Brief eines Bayern an die Nasa

Greet God,

I write you, because you must help me. I have seen your
Space Shuttle in the television. And so came me the idea to make
holidays in the world-room. Alone.

Without my crazy wife. I am the Kraxlhuber.
The King of Bavaria was my clock-clock grandfather. I
stand on a very bad foot with my wife. Always she shouts with me.
She has a shrill voice like a circle saw. She lets no good hair at
me. She says I am a Schlapp-tail.

She wants that I become
Bürgermaster. But I want not be Bürgermaster. I have nothing at
the hat with the political shit. I want my Ruah. And so I want
make holidays on the moon. Wizhout my bad half.But I take my dog
with me. He is a boxer. His name is Wurstl. So I want book a
flight in your next Space Shuttle.

But please give me not a window place. I would kotz you the rocket full, because I am not swindle-free. And no standing-place please... And please do not tell my wife that I want go alone. She has a big Shrot-gun. She would make a sieve from my ass. I need not much comfort.

A nice double-room with bath and kloo and heating. And windows with look to the earth. So I can look through my farglass and see my wife working
on the potatoe field. And I and my dog laugh us a branch ( häha).
We will kringel ourself before laughing ( höhöhöhö)! Is what loose
on the moon? I need worm weather and I hope the sun shines every
day. This is very good for my frost-boils.
With friendly Servus
Xaver