But to us it is not just of sensations, but rather Revuepassiererei. For, so lame I had imagined the past 4 weeks in advance, so they ran unexpectedly eventful.
First, I took the fuckers, the bowl also. Martin and I was so attracted to a Saturday the 11th with a tapered round to distant food Hoolsterhausen, and we followed the call of the seamen in the port as the prostitute. Locally we were received but nice Bichse, ugly Benjo and a Metro, but - I can anticipate - no cone puppet. was diced Instead, talk shop, drink cool Thor Steiner and leave my memory ... me as the whole pub was darkened, sparklers burned and was jointly voiced "Heal the world". Michael Jackson would be proud of us, DJ Biergerdi it was.
was a week later KORD-party zero-nine. Was good. What more can I ask not really tell, because as long as antanzen no strippers, no police called automatically (second to have been well maintained ever for the former ...) and it appears also to larger escapades is not a party either good or lame. And ours was good.
was again 7 days later an anniversary event at the Westphalia stadium because my favorite club is 100 years old, so about as old as I usually look on Sunday. Well, since I was doing nothing better, and some other similar figures, went to this event has been inspected and found to be deserted. It was funny in the end only because I am in good company was. Then we went to the place where a peace "Fan Fest" took place. Conclusion: I'm not a fan, because with 99% of the people present I have nothing in common. So I talked to the beer stand with the remaining 1%. That was nice!
Oh yes, yesterday attended Meike, Christian (only a half-time when he still had a haircut!) And I still moderate in fine weather a 0-0 draw against the Amas Braunschweig. Now, first again 10 days with real vinegar Gekicke since I will not go to pasture. It is so not 20 anymore ... After the Billy Goat's sacrifice on my part then enlightening.
Until then, heal the world
