Tomorrow, I'm going to Oslo. What I'll find there, I have no clue. Work? Perhaps. Booze? Nah too expensive. Thank God for semi-legal imports.
Tonight was OK. Drunk at nöjesfabriken. Wicky stuck to me like glue to a bearded Mormon, which was a bad thing. Left even before the before-closing-have-to-find-cheap-sex frenzy. Probably healthy for me but my dong disagrees.
Hope things will work out in Norway. Wish me luck folks. Goodnight.
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Luck friend!
that's not very nice. i helped innocent people to not contract a shameful disease from you.
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