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@t4@f02@cABITUR-PARTY'92...

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Ooops, it is the unshaved Mr.RokDaZone
again.   Eeh, I think this is going to
be my very worst article, but I do not
give  a  damn!   Well, you have to see
that  I suffer from a very utter, ugly
and  horrible  hangover...   and  this
leads me over to my topic for this one
here:  >>> ABITUR 1992 <<<.
"Hey,  where  is the linkage between a
hangover  and the final school-exam in
Germany???"  You  may  say  now.  Just
wait and see...


I  am  a student of the "FACHGYMNASIUM
DER      WIRTSCHAFTSWISSENSCHAFTLICHEN
AUFBAUFORM  DER BERUFSBILDENEN SCHULEN
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OLDENBURGS" (If you want to short this
letterworm,   you   could   also  say:
"Highschool  of  Economic  Studies  in
Oldenburg").   This  sounds  important
and  in  fact this one is an elitarian
schoolform (Well, the school is elite,
but   the  students  are  really  just
lowdown cheap little punks!) and after
three years of studies on this school,
I  had to pass my Abitur-Exams between
the sixth and tenth of February, 1992.
This  meant  one month of learning and
ascetic  living  ( no boozing, no long
saturday-to-sunday  evenings,  ...  ).

But I do not want to tell you how hard
I have worked to get through this...
@#
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@t5One  thing, I found quite interesting,
was  the  fact  that  -  in  spite  of
passing  the English-exam the next day
- I did not manage to communicate with
JUDGE  DROKK via telephone on the fith
of February.  Please, excuse me, mate.
I was too confused this evening!

The  very  most depressing feature was
in  fact  that,  when  all  the  other
schools  finished  the exams on friday
the  seventh,  we  had  one major exam
left  to  write.   This means, all the
other students of our hometown went to
the  city to celebrate together, while
we  had  to stay at home to learn some
more!!!

But,  finally,  we did it after a exam
lasting  for  six  hours.  You can not
imagine  the  way  we felt then...  As
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@t5soon  we  stepped  outside,  the first
bottles of sparkling whine "lost their
heads"  and  at  about  3  p.m., I got
pissed  (  I  like  that feeling to be
upside-down  )...   Well, but the best
thing   still   was   to  come  -  THE
ABITUR-PARTY.   Starting  at  9  p.m.,
this  event  was  supposed  to  be the
party             with             the
'highest-density-of-boozed
fools-per-metre-square' and I am proud
to  say that WE HAVE SUCCEEDED!!!  The
first impression I got was a hard one,
because   when   I   stepped   on  the
dancefloor  to say hello to some guys,
some  stupid  pogo-idiots directly ran
into   my   poor   little   stomach  -
"BUARKS!" After a while (when I felt a
bit  better)  the  small  disco we had
rented  for  this  evening  got  badly
overcrowded   and   the   mood   rised
@#
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@t5continuously  - as you also can see on
about  200 pictures that were taken by
a professional.  A funny guy wanted me
to light his cigarette, but he was too
drunken and seemingly tried to squeeze
his    cigarette    on   my   lighter.
Therefore,  I moved my hand a bit away
from  him,  but  he decided to follow.
So I continued moving my hand away and
again  he  followed.  ...  Some burned
hairs  later  he  finally  managed  to
light it and guess what?  After half a
minute  the  cigarette falled down the
floor  and  was  totally  destroyed by
dancing feet.  Poor guy!

By  the  way,  it  was  a  real  cheap
evening for me.  All in all I only had
to  spend  17,10DM!   You  wonder why?
Quite   simple.   I  allowed  alot  of
people  to  copy  my  preworks for the
@^
@t5exams and therefore all of them had to
spend  at  least  one  drink for me...
that is fun indeed.  Another highlight
of  that night was the old pissed punk
standing  in  front of our partyplace.
When  we - three boys and one girlie -
stepped   outside,  this  guy  started
talking  to us:  "He-hello, you there.
C-could ya tell me the way to the next
etablishe...,  estab..., etablishsh...
NIGHTCLUB???   You  know,  I'd like to
meet   shome  women.   'Ve  got  enuff
money."  A  friend  of mine - with the
intention   to   get  a  good  joke  -
friendly  responded:"Well,  Sir,  this
depends  on the kind of girls you want
to  meet."  "Yes,  of  c-courshe.   Ye
right...   musht  know  I  like  black
girlsh   -   or  at  leasht  shlightly
coloured  onesh,"  "Yes,  of course...
And   what   about  the  weight?"  ...
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@t5"Between 160 and 200 poundsh.  But not
more.    I  don't  like  fat  girlsh!"
HUARHUAR!!!   We first decided to tell
him the way to the 'LAMBADA', which is
a   very   exclusive   discotheque  in
Oldenburg  -  imagine  him, getting in
and   roaring:   "Where  are  all  the
black,  200  poundsh heavy girlsh?!?",
but  HE  decided  to  stay with us and
telling  us  the story of his lifetime
while  drinking vodka!!!

Moreover not  only  the  story  of his
lifetime, but also about his  relation
to women. Imagine a 69 (NO JOKE!) year
old guy,telling  you  about  love, sex
and even more sex. Funny thing indeed!
Finally,  when  he  was  near to start
grabbing  at  the breasts of the girl,
he  claimed  that  today,  "all theshe
young  girlsh  look  that  pre-pretty.
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@t5With  their  wonderful  legsh  and all
thish  shtuff...   Look  for ecshample
thish  one  there!"  Well, I turned my
head  but  really was not able to find
the   girl,   he  was  talking  about,
because  there  were  no girls at all!
...   But,  ...  NOO!  ...  It was the
only   possibility:   He  was  talking
about  my  friend  HIGGIE, standing in
near  distance!   Wonderfull legs, eh?
HUARHUAR!!!    After   about  10  more
minutes  we finally managed to get out
off  his  sight and his vodka-stinking
breath.  His last words:"You're really
nishe  guysh  and  I  d-do  accept ya,
indeed   I   do!!!"  Well,  with  this
moral-increasing 'meshshage' of him we
stepped back in.

Now,  the  drunken  guy ( remember the
cigarette  )  wanted me to bring along
@#
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@t5some  beer.   Maybe  he thought that I
was  a  waiter,  maybe he was simply a
foolish  idiot, anyway.  None-the-less
he  tried  to  stress his demandings (
"Bring  me  BEER!!!"  ) by pressing an
empty bottle in my hands so that I was
forced  to take it.  After three times
of  repeating this ceremony, I throwed
the bottle to another guy close to me,
who  took it with consternate glances.
Immediately,  my  drunken "friend" was
by his side demanding "BEEER!!!" Well,
the  other  guy  was not a man of long
words  and  throwed the bottle back to
me.   Again  the  demanding, I throwed
the  bottle  back...   We  three would
have  been a perfect perpetuum mobile,
but  my  special  love  GABY  came  to
interupt our little game...
@t5The   party   continued   as   normal:
Boozing,  dancing,  chatting and a bit
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of flirting (or more).  The only thing
I  misliked that evening, was the fact
that we were forced to leave the party
at  3.30  a.m,  because the organizers
wanted to close the gates at 3.00 a.m.


By   the  way,  my   young   dynamical
and  totally  drunken  "friend" had to
leave  the place the hard way, because
he was thrown out in the very sense of
the word (he refused to leave the room
civilized!).   So  we  all started our
way  back  home and my friend FABIAN (
"ABI'93!" ) and me ( "ABI'92!" ) had a
very  pleasant  discussion  about  the
cybernetic  system  in  a polypole and
the task of the recoupling effect in a
free-manipulated     currency    while
driving  on  our bikes into the bright
moonlight...  (romantic, eh?)
@#
@k362,020,10@^
@t4POST  SCRIPTUM:@t5   Finally I would like
to  thank those guys for showing up at
the   partyplace   to  celebrate  this
important   day  together  with  me...
Pinny/ANARCHY  (stayed  till 1.30 a.m.
in  spite  of  working the next day!),
Higgie/BABOONS (who finished his exams
the   same   day),  Sir  G.P./DEALERS,
JMC/FUTURE  SUB  JUNKS, Kokash/Ex-TMF,
MICHAEL and alot more...

@t3>>> RokDaZone <<<
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