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| four guys who couldnt be arsed to go back to england for whatever reason, stuck in germany with nothing better to do than get drunk. drastic measures needed to be taken to ensure that we did get drunk however, and it wasn't long before we broke out the heavy guns. yes, i'm afraid it had to be done. turbo shandys all round. 
due to the extreme strangeness of wappy chop, nobody is entirely sure why there's a phone floating in mid air. something about fourbars...? |
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now listen up. this is very important. a good turbo shandy needs the following:
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| we had a tv. we even had a very shit vcr which couldn't work out long play recordings. yet we still felt the need to burn stuff. so somebody decided to melt some cola bottles. which was actually a really good thing because it increases their consumability by almost 200% |
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fed up of staring at orange curtains and flying fones, we went out. the hexen haus was open, so we went there for a crafty drink. unfortunately, the spendable barmaid wasn't in so it was sort of rubbish. paul somehow got tricked into drinking a desperado - which has tequila in it - so he was in all kinds of trouble. good work. |
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we went immediately to the schneiderei, praising each other on our ability to still be able to walk as we went. it was packed full of festive well wishers, as well as a few barmaids. nice combination. |
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after we had finished spending, we ordered yet more drink. its chrissssmassss.. you have to drink, its the law!
approximately 60 photos later, and almost everyone in the pub was ready to glass me. |
| paul was so trashed he thought it would be a good idea to prod me with a stool. so i blinded him with a hasty camera flash. we'd almost had enough to drink by this point, and our memories were wearing a little thin. |
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some of us were feeling a little anti social by now, so one last double baileys for the road and it was time to leave. some random graffiti on the window was more than enough of a mark that english abroad had invaded the place, so we felt our work was done. |
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asplin sneakily ordered another beer so he could stay behind and stare at these birds. for some reason the rest of us didnt think it was worth it, and left.
we had some herrenberg to destroy. |
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knocking over a christmas tree, robbing some lights, pissing in the street, pretending to be a human toboggan . . . none of these things were done by us, guv'nor. even though wappers claimed he was stone cold sober, and even though i couldn't figure out how i managed to fall asleep in wappys room and wake up in mine, it was still a reet night. made all the better by the miracle that is - turbo shandy. notice how the hat gets passed around throughout the night? we didn't. |
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