Badonk loves dolphins

Badonk was to say the least....special. She laughed at everything, but could'nt speak English. So essentially she had no idea what she was laughing at. One day on the train we found out that the next day was her birthday. Her sister Mooreen and Snorelax took her to the dining carriage to celebrate whilst Julia and I stayed in our cabin for some pringles gorging and relaxation time. Just as Julia was stuffing the final remenents of pringles into her mouth Mooreen bursts back into the cabin screaming "I HAVE A DOLPHIN, I HAVE A DOLPHIN!" Julia and I have no idea what Mooreen wants and I felt bad we ate all the pringles. She explains that Badonk loved dolphins when she was little and that she, Mooreen, had managed to bribe the dining carriage woman to give her one of the blow up dolphins which had tastefully been used as decoration. This, Mooreen said was to be Badonks one and only 19th birthday present because she had forgotten to buy her a present in Moscow.

It was five minutes to 12 midnight, five minutes before Badonks birthday. Mooreen, Snorelax, Julia and I locked ourselves in our cabin to sign the blowup dolphin, Mooreen swiftly taught us how to sing happy birthday in dutch, and then we taught them how to sing it in Swedish. Surely happy birthday sung in three different languages would make up for the fact that all we had to give Badonk was a blowup dolphin and a mug of prima russian vodka. We called Badonk into the room and suprised her with the dolphin and singing, she was exstatic and commenced to tell us how she loved dolphins when she was little, we had to listen politely again to the story...after all it was her birthday. We followed with drinking games. I tried to teach our group the game "what the fuck". It consists of clapping your hands to a beat and then one person starts singing:


"Woah fuck me, whats the name of this fucking game, I said what the fuck here we go now" and then you sing your own name e.g.

"Han fuck han fuck can i get a ... fuck" ... is the next persons name and you do this in time to the beat of your hands. The next person then sings their name and passes it on etc. and if you mess up you have a shot of vodka


I have never encountered such musically inept retards in my entire life. Snorelax was way too cool to play with us (obviously because he was all of three years older) so he sat out. Mooreen didn't quite manage to master clapping and speaking at the same time and whenever the game got passed to Badonk....she would stare vacantly into space for a while then burst into manic laughing that sounded like when a caveman attacks a wild bore. The game ended fast as Mooreen and Badonk finished off the bottle of Vodka by themselves.

Really frustrated teacher