Saturday, August 29, 2009

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last night ... oh you alert ... legendary in the true sense of the word. And so I'm not the only one who can still tell his grandchildren about it, I write it down so that even the others can remember.

After the early evening was marked by a bomb alert - the Janos is calling "Why can one go with you no longer on the fire place", I down to go and look, and lo and behold: There are six police officers for a green box next to the post and look around. IF there was a bomb in it WOULD because some people would come to much harm. You have it then but after snooping through a dog just so packed and it was For me, clearly visible, at least a white T-shirt or vest in it, but no explosives. Not spectacular, I would then have a little bit what worked.

After making some nonsense with the AK then I'm running to Janos, the startled first rough when he saw my face emerge from the night and almost fell out the window. But if he is not, instead I was able to present in the kitchen yet rich in content to Maik's evening acquaintance from the Scarabee from the day before: rather something moppel rather not so nice, seemed rather drunk when she and Maik's arm around the wide waist by the building site Seltersweg wavered. Because we think that no longer visually wanted, we were rather in Janos' car, Uli, Jan and Mo back on the rear seat, front Janos and I - I, as always, left front. First impudence of the evening at the petrol in the green Berger: To late because there's still no reduction of the baked goods price. Instead, we went to a birthday somewhere behind the Hellas. With the arrival because I was feeling spontaneous or three years older: Was an 18th Birthday, looked at the three-quarters of the guests as if they could grade with great difficulty even legally get beer at the gas station. And where are we in grade beer: When we arrived - and that was non too late - the supply of alcohol tended to zero. That to me is basically not a problem I know but what it does with my colleagues. After less spectacular for some time we decided to crash the party in other known Wieseck and see what's going on.


Well, we did. Allen back in the car, from the BBQ Hut to Wieseck. And here, even less was happening than the other party, which is there but alcohol. This was the plan: We had to connect the two parties, and since we do not have enough vehicle capacity, had the guests of the other party all to cart after Wieseck - and all would not have been old enough to drive themselves - we had probably unfortunately alk to take. The motor already had his eyes when incomes the Sangriaeimer thrown, but was rejected as too risky. Instead, wandered all open liquor bottles first to be recognized under our bank. It was fortunate that no one bothered because we knew more or less no bad at this party ... but this in about a quarter of an hour repeatedly went to the car. Someone took cigarettes from the car - turned out that his pants were caught in two liquor bottles. We have better times then left in the car. Someone wanted to bring his jacket to the car - and when we were there was to him but then so cold that he just leave his bottle of vodka as needed. At some point we then decided that was enough now, but still wanted our masterpiece . Make So waiting for someone (you notice that I have the anonymous genius?) With the engine in the car, to within a very short time all the people, loaded with beer and liquor re-entry - and then off for it. Only when a group member had to drink rum with one of the hosts to avoid detection, it was hairy ... but this cliff we sailed round safely and we celebrated on the way to Shell gas station itself violently.

From there it went first to the Ben home, because the fine gentleman had to do it before anything other than make us party. Let me put what not. As punishment he was placed in the luggage space under the tarp and could not make a sound to give of himself to us at the party were. There was now, unfortunately, the number of guests declined significantly, which the boys was thanks to the newly filled reservoir alcohol pretty latte (me really well, previously I did not already). With a little bit here and there and it went on to tralala ... well, until the Lord Percy Beaucoup snaps. The dream was top scorer fact have a new nickname, and was of the opinion that "water cannon" sounds pretty dangerous. And since he has just anyway 'nen five liter Volvic tank thrown around, which not only made a few party guests pretty wet, but also the father of the host so in Rage said that the party was dismantled again. Smoking pot, drinking, loud music - yes. Throw water - No. Nevertheless, it is pretty funny, because no bad one but me had noticed that Percy had thrown ... So he and I were a little off and giggled the whole time. Hihi.

but we had to go, so everyone from the car and hit. Something scraped shabby but stop on the asphalt, which (pff sissies) brought the others to bring me to. Outside, it looked a ... And just look at one on the lower floors had lowered himself. A screw was still, as she'd be Olli Kahn in a penalty shootout and was not going on the thing. So we stood on a dirt road somewhere better in the suburbs Pampa and had shit on the car. Highlight the situation was the rotzvolle Jan, who could do nothing more, in the open window every three minutes to go and shouted, "What going on here then why are we going ok?" We drove net namely, because the Mo and the Janos under the car behind and tried that thing to break and did not want to really succeed. The Minicarfahrer that kept basically in front of our car and at first remote light switches (Memo: We do not want to enjoy all the car around you idiots that drives net) did not have a tool here, and that the Percy pressed his bare ass on the hood and presented us with his penis, also did not help. We had to wait for the father of the party host, who donated a pocket knife. The first half is not much, but somehow the thing gets off the motor then. I was still somewhat unrelaxed: Ben in the trunk, enough fuel in the tank, loud music, Jan rotzbesoffen half hanging out the window, Janos with booze bucket and Strohhälmen on her lap next to me and to the car not quite right - any decent policeman would have us stopped when he saw us. But fortunately no one, so first the Jan and then delivered the car at Janos left.

The plan now was, first, that to honor Haarlem. Problem was, Haarlem had, so we had to start a type, and so three Biatches run for home. While I might thank the nimble (since Disabled NOT!) attempt to hop on a Baustellenabsperrdingens had almost put on your face ... well, we stopped nonsense. compared to the bakery on the first key we bought a flat bread ... at least I bought mine. Another disappearing ever so, but I was nothing. With our huge loaves of bread, it went to the home, where I on the way bread generously distributed to the surrounding pedestrians. Well, and then we come to the residence and all go down briefly to bring cans of beer, I'm waiting on the other hand up with my bread ... and then does the ... ääh ... Dingens here to dispute with the home-operator, the rumfiel kept outside and wanted to maintain peace "because of de Nachbaaan. say you should, that it would not have harmed if it had been there sober, but with an equally rotzbesoffenen counterparty, the situation was not simple. Instead, it was spinning by just "Hey, you drunken home operator, you are my reason stepped on the foot "and" Hey, you drunken thing, you're too loud, Nachbaaan "which at least three times would be almost ended up in fisticuffs best kind, if the Janos had not had his social and would have played the middleman. And then suddenly there stood the Bodo before us, which was totally funny because nobody knew where that came forth at once (and I forgot to ask). Since the Bodo or female had accompanied it, then came the Rose man ... and contributed poems as a song. And I'm so sorry that I can recite anything really, but if you're casting in the way, Rose asked the man to sing you a song. Oh God, what was that funny. I only remember the lines of text "table can masturbate to ejaculate in order", "You're gay, you're fucking your friends, your friends fuck you" and remember "GAY GAY GAY" ... the rest I've unfortunately weggelacht.

Well, then that's us, but enough and we went home ... gene the attempt at Turhan still 'failed to buy NEN Döner, as the morons for a kebab with red cabbage residues, meat and other nothing really wanted to have EUR 2.50 and also said "You have to buy so net, are we doing here working overtime." Altaaa ... doing the worst in the doner kebab triangle and then even the sayings? Does not! Instead of Janos and the motor running again on the market, while Uli and I relaxed watching the market supply in the building process and a philosophy. Ben had previously been removed with the Bodo, who live next to each other so. Well ... and as the Mon and the Janos then came back with burgers, was for me the night ended so well already as good as ... Finally, I live closer to the market than the rest All in all I think I have not promised too much; when I spoke at the beginning of "legendary". And who's looks different, was certainly not there.