preliminary, this article comes from Marlene's pen, or keyboard. I distance myself from the content and the reality presented there. The transitions between reality and fiction blur in the following text in my opinion greatly, but read for yourself:
We have shown, to them. The Swiss. How to properly celebrates. Just as we have learned in the last two years in Gelsenkirchen on the JAF. Excessive. And with FAILED - wait for it - Dary character. The equally legendary Reutlinger WG has allow to end the semester abroad, at the Christmas party of the ZHAW. For beer (wool), Schakalaka (Sindy), sprayed white wine (Larissa) and Lucky Chucky (my one). Oh, not to mention the free mulled wine, which really brought a few people by 16 clock to show up there. Unusual early start time for a dance and drinking. But we have seen that it works. As announced, the thing was then increased by 23 clock to an end. The time in between can be really hard to put into words what not only the slightly holey memory is due. We were very pleased again with all the Swiss (and other Germans;)) to celebrate, we have grown over the last three months of his heart. But before it gets too sentimental here, we move quickly to gossip about the party. It finally came to a WG-dance on the number of roommates, according to his own words have been waiting the whole time. Bad Santa was a) poor memory or is a damn damn b) stupid (Who uses your an Edding, which can be wiped with a little spit back off;)) any crazier.? Jackets were in garbage bags in the cloakroom packed in one Number was stuck. And there are almost everywhere in Switzerland black light stamp. The morning after one is not clogged up with black stamping. Super stuff. Next in text: A WG-roommate (the author of this text do not know if they should provide their name for legal reasons here), a new gauging technology has developed. Just men jostle. Then every time you come into the conversation. Creative thing. A room-mate (the author of this text do not know if they should give his name for legal reasons here) has on the whole way back, the author of this text tries to throw in the snow. Crappy thing. But he has not done so. And the smallest in the league (the author of this text do not know if they should provide their name for legal reasons here), it has the whole evening (and probably not until the publication of this statement) failed to correctly pronounce Lucky Chucky. So, folks: Schakalaka! Better way to describe the evening in a word anyway! 
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