Q: That's right and that is why there are no Germans on here tonight as they are all down at the local beer Keller getting so drunk that they can hardly stand up straighter than a bow string. Oh yes there are a few top shirt buttons that are the subject of thoughts of perhaps being unbuttoned in Berlin tonight as they celebrate the life of Saint Teuton the patron saint of boot polish, pencil sharpeners and dust. Let them have their fun and we can snigger as the sun rises at 4am to a scene of not quite perfectly executed star jumps and push ups in the Hunstrasse.
A: ^ ^ ^ ^ Everyone knows St. Paddy and(und) St.Twoton (Mickname)were the best of mates, until the day after the night before. When the dust finally settled in Suffolk and Berlin, oh boy!!! the stuffing was left out of the bratwurst, the ickle bickle was all over the warehouse floor. Only two people remained standing, one with a carrot up his nose and(und) one with a tape of Hitler on Ice. It has been a mystery ever since, cause they aren't talking, and the press was not invited.