I was recently with my mother and my sister for a great weekend trip to a jump in Gdansk. Well, for me was the jump a little bit about the 'corner, because I am from Berlin by train to Hamburg by train and car to Lübeck airport and then by plane from Poland. The trip was great and we strolled and feasted like the idiot.
On Friday night, however, an accident happened to me, and tiger shrimp and eats while we Knobibrot and drank cocktails dripped me some of the aioli on shirt and pants. I could not rub it with a napkin and a visit to the sink was very successful. The evening was late, ergo, the predicament is ignored and the next day I had before a different shirt.
Both were now in the wash. The spots are still there! I know of only one thing that so steadfastly resisted all attempts and the distance is:
LATEX MILK!
What the hell, make the garlic sauce in Danzig?
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