It's that time again. Quick still make the champagne cold, add the pasta salad and place the missile batteries on the terrace. This time may be so aligned that the mini-Pershing directly adjacent Hempel oversized satellite dish ...? But no, we are not so common, even if Mr. Clean Upper Hempel robbed us with his leaf blower-tick in the autumn last nerve. Guess where he gave the leaves blow masses with its 2600-watt "bazooka"?
Peace we want to adopt the old year and gladly welcome the new. Joyful? With a timely administered Dose Alloholl will succeed already. Since then, we believe by 21 clock that will happen next year wonder: More from the net gross - Hossa! And Rex Gildo is beatified.
Oh, almost had I forget it: When I have fondue still make an oil change. And where has only the CD-box with the golden oldies hidden? Without the comforting conformity of familiar sounds and songs of the past ("I Can not Get No Satisfaction"), I refuse to do the zero-Clock-step into an uncertain future. Who knows what will bring us all in 2011. The vignette? The fruit juice-tax? The solidarity surcharge (for Portugal and Spain) The conversion of the supermarket shopping cart on 5-euro notes? The return of Lothar Matthäus FC Bayern (as head coach)? The return of Möllemann ... No, that is not medically possible. But who knows what all happened Guido Westerwelle nightmares
so ... Now I need a drink really. Maybe ever open the Reds? Achherrje who has an artificial cork - is as persistent as Berlusconi. Sweden would end up with a beer. Here's to the clever northerners. Passed up the euro.
Now my phone bleats. It is Willi. Asks if we look at "Dinner for one". If not, then there would be Elke Home, they would have said, because without James and Miss Sophie would not be New Year's Eve. Oh my god! I say that we are in the guest rooms have a small TV, conceal, however, that the speaker is broken.
Then I hear my son cry? Has "Daddy, where is actually the chocolate fountain to us by Aunt Sabine given once"
"The Sir Toby recently borrowed and not yet returned," I answered him. "Always the same" with your friends replies, my offspring, "if thou dost lend them something, they never bring it back."
"You're right," I call, "but never mind, the chocolate but we can "melt in the microwave. "Okay, Dad. But there is not such a mess again like last year with the cheese fondue? "Even on New Year's Eve not to escape the fate," I reply my clever child, and open another beer. "The same procedure as every year. Skål! "
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