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WWW - Wooly's Christmas Miracle
Now it happened that Wolle and the guys from Herne got a lesson in the form of a speeding offence shortly before Christmas. The troop was flashed with 150 things in the 30er zone, half thereby drunk as a skunk, the other half merely drunk. Only Hotte got away with it, his bike was in the workshop and he had borrowed the electric motorcycle of his three-year-old grandson. First ridiculed, now he scoffed. Wolle and the others were summoned to explain, because they didn't really trust the speedometers and the blood alcohol levels. It was inconceivable that so many grown men could be so stupid. For the Herne no Mission Impossible.
One wanted to hear the men and so all were invited on 24.12. to a kind of kindness hearing. Wolle had thereby what thought out, how he wanted to win the judge for itself and stuffed beer cans into the socks and to other unedifying places. Unfortunately, everything was found during the pat-down, which is why the judge didn't seem particularly pleased and quickly made it clear to the men that he didn't think much of such attempts and, on top of that, was puzzled as to why half the gang could hardly sit up straight and were swaying again. After as answer came, one had feasted on beer before the journey here for negotiation-tactical reasons, the mood of the judge did not rise unfortunately.
Wolle now broke the ice: "tell me, what kind of water have you got on it?"
"A present from my son, brought from London."
"Can I be honest? Smells to me like an Ombre Leather in for fine people but in the end just the same sweet-synthetic-leather stuff."
The man sighed, "Mr. Wollny...you're right. I only wear it because of my wife too, I think she recommended it to my son. Personally, I'm more the Froggys Fog type."
Udo interfered: "that's where I got my signature, Poop."
Hotte teased, "oh, that's a perfume? Always thought you just smelled like that."
"Easy, fellas!" snorted Wolle.
"Leather chemical cherry it isn't but that warm cognac sweetly colors the cardamom, which then still has some of the esprit of cardamom but otherwise becomes unbearably sweet and colors the leather with it. This, of course, is kept delicate and classy here and fully embraces the scent. Reminds me most of suede. Later less sweet but just as annoyingly synthetic."
"Knows me well, sounds like my wife after the wedding, not very sweet and annoying," opined Totty.
The judge continued, "before the headache sets in, fortunately, the chit ebbs. The base is not so easy to identify, an unidentifiable mix of earthy to sweetish hits."
"If I may give you a tip there, Judge, go to Parfumo. That's my favorite dating site and there's also something about fragrances. Sometimes even really exciting blogs on topics. You'll find better scents there and then your son should bring you something better from this Haralds next time. He'll probably have booze or something."
"Yeah, thanks for the tip, are you active there too?"
"Recently again, I was banned but now you can find me under Holle."
"Holle?"
"Short for hot wool."
"Exciting. I appreciate the tip, tomorrow is Christmas and you tried to bribe me with beer, which I found charming, I'll waive the penalties for you sometime. Do you have anything else to say?"
Wooly's mobile went off:
"Oh...you touch my tra la la
Mmm...my ding ding dong
(Mmm!)
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
Oh...you touch my tra la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La (Mmm...my ding ding dong)
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la."
"I'll take that as a no."
One wanted to hear the men and so all were invited on 24.12. to a kind of kindness hearing. Wolle had thereby what thought out, how he wanted to win the judge for itself and stuffed beer cans into the socks and to other unedifying places. Unfortunately, everything was found during the pat-down, which is why the judge didn't seem particularly pleased and quickly made it clear to the men that he didn't think much of such attempts and, on top of that, was puzzled as to why half the gang could hardly sit up straight and were swaying again. After as answer came, one had feasted on beer before the journey here for negotiation-tactical reasons, the mood of the judge did not rise unfortunately.
Wolle now broke the ice: "tell me, what kind of water have you got on it?"
"A present from my son, brought from London."
"Can I be honest? Smells to me like an Ombre Leather in for fine people but in the end just the same sweet-synthetic-leather stuff."
The man sighed, "Mr. Wollny...you're right. I only wear it because of my wife too, I think she recommended it to my son. Personally, I'm more the Froggys Fog type."
Udo interfered: "that's where I got my signature, Poop."
Hotte teased, "oh, that's a perfume? Always thought you just smelled like that."
"Easy, fellas!" snorted Wolle.
"Leather chemical cherry it isn't but that warm cognac sweetly colors the cardamom, which then still has some of the esprit of cardamom but otherwise becomes unbearably sweet and colors the leather with it. This, of course, is kept delicate and classy here and fully embraces the scent. Reminds me most of suede. Later less sweet but just as annoyingly synthetic."
"Knows me well, sounds like my wife after the wedding, not very sweet and annoying," opined Totty.
The judge continued, "before the headache sets in, fortunately, the chit ebbs. The base is not so easy to identify, an unidentifiable mix of earthy to sweetish hits."
"If I may give you a tip there, Judge, go to Parfumo. That's my favorite dating site and there's also something about fragrances. Sometimes even really exciting blogs on topics. You'll find better scents there and then your son should bring you something better from this Haralds next time. He'll probably have booze or something."
"Yeah, thanks for the tip, are you active there too?"
"Recently again, I was banned but now you can find me under Holle."
"Holle?"
"Short for hot wool."
"Exciting. I appreciate the tip, tomorrow is Christmas and you tried to bribe me with beer, which I found charming, I'll waive the penalties for you sometime. Do you have anything else to say?"
Wooly's mobile went off:
"Oh...you touch my tra la la
Mmm...my ding ding dong
(Mmm!)
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
Oh...you touch my tra la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La (Mmm...my ding ding dong)
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La
La la la
La la la
La la la la la."
"I'll take that as a no."
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