The wine Smurf is a very dear.
He recently got as far as I know, this rightful nickname.
He laughed, rejoiced thereat in his inimitable style.
Before maybe one year I said one, who no longer lives now, the C.'ve done away with yet earlier twelve Trollinger, now he creates only eight.
Recently I saw the wine Smurf but again, he said, today it is nevertheless already Genung for him, which he, as always, calm, laughing, friendly, his rough leather case assumed to follow the path to the underground home.
He had ten Trollinger.
Here I will now certainly not glorify drinking. Even one can exaggerate, and wine Smurfs is certainly not everyone born.
I will not describe it in detail, because that would be too indiscreet; but he looks quite like this, alswie a Smurf.
I wish the wine Smurf, with whom I have not once a good laugh that he still creates at least a half a million Trollinger. What I say, half a billion.
Not only that, he is so adorable, humorous and grundgutmütig, art direction also: He is well-read and educated, speaking French "comme une vache espagnole".
(The "Holder", ie the Hölderlin, the've had it, he says, as already said my father to me.)
Dear C., prefer wine Smurf: I've told you already mercilessly, say it here again: Die You do not even gone so soon, otherwise I will pissed. If you do that, you get me a few more powerful Urschwäbische the jaws behind. This is no empty threat.
No, I forbid you to the early dying off so well I just can.
Wine smurf the very least another ten years, right?
At least once a wine Smurf must not go too early: That you have but know!
Let us often sing from hombre de la Mancha, that, que se llama Don Quixote ...
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