That glorious but questionable state of being where you’ve had one (or ten) too many drinks and suddenly everything is either way too funny or way too complicated. Your balance is off, your words are slurred, and deep down, you know you should probably go home - but the kebab stand is calling your name.
"Brudi, wie gohts?"
"Ey, ehrlich, i han en Palari."
(Bro, how are you?
Honestly, I have a Palari.)
"Gömmer no id Club?"
"Brate, du bisch scho palari gnueg, i bring di hei."
(Should we go to the club?
Dude, you're already palari enough, I'm taking you home.)
"Ey, ehrlich, i han en Palari."
(Bro, how are you?
Honestly, I have a Palari.)
"Gömmer no id Club?"
"Brate, du bisch scho palari gnueg, i bring di hei."
(Should we go to the club?
Dude, you're already palari enough, I'm taking you home.)
by Rizzy Res February 18, 2025