Friends took me to a shooting-ranch (again: no idea what the real English word is - one of those places where you shoot at charts under different circumstances). I was good, though. Supervisor-Guy told me I had potential: if I was interested in joining his hunting club.
I remember it vividly because when we were preparing to leave, this old guy who looked like Santa Claus and had trouble walking came on, took a handgun from his holder at the speed of light and knocked over 5 charts in under 3 seconds. Friend:
Yesterday after the game I chugged a nice large glass of Bastian Schweinsteiger Lite followed by a some Penne Cannavaro and a nice glass of vintage red Pirlo circa 2006....it was all for you Burkey
First Bayern get an ass whoopin from Milan and then zeee Germans get an ass whoopin from the greasy, oily parasites zee germans refer to us....
Have fun and have a Bastian Schweinsteiger draft on me Burkey
Yesterday after the game I chugged a nice large glass of Bastian Schweinsteiger Lite followed by a some Penne Cannavaro and a nice glass of vintage red Pirlo circa 2006....it was all for you Burkey
First Bayern get an ass whoopin from Milan and then zeee Germans get an ass whoopin from the greasy, oily parasites zee germans refer to us....
Have fun and have a Bastian Schweinsteiger draft on me Burkey