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In Oregon, about two kilometers from Mount Hood Highway 26 and about 40,9 mil east of Portland, is Brightwood Tavern. On Christmas Eve 2013 sat Otto Broker to a woman who we do not know the name of (or have forgotten). Eight Broker swedish chef was maybe between 50 and 60 years old. What we know is that he wore dungarees in denim, eyewear and had invented a machine that using half of centrifugal force could lift itself. In the middle of the bar stood a pool table, and Tiffany, who was made of dynamite, jumped around the pool table with strong beer, and though she was tired, she smiled and lived more than 110 percent up to the bar's motto: "Helping ugly people get laid since 1946, "although she was beautiful. Very pretty. She could have been a movie star, but she ignored it and said that she would retire to blush. Trucks blew out the front of the brown-red bar built of logs. A few dogs barking. Facial hair grayed and grew invisible. So did Otto Brokers beard, as he sat with his back against the wall just to the left of a Budweisser sign. Otto Broker said he worked at a factory in Portland, where he managed swedish chef two machines. One of the guests, who had walked to mil and visited the bar for the first time and had never met Eight Broker before, knew him beforehand. Guest knew that here was only rednecks and beatings swedish chef and guns ready to go by. So was the guest something to drink and watched a glance at the unknown. Otto said he experimented with electronics at home. He made the 1980s a robot that could monitor an entire house. It looked like a trash can, ran from room to room, looked if everything was ok, no thieves or bandits. Otto sold about 50 robots, and only two, he had to provide swedish chef service on the side. The woman against Otto Broker let his gaze melt down over the little table that protruded from the wall under Budweisser sign, and the way she disappeared. Otto said he worked for the company Precision Cast Parts Inc. in Portland. Friday before he had produced items for a value of one million dollars. - What if you make a mistake? - I do not make mistakes, said Otto. Otto Broker, jet engine and inventor, said he dreamed of making a magnetic motor. He would have to take a piece of paper in use, if he were to explain all the principles behind the engine. But it was about utilizing swedish chef magnetic fields. - There is already someone who has made it, but I just want to make it better, he said. Otto had the distant look that dreamers have. His world was much larger than Brightwood Tavern. - So, you know about computers? swedish chef - Oh, yeah, said Otto and pulled the sleeve of his Dickies jacket up. Under the jacket saved Otto Broker a clock. The clock had apps as a smart phone. Otto pulled what looked like a small nail forward and tapped the screen before he started talking about flying cars. Otto Broker had developed a principle that could get a car to ease by centrifugal force, he said. The car was designed so that only one half of the centrifugal force was used, and so it was therefore possible to get a car to ease, he explained. - Half? How? - Oh, you're smart enough to even figure it out. Prototypes had few mil away, followed by Otto Brokers eyes hovered. The woman's gaze floated out on the tabletop to Otto Broker who sat next to the table and looked out into space. His attention was as the sum of the wire, and he sucked the whole bar into his thoughts magnetic field. At the door kept a blue Mini Cooper guard. It looked like Mickey Mouse.
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In Oregon, about two kilometers from Mount Hood Highway 26 and about 40,9 mil east of Portland, is Brightwood Tavern. On Christmas Eve 2013 sat Otto Broker to a woman who we do not know the name of (or have forgotten). Eight Broker swedish chef was maybe between 50 and 60 years old. What we know is that he wore dungarees in denim, eyewear and had invented a machine that using half of centrifugal force could lift itself. In the middle of the bar stood a pool table, and Tiffany, who was made of dynamite, jumped around the pool table with strong beer, and though she was tired, she smiled and lived more than 110 percent up to the bar's motto: "Helping ugly people get laid since 1946, "although she was beautiful. Very pretty. She could have been a movie star, but she ignored it and said that she would retire to blush. Trucks blew out the front of the brown-red bar built of logs. A few dogs barking. Facial hair grayed and grew invisible. So did Otto Brokers beard, as he sat with his back against the wall just to the left of a Budweisser sign. Otto Broker said he worked at a factory in Portland, where he managed swedish chef two machines. One of the guests, who had walked to mil and visited the bar for the first time and had never met Eight Broker before, knew him beforehand. Guest knew that here was only rednecks and beatings swedish chef and guns ready to go by. So was the guest something to drink and watched a glance at the unknown. Otto said he experimented with electronics at home. He made the 1980s a robot that could monitor an entire house. It looked like a trash can, ran from room to room, looked if everything was ok, no thieves or bandits. Otto sold about 50 robots, and only two, he had to provide swedish chef service on the side. The woman against Otto Broker let his gaze melt down over the little table that protruded from the wall under Budweisser sign, and the way she disappeared. Otto said he worked for the company Precision Cast Parts Inc. in Portland. Friday before he had produced items for a value of one million dollars. - What if you make a mistake? - I do not make mistakes, said Otto. Otto Broker, jet engine and inventor, said he dreamed of making a magnetic motor. He would have to take a piece of paper in use, if he were to explain all the principles behind the engine. But it was about utilizing swedish chef magnetic fields. - There is already someone who has made it, but I just want to make it better, he said. Otto had the distant look that dreamers have. His world was much larger than Brightwood Tavern. - So, you know about computers? swedish chef - Oh, yeah, said Otto and pulled the sleeve of his Dickies jacket up. Under the jacket saved Otto Broker a clock. The clock had apps as a smart phone. Otto pulled what looked like a small nail forward and tapped the screen before he started talking about flying cars. Otto Broker had developed a principle that could get a car to ease by centrifugal force, he said. The car was designed so that only one half of the centrifugal force was used, and so it was therefore possible to get a car to ease, he explained. - Half? How? - Oh, you're smart enough to even figure it out. Prototypes had few mil away, followed by Otto Brokers eyes hovered. The woman's gaze floated out on the tabletop to Otto Broker who sat next to the table and looked out into space. His attention was as the sum of the wire, and he sucked the whole bar into his thoughts magnetic field. At the door kept a blue Mini Cooper guard. It looked like Mickey Mouse.
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