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Der Teufel scheißt immer auf den größten Haufen


Here we have some fine looking cockatoos grazing at the top of a hill. I wanted to get a photograph of a smaller mob of galahs, but they weren't playing ball. I think that they were playing gin, but maybe that was just the effect of the gin I'd been drinking.

You might remember that all through last week I was asking some very important questions, they're still open for for answers, but I will start reflecting upon them soon, so don't miss having your say. So, whether it is your favourite accents, your ideal gang name, thumbs up or thumbs down on flags , the casting couch for the most appropriate movie star, or indeed the tastiest creature on god's green Earth, click on the link and vent your spleen.

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FRances said…
Kris roddy would like to know what the heading of your post means today please.
Kris McCracken said…
Literally, it is a German saying that means "the devil always shits on the biggest pile". People translate it as something like "money makes money".
Dan said…
Your post title sounds like something Luther would say!
Kris McCracken said…
Dan, he probably did!

I always interpret it as "the rich get richer..."
Kunterbunt said…
There are always two of them, so that it looks as if they had two wings or so (I have definitely NOT drunk gin ;-)
And your headline that's a German proverb, expressing that someone who has already a lot of money or luck, will get more.

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