Sweden
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Daily random leftover from Sweden.
Random pics from Sweden, starting with the above risotto I had to Swedify with a pre-spiced string of bbq meat. Cooked in a frying pan.
That piece of meat is a staple of the Swedish summer. Gross but then again also nice.
Messing up my sisters apartment
Think I snapped this guy before, in his earlier days, when he had better skin.
It’s funny how the wind, or excessive eating, makes you look like a meatball on sticks
You can’t tell from that innocent look of mine, but you can tell by looking at Matthias, that we’re almost drunk out of our minds. Later this eve I, for the first time in a very long time, get drunk enough to loose it. [shut up Alex, it was so last year]. I get helped (dragged) home by friends who enters my sisters place to dump my sorry excuse of a carcass there, scaring the life out of her in the process. What a night. 
Newfound love – chainsaws 
Still haven’t figured out why and how my head is moving this fast
Random goodies for my own reminiscing enjoyment. Enjoy it, me.
I always dork it up with Stella.Â
“STELLA!!
STELLA!!!
Can’t you hear me yella?!
You’re puttin’ me through hella!
Stella…STELLA”
Major points if you know/knew that without the use of google.
It’s good when balls have an arrow on them, to show which direction they are suppose to go
Took off at night to capture the trash madness that is the Scandic booze cruises. Regular trash people doing regular trash people things. Moms with kids in tow shaking (or at least rocking) her body back and forth way past midnight with the sole purpose of impressing the right one who, may or may not be there this weekday morning.
Later I met the gay guy again, the dude from the entry below (post below) who once again tells me he’d just swallow. It seems he finally got why I (and no one else) slightly giggled about the cigar talk. He’s very excited about this now gotten funny joke and wants to try it out on other people too. Thus the trash circle has transpired genders and sexuality, and I’m all happy.
Thanks random lady that took the photo, for letting us now when you’d snap.
I have a 100 yen glasses theme going
A fake beach complete with chlorine, no sand and lots of fake but deadly rays. I’m missing a fizzy Mai–tie.
The ocean turned from one shade of pretty to another.
Gay guy in the cigar room, smoking a cigarette, gave me this unintentional freebie:
“I can’t smoke [those] I’d just swallow”. The thing is that that really was unintentional on his end. No one was moved. Not him, not my mom, not the trash “boys” and their gangs around the room. Not the old men, not the alco-moms, no one.
IÂ love going on these trips.
Shopping booze unlike a boss
