This weekend, I experienced something I never expected to - a birthday party on the Danish countryside. This very cultural experience was spiced up by the fact that the man we celebrated turned 75 , the average age was about 70 (counting me, Andreas and some others). There were about 110 people attending the occasion.
I've never seen that old people consume that amount of alcohol, dancing on chairs, clapping their hands above their heads, toasting every 20 seconds. Surely, they were alive.
And people say it never happens anything on the countryside...
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I bet you toasted every 20 seconds as well. Didn't you?
By the way, I did talk to you the other day or was it a dream? i talked to him as well didnt I?
Vasco, seriously... The last thing you told me was "Well, I'm off to roll a joint now. You don't mind, do you?"
How could you forget that?
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