MannekeMan has not always suffer from hangovers, so he may learn this weekend. He knew no glimmer of irritation when he was on Sunday morning after a night sturdy wines in the Mulooloobar, much too early getwitterd was awakened by the fresh felling rakker of his dear love.

In the Mulooloobar was adopted by the eternal teenagers vervent fought for position behind the only hip turntable. That brought MannekeMan rondeau jeugdsentiment more than the music of the stacks singletjes from old times. Together plates was also run when a fine recipe for drunkenness horde feestgangers with both feet on the floor.

MannekeMan, contemplative as he is, looked happen vertederd terugvoelend, while he, like when the light boredom with a surplus of cheap wine wegzipte. He is happy for them and removes the glass. At the mine-music-is-beautiful-schoffies behind the pickup. On the proud new owners of the Mulooloobar. On her so closely that he loves.

King Hendrickus felt that first night alone, however, no resounding success. Only when the two hangovers in the early morning were united verstomde the frightened and fell geklaagzang… its poezelige meneertje and MannekeMan yet even in a happy slaapje.

@ Huub: Inderdaad