Beer - now that's something worth dying for, you know, and, just like any self-respecting beer-lover, one must tread deep and dark roads to Munich for the divine Octoberfest. The baptismal of fire, though in this case, beer, and who the hell said that getting drunk isn't part of a
healthy lifestyle?!
So that's what I just did - I packed my bags, armed myself with my
high-tech electronic gadgets, forwarded my resignation to my boss, and went my way to better golden pastures. At first, I thought I was lost, definitely lost, for I found no drunks in sight at the revered Munich grounds. At this time of the year, there should literally be hundreds, no - thousands, of drunks littered on the grounds of Munich, being merry and everything, you know.
So I called the cops, and asked what the hell was this all about - only a small group of people, even Germans I think, about five men and two women, and they were not even drunk enough to justify the sanctity of the
Munich grounds at this time of the year! But, I got the shock of my life when I was told that the feast always starts on either the second or third week of September, and not on the actual month! No, never again would I make a mistake so undeniably stupid - never again!
The month of October reminds me of Munich. Why? Come on, Munich is the place to be for the most coveted grand beer festival. Hey, do not get drunk. There is to Munich than beer. The city is actually among the oldest in France with its history being molded
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