

Jeg tror ikke det finnes så mange fjøsnisser på 5. etasje i boligblokk.


Jeg tror ikke det finnes så mange fjøsnisser på 5. etasje i boligblokk.


Flatbrød og fenalår. Den første gang jeg spiste rømmegrøt var på folkehøgskole. Hadde aldri hørt om det før og en venn sa at onkelen hans kunne spise 3 store skål med rømmegrøt og var veldig stolt av ham. Vi pleide å spise risengrøt hver lørdag og jeg spiste mye, så Jeg sa “jeg kommer til å spise 5 skål i kveld” uten å vite akkurat hvor mye fett det var i rømmegrøt. Spiste 2,5 skål og måtte gi meg. Neste gang måtte jeg ta med sekken min under genseren.


Obviously the reindeer get a carrot.


Please don’t feed refined sugar to the reindeer it’s really bad for them.


I guess work will set him free…


TBF I saw a guy in Scotland drink a dirty pint when he turned 18. It had a different shot in it for every year of his life +1 for luck (bad luck as it turned out). Topped off with tenants lager. He was not well.


Obviously a serious comment. You’re right to be offended!


But Baileys? Whiskey, rum, cognac, brandy, gin and tonic, anything but Baileys! The only use for Baileys is in novelty shots like a monkeys brain or cement mixer.


I also can’t be bothered clearing the table.


Oat, rice, or rømme?


Yeah we did that. I once found the end of the carrot in the garden next to some reindeer droppings that must have fallen off the roof. Although I think his reindeer might be having digestive issues, because it looked a lot like sheep shit.


I’m on my 23rd adress now (spread over 6 towns/cities). I have memories attached to each of the places, both good and bad I remember most of the addresses. I’ve had a pretty chaotic life but am mostly done with that now. I might move again in a few years but for now I’m settled.
In soviet onion political satire reads you!


It’s siesta by the Latvian artist Artūrs Bērziņš.

(Same guy)
Trump and Clinton both bad. Trump objectively worse, but both bad.
Anyone who listens to rap does.
Jo, men barna mi får vel nok grøt resten av året.