I always wanted to start blogging, I have no clue why, but never really did it. Well here we are! Due to the fact that there is no better time than 'right now' to start doing something, let's get started right now!
Okay, the second reason is my friend Rink Eschl said we should actually write down all the crazy stories we go through.. so be warned, for most people this lines won't make any sense at all. Some will even call us sickos, but hey, fuck'em!
So after justifying myself let's get back to the pizza:
We, Rink Eschl, Aufi, Ike, Lobert and myself were having some pizza tonight. Quite hard if you always have to look out for a specific car to avoid running into your boss who would immediatly set you up for saturday work. Finally we found a parking area without suspicious looking cars and decided to give it a try.
Poor Ike, looking like the child-friendly version of a zombie, was the main target of our jokes. Was. Was, because then we did a way too fast switch from football to tennis and our all beloved Lobert really thought Roger is a famous football player... Tonight he really had his problems with names -- minutes after the Roger problem he pretended not to know who Hugh Hefner is. I think Lobert was just too embarrassed of admitting he's reading the Playboy and also knowing the founder. It's never too late to switch to FHM!
The glorious end was approaching in the shape of a weird spoon. A spoon more looking like a lovetoy to pleasure your girlfriend than actually a tool for eating icecream. After eating a special icecream with a special spoon we payed and called it a day.
More to come, maybe even from the other guys, maybe even in German! Though I will stick with English. Why? Jesus Christ I don't even know why I write all this stuff...
