Well. Igor and me went to a concert with swedish hardcore band Raised Fist yesterday.
Everyone knows that if you go to a concert you have to drink beer.
Igor had never tasted beer before
He therefore decided to try it out and have a sip.
As always with beer. A sip is never a sip.
He dove head first into the beer, and I had to rescue him quickly so thet he wouldn't short ciruit or anything.
Igor moaned.
"Can somebody wipe off this foam?"
Me and my friends just laughed at the hilarious scene.
"It's really not as fun as it seems."
And we kept laughing´.
"Please?"
And about here we took a napkin and helped him.
Oh yes. There was a band playing.
At concerts you have to be front row. That's what it's all about.
So Igor clawed and elbowed his way to the front.
Igor was all excited about intensity of the band and kept banging his fist in the air.
Haha, underbart! Igor börjar visst bli en riktig vildbasare.
ReplyDeleteWow, inte trodde jag att Igor gillade ÖL och Raised Fist, helt underbart att han slapp in och inte fastnade i vakten, fast han lämnade väl bössan hemma.
ReplyDeleteDet visste inte han heller. Innan kvällen.
ReplyDeleteSjälvklart lämnade pangaren hemma. Precis som när han reste till Staterna. Vill ju inte riskera att åka fast heller.
Jag älskar den där jävla stollen.
ReplyDeleteHahaha
ReplyDeleteJag ska börja supa som en robot.