The woman who gave niederkam at least once, the leader of a holiday. The men he sent to the front. What an asshole, as shown wiedermal. Father's Day, the man had to conquer himself with difficulty. His choice fell on Ascension Day, a celebration that pretty meaningless anyway lying around on the calendar. Why? Because a relationship is not the etched border to my body moves, like for Christmas. Now it is only to fill this event innhaltlich, with a classic male free time: drinking, up the vomit taste sour. The whole thing gets a social program: Rumgröhlen, everywhere piss and tell dirty jokes - anticipated some kind of heaven. In the certainty of being the stronger sex, it can also make the man, walk around like an idiot. He does not fine at his holiday, how vain woman - no no - he sits down in a jerk's hat and a bicycle bell strapped on his walking stick. So for every recognizable changed for the idiots, then he staggers like a full battalion of the Red Army to victory celebrations by the city. Because a man is a man, he needs a job: pull carts. It is the fuel for the fluctuating figures: a 50-liter barrel Beer, 10 bottles and 30 grain Appel Paris - original packaging, from last year.
At the end of the Fatherland Day, however, the greatest joy is waiting for the man to call home, and picked up from the house dragon from the forest, can it with pure take full throw up the new dress and throw it on the sofa with the Kotzeimer after the stupid cat.
Ascension ... I am beginning to wonder if Jesus was rotzbesoffen his resurrection also ...
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