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Our ladies are back!

Since our editors are not surprised bad as a few days ago an Easter card fluttered into the house. Great excitement and whispering also encouraged our boss, Peter Dohlen, to learn about the greeting more precisely. He is a personal friend of one of the ladies, and could hide his joy is difficult. With tears in his eyes, he read the good wishes and discreetly wiped his eyes on the angle. Peter led the trio should be immediately invited to inform themselves about the progress of the application to a superstar. Our intern was politely asked to move his lazy butt and kindly to bring a hand-written invitation to the post. We were infected by the excitement and waited impatiently for an answer. When the first in the conference room were beginning to riot, came the relieving call and all agreed to a song of praise and a spontaneous party was to visit the atmospheric off a successful day. Yes, the trio came to us voluntarily and without using drugs or alcohol may have been brought to heel. We expected a hangover the next day to the visit and were not disappointed. A rattle announced in the hall to the ladies and they were embarrassed grin and jaunty step (Cebyll?) Was one of the ladies on our head and lifted him and whirled him around in the area shortly. "Peter, you old bag, "she greeted him and laughed uproariously. "My girl," whispered our Chefchen and blew loudly schneuzend the nose. One of the ladies (Schnee_Eule?) Hopped with huge jumps by our editorial team and all of our employees got a carrot that they conjured up out of their ears. The third of the women who introduced himself as Wonnie smashed, according to a song in our cozy round. We understood not a word, but it was pretty noisy in any case. Cebyll proudly showed off their new quilting steps and the ground trembled, I swear. This Schnee_Eule hopped around them and shouted Wonnie her song she had, because Cebyll was so loud we did not hear the fire sirens. The heart of this exquisite and culturally valuable performance then the burst Fire broke and our cozy lap. Some idiot from the lower floor has thought an earthquake would destroy the house. What nonsense, the Heini I'm going to guide my head's still vorknöpfen ... Posted by Cebyll