Norway has a lot less vikings than you would expect.
What it does have are rock hard roadside mounds of far from virgin snow, long since deflowered by the savage hands of dirt, gravel, and whatever other grime the sidewalk has summoned. Those filthy monuments coupled with the crippling temperatures almost made that strange land feel like home.
Don't get the wrong impression though, Norway has far better things than that to offer. O's with lines through them, coins with holes in them, and sweet brown cheese. Statues doing things that the FCC wouldn't allow on cable TV. Libertarians throwing elk droppings at each other in the middle of the forest. An opera bar where some anonymous goddess crushes more and more rose petals with every heavenly note that runs from her mouth around the crowded pub. She isn't content with breaking you heart with only her song, the lonely galaxy in her eyes will make you want to leave a world that could ever to harm to such a creature.
It was really cool in general and Brock made this cool movie. We must also take this time to offer our infinite thanks to our hosts Ane and Marius, whom we love because they get our jokes.
We landed back in Madrid at about 12:30 AM on Friday, and finally made it home after escaping the railway tentacles of the Metro Monster that threatened to leave on stranded in the Spanish night.
Open the door to the bathroom to find a plastered Mormon passed out on the floor, eradicating any hopes of making it to the toilet to relieve your travel weary bladder. Stay awake for four more hours listening to rap music waiting for a break in the slumber of the beast.
Saturday, go somewhere else.
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First, Last. Alpha, Omega. Had to do it.
If for some reason a statue is ever constructed in my honour, I hope it is one of me forever frozen in time, tossing and kicking babies to their doom. On a different note, Brendan, was that a 10 deep hoody you are wearing?
My favorite part is the massive phallus made out of naked writhing bodies. It's beautiful.
brendan, i was just wondering who the plastered mormon was and why was he there
I love the little dog. He is awesome
Don´t worry about the mormon for now.
the people from norway as wonderfully perverse.
are*....yikes.
haha i can almost hear you guys giggling and making jokes about those statues.
Nate, word. Brendan, you and that dog remind me of a certain memory of Sam and a dog... Ya know, just sayin.
haha sam boned katie's freakish dog...you may be..and probably are...talking about a different situation. but...sam still definitely porked katie's disgusting dog behind her couch
Fuck everyone.
Fine Art really is inspiring, isn't it?
sam...i have photos...and it was hot
Nate, yes that is 10 Deep.
it wasnt behind the couch clayton, it was out in the open, right ON the couch....haha. sorry sam.
kelly...i have photos of sam crawling out from behind the couch with the dog after nobody could find him for literally about an hour...hows moscow?
the travelers...did you guys end up exploring outside of cities much in normay? hike around a bit or anything of that nature? loves
Umm, I remember going behind the couch because I was sick of being harassed. It was a pretty ill hiding place. I'm not sure if you looked but there was only about a foot between the couch and the edge of the fireplace. so, sam and dog action only happened on the couch. at least that's what you call a delirius kid with a dog on his crotch.
I've have claytons pictures of 1/23 and 1/24, the days of that weekend. Unless someone else took pictures, I call bullshit.
I'm going to remain anonymous.
joel is a cunt...nobody else is excused to have my photos...if it is somebody else...let it be known...joel is the only man that i don't sensor my photos to. touche
Who hasn't boned that dog? That's all I'm saying.
Brendan almost looks as scroungy as glenn with that new beard.
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