You sick Swedish folk!
Maybe...maybe there is...who knows. But I doubt it XD lol, nah seriously though, for my birthday I plan to have the Firewind logo tattoo'd across my back. 13 days and counting people. 29th September.
xx Kirsty
Ooooh 29th of September. A very good friend of mine has her birthday on that day too. And that day will be a big one over here, a good bunch of my friends are having their graduation ceremony so it's going to be a total slugfest mwahaha. Since I always seem to be the last one standing (self acknowledged alcoholic, thank you), I'll be the one taking pics and videos. Promises to be loooooooooooads of fun. I'll think of you too getting your tattoo
Ok, then I gotta reply to this thread..
Eddie - WHAT KIND OF MONSTERS ARE YOU UP THERE?!?!?! STICK YOUR FRIEND UP IN A DRUNK CELL?!?! *sighs* And I thought you Scandinavians had the best rating for your "cost of living" over there... Sheesh, call the cops and have them stick your buddy in a cell. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong again. I knew there had to be something wrong in your country, you have it too good: amazingly hot women, the cold, amazing music. Now, along with expensive liquor, you get friend betrayal. EVIL! THAT'S EVIL I SAY!!!
(Ok this is shaping up to be a long post, but I don't care, you people don't do much anyways lol And it's a Sunday for crying out loud... So you could use some nice lecturing. Or reading. However you take it. Now stop smiling and keep reading. Bitch.)
Now, if I was in your situation... After wiping the cum off his face (well not me), I'd throw him in the shower to freshen him up, then make him drink salted coffee to puke his guts out, clean him up and let him sleep somewhere. See, I'm nice. I'm H-U-M-A-N. Evil white man over here sticks his buddy up in a jail cell. Pffff. Remind me to cockslap you when I see you. Kirsty is right about you "sick Swedish folk"
And Kirsty... 9pm late?!? How are we gonna function in Copenhagen, 9pm is EARLY for me. That's when I have pre-dinner. Get with the program woman! At least you can sort of control your puke... Lol
And you're probably wondering: "Well what about one of your stories, you fuckin' Nazi?!" Hum... Well, let's see...
Well I can share one that happened a few months ago, really funny/embarassing... But mainly funny.
So, I was invited to a friend's house because we hadn't seen each other in a while. I knew just like 4 guys (2 brothers - their house, and 2 other guys) and I was introduced to this other guy. All the liquor we had was 8 bottles of wine (1,5L each), one special vodka that I prepared, a bottle of sambuca, 3 beers and a tiny bottle of Goccie Imperiale (Imperial Drops. 95%). So, my friends were telling the guy that when it came to alcohol, I was like a Ferrari and they were like a Fiat (Italians and cars... lol) So anyways, while we were waiting for the girls to arrive, I got bored and popped open a bottle of wine and we started drinking. The girls got there and I was already in overdrive, hogged a whole bottle for myself. We opened the vodka (that is totally killer), and doing shots and all... Then some buddies of mine called me, asking where I was and I told them to drop by the party.
When they got there, I was pretty tipsy already, going from the stade of drinking wine to just shooting the whole glass, so I somehow finished 2 bottles by myself in like... Well I don't remember how long, but apparently it wasn't long. So, there I was with some of the guys, cracking drunk jokes and one of the girls comes up to us and asks me what I'm talking about that could be so funny. I told her that I was cracking bukkake jokes, and then asked her if she knew what it was. She said no, so I was going to explain it to her when the guys kept on interrupting me because they thought that it would be too vulgar for her or stuff, or that she'd be mad. I told them to fuck off (all of this has been told to me the next day cos I don't remember any of this), and I explained to her what bukkake was under the complete shocked looked of the guys. Since, I said it so matter-of-fact, the girl actually smiled and said that it was interesting and came around the bar to me, and then apparently I did some magic tricks with her that she absolutely loved... And then we disappeared for 20 minutes.
No one knows what happened, because I don't remember, and no one knows lol. When I came back, I had way more drinks, finished the Imperial Drops with a friend (instead of wetting our lips, we just chugged it). By then, I was thoroughly, but thoroughly drunk. I was swearing blasphemies left and right, which had my friends laughing (cos they know I'm like that), and which had the other people I met that night (including the guy in the beginning) frowning and mad because they're Christians. But what my buddies told me was that those people weren't actually fun in the beginning, so it didn't change much lol.
So there I was, wrecking havoc, drinking everything I could get my hands on. I then stumbled out on the terrace and one friend followed me, asking if I was gonna puke. I asked him if he wanted me too, and he said "Ok, give me your camera, I'll film you". So, I made myself puke from the 6th floor terrace while my friend was filming (and it nearly made him puke). Then I went in, finished like another drink and then went to puke in the bathroom... And then apparently, I left without telling anyone but I thought I had because there are pictures of me outside the apartment with another one of my buddies who was there that night. Then I remember puking before going in the cab, and then when I was in the cab, the guy was really nice and told me to sit in front and took care of me, I got home, drank loads of water and passed out on my bed with the trash can next to me.
Woke up next day to have everything I just wrote told to me by one of my friends who thought I had jumped from the 6th floor because they couldn't find me hahahahaha. And then adding that he'd never seen me that drunk, and now knows that wine mixed with vodka mixed with sambuca mixed with Imperial Drops mixed with beer will knock down even the Great Spike.
And thus is my piece of writing for the day. Hope you enjoyed it
Ooooh, and more epic drunk stories about Senderos Del Rock Festival. 
