I ran inside, tore open the box, and dug my way through thirty square meters of bubble-wrap, crumpled newspaper and packing peanuts. And what did I find buried in the middle?
Two bottles (half-liter each) of Paulaner® Oktoberfest Beer! Plus, a note that read as follows:
Hi Sal,
Now you can have your own private Oktoberfest!
BR from Denmark
The source of this prized booty was, of course, my Viking friend Anders—the man who put the “Great” in “Great Dane.”
Well…I certainly couldn’t let such Nordic hospitality go to waste, so I did indeed have my own private Oktoberfest last night.
And as I finished the second bottle, I had a “sobering” thought: In order for my Oktoberfest to equal the one that Anders had last week, I’d need to drink ANOTHER TWELVE BOTTLES before going to bed!
Fortunately, I didn’t have that option. Otherwise, a guy in a brown jumpsuit might’ve handed Anders an enormous box marked “DEAD BODY.”
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