Ach du lieber, let me tell ya: if one more fella asks me why a stubborn Bavarian like me packed up his Bierkrug and moved to Texas, I might just smack him with a bratwurst. It’s not complicated, Freunde – Texas is like Bavaria’s wild cousin who traded the Alps for longhorns, and I fell head over boots for it. Sunsets Bigger Than Beer Steins In Bavaria, ja, we have mountains and lakes that make poets cry. Schön, wunderbar. But…
Zefix nochmal, if you’re reading this, either you got lost on the internet or you actually care what a grumpy Bavarian brewmaster is doing in Texas. Either way – Servus, Grüß Gott, and howdy, my friends. I’m Hans, but since nobody here can pronounce my last name without sounding like a lawnmower choking, I go by Hans “Brewkraut.” Easier on your tongue, ja? Who Is This Bavarian Loudmouth? I was born with a Maßkrug in one hand and a Brezn…
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