faith - tradition - home, the three values that are worth more to me than my life.
Then came the day I signed a motion in which I applied for membership in shooting club Oeventrop. My own company is now the company of Glösinger. In addition, I will bring you close to my story. Without knowing I was sitting
on a stone next to a beer booth, smoking. My beer glass was half empty, when suddenly someone came to me, who told me that the world would perish, and I had to add me to be spared from the global calamity. Drunk as I was, I put the blue ink on the signature. Who wants to not be spared from the global disaster? When I was just the second arc of the S was left with a pen, I heard an explosion. I was shocked wrote, but then the rest of my name on the paper. It was pretty unreadable, because my base was my knee. Finally, I was
registered. Since it would be boring if my story would be over now, I'll get even further and come to the march to speak to Protect hall. It is actually with the man and the end of the world total nonsense. In fact, I was indeed drunk and sat on a stone, and even my beer was half empty, but I have not smoked. My uncle was also the man who urged me to join. As I said, I wrote in my drunk euphoric omnipotence fantasy, after he told me that he would take the member cost. Then we went to the company commander (!), And looked in his closet for a matching green jacket, which was immediately taken and paid for. I have no idea who has taken over the 20 €, but someone will have done well. Then I went pee. On the topic I can also tell you how interesting the "men's rooms" were established. After about three cars and climbed a tank that had blocked the road because the drivers were too drunk to drive, we saw a wall of film. Behind it lay on the floor on straw bales that had to urinate. Everywhere were drunk old shooters anpinkelten the straw bales. One story has it that one of the men full carrot had fallen on the straw bales. He will have had much fun in it.
Let us now continue the march. The only one with brown pants, I have put me into the weißbehosten shooters, all more or less stumbled in its series and looked to the ground because they were fully engaged in to make sure that they had the right step. "Always left at the timpani, "my uncle gave me with hard on my way. Like everyone else, I stumbled So look at the ground by Oeventrop and amused at the idea that everyone would run after me if I would take a different direction because they were all busy with her black patent leather shoes and her step. In between, always one of the drunken villagers shouted in a loud awful sound "GLÖÖÖSINGEEEEEN !!!!!!!!", what lifted the other drunken villagers their dog, and shouted back" LEEB HIGH! HIGH! HIGH !!!!". Pardon, I meant hat instead of dog.
Glösingen live, high!
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