With fullest enjoyment I opened the cardboard and I smiled at the first box Strongbow. I sat on my cider ritual hat and sat down to eat in a circle of candles to relish the first box. After the first few sips I was already in Strongbow noise and ran naked into the garden to the pagan gods to indulge. The Strongbow noise was already arrived in the fifth box supplemented by the effect of alcohol and I painted with the blood of a hedgehog the barn door of my neighbor, because I do not really like him! The first range of 12 cans was now empty, and I was hungry. I grilled the hedgehog in a marinade of Strongbow and onions from the garden of my neighbor! The next 2 hours I can not describe, because I no longer remember. Apparently drove me to the madness after the last box to go outside and to provide for replenishment, which failed because I only dressed in cardboard boxes and a Igelhauthut woke up in the town square. In this sense ...
