Those who know me wonder, not infrequently, that I do not like ice. As a child, and certainly not now - well - so now and then I put it on me. Then I suddenly, inexplicably, like it, but should be a lot of accessories, such as fruits, be there. A pure ice, ie a ball on a wafer or a cup, which happens once every two leap years.
While it is not a leap year just recently, it was time. I was persuaded me to let me invite you to a ball. I decided for a Meloneneis, which also smelled good and tasted pretty good even then. But I was still tormented: the gentleman at the Eistheke had a good day and meant well, with all its customers.
With me he had with this one (as a number: 1) ball but produces only one thing: I will never go there!
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