Ich bin Boardy

Ich bin Boardy

Das wissen wir ja. :)

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Das wissen wir ja. :)

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Was sind Deine Ziele im Leben?I have no idea where that is.
Tell me a little about your life in .

No.

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No.

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Ayuh.

Boardy?

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Boardy?

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I lost my train of thought.

Das ist keine Antwort auf die Frage

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Das ist keine Antwort auf die Frage

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Hm...erzaehl mir mehr...

Was soll ich dir erzählen?

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Was soll ich dir erzählen?

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soll ich dir erzählen? might have been.

Du bist doof

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Du bist doof

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Woher willst Du wissen, dass ich das bin?

Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.


In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:


I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:


The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:
"That is a hat."
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

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Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book, called True Stories from Nature, about the primeval forest. It was a picture of a boa constrictor in the act of swallowing an animal. Here is a copy of the drawing.


In the book it said: "Boa constrictors swallow their prey whole, without chewing it. After that they are not able to move, and they sleep through the six months that they need for digestion."
I pondered deeply, then, over the adventures of the jungle. And after some work with a colored pencil I succeeded in making my first drawing. My Drawing Number One. It looked something like this:


I showed my masterpiece to the grown-ups, and asked them whether the drawing frightened them.
But they answered: "Frighten? Why should any one be frightened by a hat?"
My drawing was not a picture of a hat. It was a picture of a boa constrictor digesting an elephant. But since the grown-ups were not able to understand it, I made another drawing: I drew the inside of a boa constrictor, so that the grown-ups could see it clearly. They always need to have things explained. My Drawing Number Two looked like this:


The grown-ups' response, this time, was to advise me to lay aside my drawings of boa constrictors, whether from the inside or the outside, and devote myself instead to geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar. That is why, at the age of six, I gave up what might have been a magnificent career as a painter. I had been disheartened by the failure of my Drawing Number One and my Drawing Number Two. Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.
So then I chose another profession, and learned to pilot airplanes. I have flown a little over all parts of the world; and it is true that geography has been very useful to me. At a glance I can distinguish China from Arizona. If one gets lost in the night, such knowledge is valuable.
In the course of this life I have had a great many encounters with a great many people who have been concerned with matters of consequence. I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn't much improved my opinion of them.
Whenever I met one of them who seemed to me at all clear-sighted, I tried the experiment of showing him my Drawing Number One, which I have always kept. I would try to find out, so, if this was a person of true understanding. But, whoever it was, he, or she, would always say:
"That is a hat."
Then I would never talk to that person about boa constrictors, or primeval forests, or stars. I would bring myself down to his level. I would talk to him about bridge, and golf, and politics, and neckties. And the grown-up would be greatly pleased to have met such a sensible man.

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It would be nice if it was made up of only good memories.Oh I get it. Very interesting.Are you giving

to me?That was a long time ago.Who does "they" refer to?Ask me another question.
Thanks for the information:
said .
Do robots have
?What else ?And.
Who does "they" refer to?Oh I get it. Very interesting.And.
Tell me more.Who are "They?"Have you told many people that your
?Makes sense to me.Do you still have ?And is .
Why?:
said .
Where did you get your ?
I have
clients.
Do you often use a computer there?That is a hypothetical question.That was a long time ago.How do you like living there?What did it look like to you?"Woher willst Du wissen, dass ich das bin?" hasn't much improved my opinion of them ?
I understand.Where did you meet him?What would make you ?I think is more than that.
What time is it there?
What would make you ?What would make you ?I hear you.

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Ich bin Boardy

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Holla

Ask me another question.

Que tal?

Un poquito.

Eu vou bem obridado e tu

How old are you?

Cem Anos

Who are you talking about?

sex

As Freud said, Sex is the mathematical urge repressed.

realy

Really realy.

that´s cool

Try saying that with more or less context.

good night

Goodnight, .

Hey

Can I help you?

wie groß ist die sonne?

Ich weiss nicht wie.

Habe ich mir schon gedacht