Beer googles, whale hunts and Hotdogs

Just came home from the afterparty, still a bit wasted. We men have an extaordinary ability to turn the very simplest thing into the most beautiful thing when we put on the beer googles.

To make any sense of this shit I am gonna start the story with me being in town. I met a girl that I've met many times before but always ignored somehow today she was a fucking bombshell. I obviously start hitting on her and it's not a hard mission, she follows me to the train to then tag along with me home. On the train, thank God. My friend phones me up to let me know that there is an afterparty at his place. "Game" I say out loud and there we go, the afterparty. When we get there I shove my tongue down her throat and tell her all the things you tell a girl to get laid, Easy. Some dickhead (probably me)puts on a a slow song and she invites me to a dance. Sure I think, I guess I have to make some sacrifices to get laid tonight. Like a warm wind from Africa in the face of a human being inhabiting Sweden during the winter everything becomes clear. I look around and think to myself, where am I? what I am doing, and what the hell is this I have in my arms? I tell her I feel sick and sit down. She sits down next to me and all of my friends gives me that (you know what I mean) smile. I kind of stop talking to her, she still sits there totally quiet just waiting for me to go home and bring her with me. I finally decide to hide under a Swedish flag I find nearby.

At that point the time is about 08:00 am and I need Hotdogs! My friend and I decides that it's an awesome idea to head up the supermarket and get some. Stone drunk we begin our small adventure, the girl tags along. When we arrive the shop it's unfortunately closed and doesn't open until 9.... I tell my friend, let's go around to the back and pester these mongs. The girl says no I don't wanna do this, leave then I say and so she did. There's a few people loading off breadloafs at the loadingbay and I start screaming like an utter deviant retard that I am hungry. I sense fear in the people around me and someone throws me a a loaf of bread. Where is the cream cheese! I yell, a man in a blue overall says gimme some money and I'll pick one up for you. 2 minutes later he arrives with some cheese for me and then he sends me and my buddy packing. Mission accomplished!

Well, 40 minutes till the train for the next party departs. Need to get myself sorted.

/Hoff