At the roosters prompting I awake swiftly, only to sink back down as the devil compresses my head between his ass cheeks in attempt to make a diamond. I slowly expose my sensitive pupils to the light, only to see a world of denim. After some thought I recognize the problem and remove the size zero jeans from my head. Their owner is nowhere to be found, nor are my own jeans. Both the girl and my jeans are apparently lost to me, somewhere between Regensburg and this unknown town of 100 people. Perhaps the bartender who thought my horrible German was so cute would know. But which town was she in? Somewhere between jager street and jagerbomb lane I think. What an evil woman, punishing me for dropping my jager shot by pouring me two more.
My Bavarian hosts of the evening eventually find me and explain my headgear. Who would have thought jeans make such a great jumper when cold? The owner of said jeans is still unknown however.
So this one's for you mystery girl, wandering bavaria pantless. Only a true friend would give you their pants to wear on their head when you are cold.