'll come before "manties.net" when someone search "manties" on Google. So, the chances are doubled that mantie- and lederhosen-lovers, people wanting sexy drunk Germans on Octoberfest, and other pervs end up right here. Plus, in this blog-post I also applied the word "butt" and "Jehovas Witness" - are we talking a fucked up new fetish? I will be sure to announce when someone stumbled upon my blog with these words. And if you're the person: Hi there, please send me a mail and let me write a blog about you. Love, Trolldis.

I suppose it's time to go to bed before I manage to write more crap, or fall asleep on my keyboard and post a blog written uniquely with my head, perhaps assisted by my nose.

Good night, dear readers! See you next time, then I'll try not to be overly tired and write crap. Promise. :)

My boyfriend comes from Bavaria

In the process of getting to know people, there are always certain questions that always turns up. A dialogue could be something like this...

Where are you from?  
I'm from Norway


Why are you studying in Germany then? 
 (long answer, irrelevant for blog-post)

Where do you live?                                                
(no, rapists out there, this info I will not give you)


Huh?? You live with your boyfriend?
Yes, I do.


How did you meet?
(long answer, irrelevant for blog-post)

Is he from Leipzig?                                                
No, he is just studying here.

Where then?                                                          
He's from Bavaria.

Oh.......

Believe me, the "oh" is always followed by a very awkward, silent moment. And sure, I get it. Bavaria equals fat guys in Lederhosen drinking litres and litres of beer, right? Speaking a dialect of German that no Germans really understands. So, the guy who brought my heart, and therefore me, to Germany looks like this:

Picture from here.

This is why I understand the awkward, silent moment. Cause in the minds of whoever asked me the questions, thoughts are wandering around, and all of them officially declares me as crazy. I'll be the one with the stamp in the forehead saying "I left my home-country for a fat guy in Lederhosen".

So, it has come to a point where I always have to throw in a sentence after saying that he's from Bavaria. But he's not all weird! Really! I do not think anyone believes me. I actually think saying he's from Yemen would bring less reactions. Crazy.

Next time somebody asks, he's from Frankfurt : D You know, I'm a lazy soul, so this is strictly to save me from the argue, and the awkward moments. Who likes those anyway?

Have a nice evening :)

Plenty of reasons to love Germany, Part 2

I'm just gonna continue on my 'reasons to love Germany'. Here's part one.

4) Gesundheit!

The fact that when you sneeze, everyone says "gesundheit!" (=German "bless you") to you. Everyone. Even strangers. It's kinda (very) cosy when you're on a metalfestival and release a maajor sneeze in the tent, followed by 10 different voices screaming "GESUNDHEIT" to you from outside. At times it almost seems like it's a competition going on, the one who says "gesundheit" first wins. It's cosy.. simply :)

I was a week in Norway now, sneezed plenty of times, and not once did I hear a "bless you". Not once. Weird that a small "nothing" like that makes me miss Deutschland.

5) Stefan Raab

Now, ladies and dudes, take a look to the handsome man on your right. Looks like a charming man, right? That's Stefan Raab.Known for for example his shows Tv Total, Schlag den Raab and Schlag den Star. All shows that I love to watch when I'm in lovely Deutschland.

Schlag den Raab and Schlag den Star is really superb entertaining. In Schlag den Raab normal people sign up for a competition towards Raab in 15 different thingies, when they win they win money, when Raab wins.. he wins.. respect? Schlag den Star is the same thing, just that they compete towards other celebs. Usually these shows lasts for hours and hours, and they are really.. kickass. Shame it's sent so damn rarely!

On Tv Total he probably met all the people in the world worth to meet also. Cool, cool. My favourite is when he meets Will Smith.. Here's a lil' nice vid showing that meeting.



Ah, uh-uh, yeah. Stefan Raab ist echt toll.

6) Lederhosen

The people who follows my blog probably knows already my feelings towards Lederhosen. If you're new, then this quote from a previous blog-post will cover it ut nicely.

HAHAHAHA!

Lederhosen is a own source of happiness and joy for me. The word in itself brings me joy, people who talks about it brings me joy, and pictures of it brings me joy.

I've also previously talked about Lederhosen in my blog here and here. So as you probably understand , I just can't get enough. If I get rich someday I'll buy Lederhosen to hang on the walls. It will be my altar.

It's a reason to love Germany, cause of the things I said before, and cause it's so damn GERMAN.

Willkommen in Lederhose

Some time ago we drived past a place called Lederhose... HAHAHAHHAHA. I still laugh about that. How can someone in his/her right mind name a place for Lederhose? For those who does not know, Lederhosen is something like "leather pants", but it sounds so, so, so, SO much better in German. The word Lederhosen is an own source of happiness for me, God knows (I seriously doubt that, just an expression y'know) how many hours I spent laughing of that word. Lederhosen. Lederhosen. Lederhosen. You could make a poem with just the word Lederhosen. Or even a whole book of poems (I'd buy it, I swear).

Anyway, so now the point is that there is a place in Germany named that. Lederhose. Imagine when sending a letter to someone in Lederhose. Adresses sound quite funny, even without the name. Hohohoho, if there's a Friedbert in Lederhose then I'd wanna meet him to get a signed picture or something like that.

Friedbert Dickmann
Hauptstraße 1
07589 Lederhose

I kinda wanna try just for funsies. I could send them a request for autograph, so if there's really someone I'll win something out of the situation. I'd frame it, put it on the wall, and everytime my day is sad, I take a glance on the picture. My own little altar of happiness. Great idea, Trolldis!

Blablabla, didn´t wanna write anything long, just wanna share this fun name with people. Oh my.. I have to go on holidays there sometime. Maybe on my honeymoon when I get married, or maybe I should simply move there. Hohohoo. ANYWAY. Good evening and stuff! :)

When it comes to Lederhosen and the nationalday in Norway

Do you see any equalty between the following picture...

and this one?

I guess the answer is yes? I see that the first picture is x-years older than the second, and that the first one is in the city, and the second one in the middle of nowhere... aand other things. But equalties, EQUALTIES.

Here goes:

1) A "train" of people. (don't know a English word to cover that nicely, sorry for that)
2) National suits.
3) Flags*

* would be equal if I would have found a better picture as my first picture...

Does anyone know what is on these two pictures? Neh?

The first one is from Octoberfest in Germany. So beer, beer, beer. Party, party, party. Drunk bavarians in Lederhosen everywhere. (Lederhosen, hohohoh)

The second picture is from the Norwegian nationalday. The 17th of May, the day where Norway once in the time got free from Sweden. Or was it Denmark? (I really should know this o.O).. Not that it matters now. It's the Norwegian nationalday, period.

What I find funny is that Germans celebrate beer like Norway celebrates freedom. In the exact same way. The flags, the national suits, the "trains" (they just said on telly here in Germany that the train in Munich today was 7 Km. SEVEN KM WITH DRUNK PEOPLE IN LEDERHOSEN ((heheheh, Lederhosen))!). And yes, the tv-coverage. I don't know how many channels sends things about Octoberfest here in Germany, like we do at the 17th of May in Norway, with the clown.. eh.. king, waving from a balcony and stuff.

So what does that say about Germany?

(Lederhosen?.. Nein.. Bier)

What a lovable country. Drunk Germans is more interesting than the waving clown, eh.. king, any day! Man how I love Germany!

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And here is a little extra treat, for my dear readers. A picture... of a dude in Lederhosen. HAHA:

Good evening!