Raclette Impossible
There must be something out there that is putting on any make and we mean every raclette an absolute disaster. Example No. 1: About five years ago wanted to eat some crazy girls together raclette. The table was nice and everything seemed perfect ... until one of them pulled out the grill and raclette adolescent giggles died abruptly. On the grill small black globules were seen, and they turned out on closer inspection as anal droppings of mice ... As far as the flashback. But very significant that you look at something still remembered ... Jamm:)
Five Years ... Example No. 2: Well, and then Jens and I thought after we had set up our apartment cute ... Let us organize even a raclette dinner with Ines (Joe's sister) and Mario (Joe's sister, her friend Joe's brother-to-be). No sooner said than done. So we bought kilos of fresh ingredients, takes care of the best raclette cheese that you get in the supermarket. Well, the two were then also. However, not alone ... Instead, many people came to the back of chairs and a raclette was not it ...
Well, what the heck. But there's Gullasch soup from Joe's dad. But we wanted to make up for the Raclette anyway. And today should be the big day ... Everything was already on the table. Ines and Mario came - this time thankfully without onlookers. But about two minutes after the plug was plugged into the outlet on the balcony, jumped out of the shit RCD ... All attempts were to no avail. Each flew out again the backup.
Conclusion: growling stomachs, raclette grill (although Nigel brand new and never used) final in the ass, gone DOWN saying, all the clocks had made new again, all the shells with raclette ingredients are covered and the Internet Niels slipped even more briefly. But fortunately it knows people who have a raclette grill. Perhaps that is ironic when you just that person maybe once or twice every few months to get face. And then just to pick up a grill ... and then also the same manufacturer .... Oh man ... But at long last
we had yet another very nice evening and a divine Raclette * burp *
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