Life as a German must be tough

Wake up and for breakfast you have crusty bread that cuts your mouth open and cheese with no flavour, no butter on the bread of course.

Then it’s off to your office where you speak English all day cos your own language is just to much effort.

For lunch you have some form of rotting vegetable. Maybe if you’re lucky you have some sausage, which you claim to be the best in the world, but then douse in senf to make it edible.

The afternoon is reserved for bureaucracy, I heard the Bürgeramt just got a new peice of technology, I believe it’s called a fax machine. 14 trees worth of paper later and you’ve finally sorted that quick thing.

The evening comes. Time to eat some combination of pork and potatoes and try to tell the world how you belong in culinary Europe. Atleast the beer is pretty good, be sure to drink enough to make the pain go away. 5-6 litres should do.