just today. On the one hand, it's awesome that my huge TV set is a huge aberration, because the warranty of the manufacturer I will probably bring a wonderful new device, on the other hand, it is of course dramatically when the defect occurs just before the fateful match against England.
so I was forced in the early afternoon, heading into the city to , March to watch the first knockout round on a screen. Unfortunately, many other people had the same idea - the biggest downside of public viewing. The preparation for the D-Day was amateurish than 65 years ago: The people hiding behind alcohol and Germany flags and looked towards as Bruno goose with open eyes in response. I was in the middle and they did the same. Well, finally hanging anything more from that game. Germany had already shown me that it hates me.
But the biggest problem in this country - and that everyone knows - it is never satisfied. By the way: alone, so you should not speak of Father but from the mother country. And the German hatred I caught up quickly in the form of beer prices. Not only does a horrendous deposit is charged on the plastic cup, and the drink itself is grossly overpriced at the public viewing. Slowly, I realize why the cultural life of a Hartz-IV receiver but mostly takes place on the bench in city park with a six-pack discount beer, and not here at the beer stand next to the cheerful, vulgar city aristocracy.
Because the professional returnable collectors took advantage of the boom and parts of the city were divided in terms of band territories, I decided to spend my nonexistent money better than me what dazuzuverdienen. In view of the people I would have anyway on the bottles caught hepatitis A to C and any herpes viruses.
After all, the afternoon heat the fermentation process accelerated in my head, so I though of the game in paying attention to but still had more fun. I casually flirted with a couple of dopey girls and brought them as to invite me again to a new beer.
Until it finally happened and blurted out the whole soup next to the beer stand and a small blended family out of me. The game was in the 80th or 8080 Minute, I could not see properly. No sooner had my cycle once again reassured me even took the hand of a custodian of the law. He simply wanted no sympathy for my broken TV shows and so I had to bend the pitch reference and go home. After all, one of the patchwork of my children at the sight of vomit was crying terribly, that it was worth it.
I only hope that Germany lost, has he deserved this country anyway.
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