He doesn't yet know that his bed is a trapdoor that leads directly into the oven.
I wish everyone a fat Walpurgis Night!
He doesn't yet know that his bed is a trapdoor that leads directly into the oven.
I wish everyone a fat Walpurgis Night!
He wonders if I want to put him on a diet because I'm arriving with an apple at lunch. But I want to put him in the oven now because I'm expecting guests for a pork dinner in the evening.
I love the face when a well-fattened Hansel learns that he's not going to get food, but will become food. He is now ready for the oven.
„Ja-a? Muss ich da hungern?“
„Nein, aber hast du schon mal eine Gans im Ofen gesehen, wie sie dünner wird, weil das Fett rausläuft?“
"Hansel I know a special fat elimination cure."
"Yes-a? Do I have to starve there?"
"No, but have you ever seen a goose in the oven get thinner because the fat runs out?"
"Aren't you fat as a pig begging for a spit?" He laughs and rubs his belly, thinking I'm joking. I announce to him a spit roast for tomorrow. He is now looking forward to it without suspecting that he will be the roast on the spit.
Da hat sich jemand selbst zur Weihnachtsgans gefressen.
"I ate so much over the holidays that I got a really fat belly." "Oh don't worry! At 180 degrees in the oven, the fat will melt and fry you up nice and crispy."
Someone has eaten themselves into a Christmas goose.
My brother was in financial trouble. So I bought his gluttonous sons Hansel and Gregor from him. Whose food almost drove him to ruin. What were the two surprised when I rolled them in the oven.
My good-for-nothing roommate quickly discovered that college was too hard for him. He didn't tell his parents, though, so he keeps getting their money. He just sits around and eats whatever I put in front of him. Today is harvest time.
Frohe Walpurgisnacht!
Happy Walpurgis Night!
"Hansel can you help me check the heat of the oven." "Is there anything to eat afterwards?" "Yes, there will be food afterwards." - For me!
Frohe Walpurgisnacht!
Happy Walpurgis Night!