Since I'm already in the general blog coverage lagging behind, like almost all Bundesliga teams target their season, here are just a few bars to Pokalaus against Offenbach.
The travel day began entertaining at work because I wanted to bring my colleagues interested in the pseudo-Pokallos of BVBS closer. I told him, namely, that I would soon leave for the evening so I get to my bus by 16 clock, and then to enter said Hesse province, after which he critically bargain looked ... 16 clock ... that could be close ... he was sure that the comfort with an aircraft but impossible to create a bus to 20:30 clock would. When I assured him again that you could cope with the car so well in 2.5 hours, the road to open stream, he implored Google Maps, and drew again. This went down 10 minutes and so forth before Mr random (first name Reiner) intervened and disclose that he was not speaking of Offenbach Offenburg but the Saarland. Haha. Ironically, he was right - we did it that is NOT in time for kickoff.
was anyway to see it curious that all the buses started BVBS the clock by 15, only the selected by the KORD Youth Fellowship of the "big B" s was probably being considered a short cut and timed the descent at 16 clock. So we crept gene Offenbach and then reached in time for kick-off the visitors' parking. On the trip was provided by the obscene music selection (BVB-old hits to the oh-so Böhse Onkelz) for the amusement of the KORD Group, today from Timo, Jan, stoning and me. Matching the sounds were a few old, bald, and schwersttätowierte böhse fellows behind us, the Jan happen in Frankfurt (am Main, Mr) pushed in the following dialogue:
uncle What do you see out there?
Jan: The skyline of Frankfurt !
uncle Wrong! This is Jewish! Everything Jewish! Even the German bank is Jewish!
Jan: Oh, I did not know that! Thank you!
Who would have thought that this would mutate to form Tripp trip? So thanks to the Big B, we will travel troupe history interested pensioners or scouts try. Once in Aryan
Offenbach jostled by stoning and I have been able too full admission control and saw a lame, barren game that was lost in a penalty shoot-out embarrassing. Eleven of the novel only held the W. I will stay positive in his mind. The return journey I slept happily complete without tribute to the Jewish town of even a glance. In this case I would still really interested in whether Meica sausages are kosher ...
tucked away the kick in Mainz I (unfortunately), instead I watched the match with some comrades in BarRock from where we then set off in the Westphalia Hall 1. There, we celebrated with 10,000 Besuffskies the pole position of the BVB in the hit-total party. Well, now that I have sometimes seen live Roberto Blanco, in February, the flippers, and then I lack only Heino. Here's a little puzzle that you should please solve without Google: who knows 3 Roberto Blanco Hits? No cover versions of old, well-known songs, no, own hits! I came to 2, I have to admit finally that it is actually 3.
A successful weekend was held so long to the sounds of Mickie Krause end. Tomorrow we go to Paris, and I'm going to fast investigate how the coffee is Jewish. Au revoir!
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