Frau Brönimann

[Strange Wings]

Has anyone seen my vacuum cleaner?
I seem to have lost it somewhere in the dephts of the forum.

Anybody?

No?!

Alright, nevermind. I'll keep on searchin' then.

[fafner]

Tremble mere mortals, the terribly feared Frau Bronimann, Master of the Vacuum Cleaners of Doom, is back

[jeffbert]

When I was little, I was deathly afraid of vacuum cleaners, & just about any other noisy appliances. I have no memory of a fear of the lawn mower, though.

I remember seeing a Mighty Mouse cartoon, in which the mean ol' cats had built a cross between an army tank, a serpent, & a vacuum cleaner. The thing rolled upon tracks, had a long serpentine neck, and inhaled mice by the dozens. Inside it, was a packaging machine that put the mice into egg crate-type boxes, labelled grade A Mice. it had a face, & after inhaling MM, it licked its chops. Seeing this cartoon only worsened my fear. Further worsening of the fear came from a Felix the Cat cartoon, in which the bad guy, sucked the hero into a vacuum cleaner, with only his head exposed.

[Strange Wings]

Like I mentioned earlier in the 'harassing thread (t)', my experiences with vacuum cleaners weren't that bad. Till age 8 they used to give me some thrills, alas, afterwards I hated them with a passion. Thanks to the late Ernest Brönimann (R.I.P.), ceased unloved husband of Frau Brönimann, who had done his best to drive us studying kids stock-raving-mad with his gasoline powered sucker device. All his cleanings just had to be done during our lessons of course. <_<

I actually raised this thread with the intention for revisiting our dear lady Ms. Brönimann, but apparently she's got plenty of other cleanings to do in some other forums.
Lucky her!
Well, I apologised myself to her (though I still don't know what for actually), hence since then she'd become quiet. Too quiet!

Frau Brönimann, my dear honey-bunny, old battle axe, where art thou?
Get your ol' vacuum cleaner over here again!

[fafner]

Nooooo !!!
Don't summon the daemon please :wacko:

Ah! no! Too late!
Where is my secret weapon...
<searching quickly in pockets>
<exhibiting a paper with 4 dot-separated numbers>
Here is your IP address e-daemon! Dispear now! :angry:
<cavernous voice> This is not my IP address for it is not static, I have reconnected since last time! Mwaahahhahahhhahh! Tremble mere mortal! :wahah:
Damned! <searching in pockets with frenzy>
<exhibiting another paper> This is the last one! Goeth back to the vacuum between dimensions whence thou cometh from! :angry:
<beginning to spin and emit mist> NOOOOO!!! That is not possible! I can't be vanquished!
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!!!!!!!! <slurp - sucked by the Dimensional Vacuum Cleaner>
<mist slowly finishes falling to the ground>

Oh, sorry for the very bad orthograph of the final incantation I have a terrible insomnia ( 4 AM here ) so I write very badly

[Strange Wings]

You mean, online stalkers can be compared to vampires?

IP Adress = Garlic or wooden stake with hammer
Vampires = Frau Brönimann
Transsylvania = Astroboy-online forum

Interesting thought, but a bit tough for Ms. Brönimann.

[fafner]

Originally posted by Louis'74@Sep 11 2004, 03:53 PM
Transsylvania = Astroboy-online forum

Actually I think Transsylvania can be everywhere