My colleagues still tease me about a typo I made 10 years ago. I had intended to permit the building of a big carp pond - Kar
pfenteich in my language.
Due to an unfortunate typo it became a Kra
pfenteich, a donut-pond.
That's a great story. What breed of donuts was he planning on stocking? Chocolate-glazed?
We are all the sum of our tears. Too little and the ground is not fertile, and nothing can grow there. Too much, and the best of us is washed away.