Fragments from a message-home-book, recorded at the back on the 21 bus. Not too early in the morning, as this writer has incurred dropplangfinger, completely true. Can't say how it happened, it is embarrassing.
On the way to the job at Hasle, located in the vicinity of Siberia. The night before at the book launch of a colleague. He who at christmas in spent time in hoppuka, and which now is out with "Hoppuka. A travelogue", signed the man with the good eyes and the style pen, Thomas "LuaLua" Karlsen, dice 19, 19 and 19,5.
Bus for anxiety, the number 21, it is still dirty and red. Spinning past a frozen beggar and we see the world's finest yellow vests. The slips and half falls over the road, but in a row: They hire each other, cheeks red/yellow vests. They are perhaps three seconds old, boys and girls from a kindergarten. Heart melt. The finest. Continue reading about Brexit. More wolf. Resentment.
Vålerengas Clan that makes the T-shirt: "Save a wolf – shoot bønda". Harsh reactions from both the political commentator, Eva Nordlund, in noble Nationen and from him who laughs very often, Trygve Slagsvold Vedum. But, here realize neither she or he is surely some bad humor from the Clan (good too sometimes), and we must say that everything is not 1 to 1. This they can then not be read as an invitation to someone to shoot the farmers, frankly. Where are we in 2019? Taksfri-nation so, no, we sing: the beer and (kind of) violence and skamslåtte farmers. detv is possible this writer is completely on the ground, but this thing is then, really not so serious that it had to be politianmeldes. Humorless farmers greeting a farmer from Eidsvoll. Makaløst.
and noble Lightning-the people are farmers for the Clan. Trygve, came on the Bohemian, where skåles in Vargtass. Bus 21, paragraph 2. c. Do not touch. What is the Solberg & her court doing? What in all created public holidays.
Enough now, also by Jensen, Cappelen and the eternal Fire. Read about VG and who knew what and when? Hmm. Orcs we more now? The world otherwise, go completely off the shaft. Brexit. The british undermålhuset, for a bunch of arrogant bedrevitere.
As Elling says in a blog, these are the losers from a wind-blown island. Brexit, well it is written too little about Ole Gunnar Solskjær. Ole is a Legend, number 20. Goalgetter. Solskjær and Manchester United, two names that will get those who think the alphabet consists of four letters, YNWA, to cno. We cry, United We Stand and a comfort: You red from the Everton-city wins pokalen. Relax, Egon.