I just wanna big up my boys! C, D & O Your the best in the word, my summer was saved by you guys, I felt like crap almost everyday (heartbroken like a little bitch....) but you put a smile on my face everytime we do our got damn thang! Thanks boys and I love you all big time!
Death is a gnarly thing. Everything and everyone dies or will die at some point. It doesn't matter if it's person, a feeling or a flower rottening. Im not saying this in a "everything-will-turn-to-shit" kind of way. That's just the way it goes in my opinion. Others might disagree or will disagree. Take the muslims for example. They belive that the present life is a trial in preperation for the next realm of existence. I would like to belive in reincarnation like the muslims or any other person with thoose kind of thoughts towards death. It scared me alot back in the days but not so much anymore. I don't know if that is a positive or negative thing. You choose.
I don't think that there is no need to be walking around thinking about the fact that you could die any second. Even if it's obvious that a brick could fall from a building and hit you right in the forehead causing your brain to shut down. What i do think is that you should respect him though, death. By that i mean not doing stupid stuff that might kill your sorry ass. Like paragliding, russian roulette or knitting.
When Elvis met The Beatles in his home in Bel-Air he alegedley got bored and said: "Quite frankly if you guys are going to stare at me all night, I'm going to bed"
Im sorry boys.....my fellow bloggers....u all suck.....this is a BLOG, we needs to blog the crap out of this shit....like the black proud men we are.....so grap your computers and type type type!!!
It's friday afternoon at a marketing department in downtown Stockholm. A group of men have locked themselves in a conference room with one mission. To retake the latest slope in popularity MQ has suffered with the young and trendy i Sweden.
They all agree MQ need a new spokesperson, a new face.
-It has to be someone with an impeccable sense of style, someone says.
-He has to be a role-model for people aged 15-25, says another.
-Maybe it should be a singer, who is the hottest name in the music industry today? a third man asks.
Suddenly one of the men rises up from his chair and screams out, call Brolle!!! And everyone starts applauding in unison, their work was done.
You know the flashing marker that steals all your attention when you're trying to write something of value.
Like now for example. Fuck!
Just look at it! Staring back at you full of malicious pleasure.
Sometimes i wonder if it was designed to fuck with peoples minds. I mean what's the flashing for? That's one of the factors which contributes writersblock.
From now on let us all decide to boycott the internet and never ever use computers again. I'm going to buy myself an old fashion typewriter and give all you facebookers the middlefinger.
I wanna make a tribute to the worlds greatest TV-Chef ! Fuck Tina, Fuck the-licens-to-grill-dude and FUCK Martha. Per Morberg is the greatest of them all. Riche, Cafe Opera and Hamlet Bannmister Wharf Newport Rhode Island USA is a couple of spots he used to work at before he took his acting to a higher level. We @ JFK wanna se this man kill a animal in the woods drag it in to his 17-room house in the archipelago of Trosa, peel the skin of that bitch and cook it in his dream-kitchen everyday.....He onced said that that he ”knullar maten”....thats swedish for Fucking the food....Please TV4....make an episode everyday for the rest of our life. Watch this genius cook here : http://www.tv4.se/1.283438?videoId=1.276905&renderingdepartment=2.757
I read an interesting thing today. You can call it a myth or an urban legend. Starring our favourite musician and drunk Ulf Lundell. According to the story Ulf were sitting in the back of a bus drunk as fuck, broken and probably singing to himself. Everyone on the bus keeps looking at him like some kind of zoo-animal.
After a while he looks back at them and says (with a drunken, dark voice known in swedish as "whiskeyröst")
"In the past two years i've released two books of poetry, three short stories, four albums and painted sixteen paintings. What the fuck have you been doing?"
Sometimes you just have one of thoose days at work where nothing seems to go your way. It is one of thoose day for this journalist in the clip. In an interview with Bob Dylan things doesn't go his way. Life is hard, and Dylan is a genious.
A really odd thing happend to a friend of mine a couple of months ago as he was feeling lonely, laying on my couch. After a night out without any perticular luck with the ladies
the drunken hornyness came crawling up his spine like a cold chill.
The thing that started with some innocent mental masturbation and light petting lead him to a crossroad were he had to choose. And so he did.
He did a thing most lonely guys have thought of doing at some time of their life but few actually have gone through with.
Wanda was her name. A hot, platina-blond 22 year old with a perfect body she described herself on her website. The thing with Wanda was that she knew how to charge her costumers.
1 hour standard sex, 2500:- with an extra analfee of 500:- for example.
My dear friend collected his last money and came up with 1233:- Which made him 1267:- short from getting his freak on. So he asked her kindly if she could come over and give him a little striptease and charge him his 1233:-
But the proposition made by my friend pissed her off. "I'm a whore, no fucking stripper" she said. This is what i don't understand.
That means she consider being stripper more degrading than being a prostitute, that means she consider taking her clothes of and shaking her bum is more humiliating than charging different guys to sleep with her.
That's when i learned a valuable lession, Prostitutes don't strip!
All of us should get out more. And not just go out and take a walk but go out and eat dinner. Why do we swedes don't like to leave our houses. I propose a national 'go out to dinner day', just imagine everyone having a day of to be hangover after a nice day at a restaurant.
When I was a kid I went to this dans school to learn "boogie woogie" or in swedish; "bugg". Anyways, my mum brought me there to get rid of some of my light ADHD behavior that caused my female teacher's brain tumor. Sort of.
If it wasn't for that girl, in the dance class I fell in love with, that dumped me when I was eight years old, maybe I would've been as good as these fellas in the video above.