It was a beautiful Norwegian summer. The sun was out, the rain had stopped and the midges was not out (yet).

I was around 8 or 9 and only wearing a pair of shorts feeling the sun kiss my shockingly white skin, while I carried our cat outside. She was laying over my shoulder. She purred and purred. It was bliss.

Then my mother pulled the cord and fired up the lawn mover. The cat used me as a ramp as it took off and ran inside to hide under the couch.

As a man in my 40s, I have both physical and psychological scars from that day.

This follows classic maritime law: You don’t have to pay taxes if you live in the air. That is what my lawyer Chareth Cutestory said. I have the best lawyers

I can smell your neckbeard and fedora from here

That’s now called “drinking blood”

Ruined clothes 😱

Meh. We did it before the internet turned to shit. It will be OK

I love that ABBA song!

C’est la vie

Treat them like a HP printer

I’m not even American, but I would gladly hop across the pond on pure hate alone to fight all of them.

Classical music always makes me angry, for some reason. There’s just something that irks my central nervous system when I hear it. It is excellent when I need the extra omph during especially heavy lifting sets.

I would choose Brahms or something. Then I would be extra merciless when fighting

First time I went to the US as an adult, I was shocked. When I stopped at a gas station to fill up the rental car, I noticed they sold beer at the gas station. And it was on sale. My norwegian mind almost exploded

Ahhh, that vit D!

What if your friend is a vegan?

Out out?

Postheating

The tomatoes my local big brand name shop sells is atrocious. If I buy them from a speciality store or a store owned by immigrants, the fruits and vegetables are infinitely better and the price is not that bad when compared to the brand name shop

The damn Viet Cong 😒

Powermad is playing at The Hurricane!

I had a friend who hated tomatoes. I’ve served him tomato soup several times without him knowing what it is, and he fucking loved it!

And he used (poured) ketchup on everything

It is very a arctic way of speaking/writing. “Isfrie havner” (ice free ports) is a norwegian way of saying “warm water port”