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Leather Lockdown
Wolle and his boys also had to close their clubhouse because of the lockdown and so the rockers from Herne tackled the topic of digitalization. Drinking alone was not nice and so they used video conferencing. Of course it was not the same although you did everything for the feeling. Most of them were sitting in front of the computer, only wool was not. He sat in underwear and with torn ribs on his upper body. So everyone as usual.
After getting totally drunk several times and Hotte staggering the laptop outline again, Udo forgot that there was a camera while he was watering the flowers and wool aka Wolle Basinger was crossing his legs in his dressing gown and only in his dressing gown in front of the camera, it was decided to test perfumes ubd less to drink.
The choice fell on Gomma by Etro, as it was advertised on Parfumo as being close to Knize Ten and Tabac Blonde. The gang continued to hang around the site and even recruited new members. At the moment they tried their luck with a mother hen, I mean a female, with eggnog and they were also looking for a shoulder beer match with Switzerland. Here one saw potential.
Everyone took a puff after you sprayed the scent. "Udo, the perfume on your arm! Stop pouring beer on your arm and then sucking it in with your nose!" "oh...., I was going to give 10/10 already."
After everyone had had a sniff, the evaluation began, Olaf began: "smells leathery", and the old expert was nodded at in recognition.
"So I don't know, girls. For me, this is a non-alcoholic beer. You know what I mean?"
Questioning glances penetrated wool.
"Well, as intense and time-honored as the Tabac Blonde, we don't have that here. I also miss the soapy intense note of a Knize Ten. All in all this is nice but nothing whole when it comes to leather."
"for me the birch goes down too, but cloves dominate a bit weakly. I notice lavender, but it doesn't knock me out. Just like Udo at the duel "Go easy," mumbled this thoughtful one The men were silent and pondered, wool fell over together with the motorbike and landed in the now partly burst beer crates, the contents spread on the floor. Now the rockers of Herne could watch how he slurped everything from the floor and turned his not so completely hidden flip side towards them. From "never again videocall" to "I have the socket but also in Sauber" to "why does he drag his motorbike to the third floor?" you could hear everything. The last question was easy to answer. Since Wolle rather parked his motorbike next to the clubhouse than drove it due to its mostly unroadworthy condition, he saw it as logical to have the motorbike at his side while getting drunk at home.
In any case, a lot of time passed and one sniffed again. Now Gomma became creamier, the sandalwood formed the fragrances. At the same time, Gomma seemed to be more toothless. And the fragrance hadn't had many teeth before. It also became very gently tart, only a minimal nuance, the cedar worked here.
"What's that creamy smell?" Totty asked. "That's you! Not the smell!" cried his wife from the living room. The crowd laughed out loud, Totty blushed and said: "I mean that slightly warm vanilla note. It mixes with the sandalwood. But it doesn't get any better than that."
Everybody nodded at him, one came so slowly to the end of the test of Gomma when Wool accidentally split his screen without noticing it.
"Uh, wool?" "Yeah?" "is this the last bachelor season you're watching?"
User WoolSexmachinefromHerne has left.
(With thanks to Cravache)
After getting totally drunk several times and Hotte staggering the laptop outline again, Udo forgot that there was a camera while he was watering the flowers and wool aka Wolle Basinger was crossing his legs in his dressing gown and only in his dressing gown in front of the camera, it was decided to test perfumes ubd less to drink.
The choice fell on Gomma by Etro, as it was advertised on Parfumo as being close to Knize Ten and Tabac Blonde. The gang continued to hang around the site and even recruited new members. At the moment they tried their luck with a mother hen, I mean a female, with eggnog and they were also looking for a shoulder beer match with Switzerland. Here one saw potential.
Everyone took a puff after you sprayed the scent. "Udo, the perfume on your arm! Stop pouring beer on your arm and then sucking it in with your nose!" "oh...., I was going to give 10/10 already."
After everyone had had a sniff, the evaluation began, Olaf began: "smells leathery", and the old expert was nodded at in recognition.
"So I don't know, girls. For me, this is a non-alcoholic beer. You know what I mean?"
Questioning glances penetrated wool.
"Well, as intense and time-honored as the Tabac Blonde, we don't have that here. I also miss the soapy intense note of a Knize Ten. All in all this is nice but nothing whole when it comes to leather."
"for me the birch goes down too, but cloves dominate a bit weakly. I notice lavender, but it doesn't knock me out. Just like Udo at the duel "Go easy," mumbled this thoughtful one The men were silent and pondered, wool fell over together with the motorbike and landed in the now partly burst beer crates, the contents spread on the floor. Now the rockers of Herne could watch how he slurped everything from the floor and turned his not so completely hidden flip side towards them. From "never again videocall" to "I have the socket but also in Sauber" to "why does he drag his motorbike to the third floor?" you could hear everything. The last question was easy to answer. Since Wolle rather parked his motorbike next to the clubhouse than drove it due to its mostly unroadworthy condition, he saw it as logical to have the motorbike at his side while getting drunk at home.
In any case, a lot of time passed and one sniffed again. Now Gomma became creamier, the sandalwood formed the fragrances. At the same time, Gomma seemed to be more toothless. And the fragrance hadn't had many teeth before. It also became very gently tart, only a minimal nuance, the cedar worked here.
"What's that creamy smell?" Totty asked. "That's you! Not the smell!" cried his wife from the living room. The crowd laughed out loud, Totty blushed and said: "I mean that slightly warm vanilla note. It mixes with the sandalwood. But it doesn't get any better than that."
Everybody nodded at him, one came so slowly to the end of the test of Gomma when Wool accidentally split his screen without noticing it.
"Uh, wool?" "Yeah?" "is this the last bachelor season you're watching?"
User WoolSexmachinefromHerne has left.
(With thanks to Cravache)
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