Yes it's Ompapa time in Peachland. Home of the Gausthaus, wherein you beer swigging, Polka stepping, Liederhosin wearing, boob leering, Octoberfestin folk are gathering. I had the pleasure of chowing down to a yummy schnitzel with spratzle accompanied by a litre sized mug of lager the color of tar. Sadly I had forgotten I would be unable to hoist the brew to my mouth. Thankfully my self appointed rehab aid assisted me on my journey to the silly land. There is nothing lovelier than a fall evening on the lake where the peace of the evening is broken only by the sound of Zigge, Zagga, Hoi Hoi Hoi!
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