Erasmus By now even the world (or at least what's left of it) has been impregnated by the climate of European football. Last night, taking advantage of the fact that we're sweet damsels, we improvised a table football tournament (which in French has the noble name of Baby-Foot), which ended when the manager, not sure which indicates a strong sportsmanship, wanted to close the Local. Sad, distressed and desperate, we went to buy more wine (as if proof were needed!) And we walked to the Luxembourg Gardens. Since much chance of us had with table tennis bats, 2 balls, well, we decided to enter the garden next to make a small parties (among other things, someone had forgotten to open the gates of that ... but then say that the French are eager!).
In the midst of our heating, while someone was playing, someone else was drinking and someone to test their motor skills through an abandoned scooter, we noticed in the distance, the silhouettes of five figures equipped with bat ... They were bold young men in France, who took advantage of the night to train. At that point, the temptation was too strong: we went from one of them to suggest a match France - Italy, where the winners would go all the stock of both alcoholic groups (light which comprised about 8 bottles of their beer, and half a bottle of rosé our ...).
It 'goes without saying that we were badly beaten ...
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