Wednesday, 10 Dec 2008 | Views [729] | Comments [4]
I’ve eaten moose. Sat naked in a sauna. Sung ABBA to Abbanians. Gate-crashed a funeral. I must have been to Sweden. The moose tasted like cow. The sauna smelt like pine. The Abbanians cheered like mad. And the dead guy left the building. The ... Read more >
