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Gefährlich ist das nur mit dem deutschen Staubsauger-Modell "Kobold". Da gab es schon Kastrationen.
This is only dangerous with the German hoover model "Kobold". There have already been castrations.
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âCharlie, Iâm sorry to tell you that your vacuum cleaner is broken. I think youâll need a new one,â my maidâs note said. Annie had been a wonderful weekly maid for me for about 15 years, so I had no doubt that she was telling me the truth. In fact, the only frustration I ever had with her is that she -- as blonde, busty, curvy and gorgeous as she is -- wouldnât wear a frilly little French maidâs outfit while she was working. She said it made her too self-conscious. Still, even that was no big deal.
âIf I were you, Iâd call that Sucking Maid company for an in-home vacuum demonstration,â her note continued. âTheir vacuums are expensive, but theyâre worth it, and Iâd sure appreciate having a nicer machine to use around here. I hear their demonstrators are sexy ladies, too. You might actually have some fun inviting one over! JK. See you next week.â
This was proof that after 15 years, Annie knew me even better than I knew myself. Iâm a single executive. Money is no big deal for me, but time is. So Annieâs suggestion made perfect sense. I could skip shopping and buy Annie the vacuum she deserved.
The in-home demonstration came that Saturday. And It was an experience Iâll never forget. The doorbell rang at my penthouse apartment. When I opened the door, I couldnât believe my eyes. There stood Annie.
But this time, Annie wasnât wearing her unflattering stained house maidâs rags. She wasnât wearing her hair up in a ponytail with a do-rag over top. She wasnât wearing worn out, dirty sneakers. Annieâs hair now was curled. She was wearing makeup. She was wearing high heels. And she was wearing a form-fitting blue dress covered by a matching coat that boasted a thick, white fox fur collar.
âAnnie, you look amazing!â I said. âI wasnât expecting you again until next week, and as luck would have it, Iâm awaiting that in-home vacuum demonstration you suggested.â
âGood afternoon, sir!â Annie responded in her smooth, sexy, smoky voice. âAre you Mr. Jones? Iâm here to show you how a Sucking Maid can suck your dirty troubles away!â
She winked and smiled. I was a little confused, but it was obvious that she was trying for some supplemental income with a sales job that certainly suited her expertise. I returned her smile and welcomed her in.
I admired her form from front to back as she walked through my door, trailing an impressive-looking upright vacuum with her. It looked like something a hotel maid would use. It had a metal façade and a cloth dirt bag that said âSucking Maid Heavy Dutyâ on it.
Annie also had a small suitcase with her. She reached into the suitcase with a gloved hand. When she pulled out her hand, she had a fist full of down feathers, dust bunnies, potting soil and filth. I could only imagine what all was in her hand. She dropped the dusty mess on my floor.
âThis mess would choke and kill a normal vacuum cleaner,â Annie said. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she dumped more and more fistfuls on my floor.
âIf I were you, Iâd call that Sucking Maid company for an in-home vacuum demonstration,â her note continued. âTheir vacuums are expensive, but theyâre worth it, and Iâd sure appreciate having a nicer machine to use around here. I hear their demonstrators are sexy ladies, too. You might actually have some fun inviting one over! JK. See you next week.â
This was proof that after 15 years, Annie knew me even better than I knew myself. Iâm a single executive. Money is no big deal for me, but time is. So Annieâs suggestion made perfect sense. I could skip shopping and buy Annie the vacuum she deserved.
The in-home demonstration came that Saturday. And It was an experience Iâll never forget. The doorbell rang at my penthouse apartment. When I opened the door, I couldnât believe my eyes. There stood Annie.
But this time, Annie wasnât wearing her unflattering stained house maidâs rags. She wasnât wearing her hair up in a ponytail with a do-rag over top. She wasnât wearing worn out, dirty sneakers. Annieâs hair now was curled. She was wearing makeup. She was wearing high heels. And she was wearing a form-fitting blue dress covered by a matching coat that boasted a thick, white fox fur collar.
âAnnie, you look amazing!â I said. âI wasnât expecting you again until next week, and as luck would have it, Iâm awaiting that in-home vacuum demonstration you suggested.â
âGood afternoon, sir!â Annie responded in her smooth, sexy, smoky voice. âAre you Mr. Jones? Iâm here to show you how a Sucking Maid can suck your dirty troubles away!â
She winked and smiled. I was a little confused, but it was obvious that she was trying for some supplemental income with a sales job that certainly suited her expertise. I returned her smile and welcomed her in.
I admired her form from front to back as she walked through my door, trailing an impressive-looking upright vacuum with her. It looked like something a hotel maid would use. It had a metal façade and a cloth dirt bag that said âSucking Maid Heavy Dutyâ on it.
Annie also had a small suitcase with her. She reached into the suitcase with a gloved hand. When she pulled out her hand, she had a fist full of down feathers, dust bunnies, potting soil and filth. I could only imagine what all was in her hand. She dropped the dusty mess on my floor.
âThis mess would choke and kill a normal vacuum cleaner,â Annie said. Her smile got bigger and bigger as she dumped more and more fistfuls on my floor.