A friend of mine is eating something we call "nyponsoppa". According to my dictionary it's "rosehip soup" in English, but the bush it grows on is called "dogrose bush". I know that English is a really weird language, but that makes absolutely no sense at all. Unless of course it's because the dogs pee all over the bushes. I guess it would make a little sense then. You know what? I'm just gonna stop speculating about this and just say that it was ages since I had rosehip soup. It was ages since I had blueberry soup aswell, and I like that a lot more even though I hate blueberries, but knowing me and my... clumsy streak... it's just better to have rosehip soup.
Yesterday I probably had the most fun I've had in years. Good friends, some silly games, the opportunity of losing and just chats and laughter and fun. I mean, do you really need anything more? I don't think so.
Twister is a funny game. Our thing with it used to be that we played it naked - at least that's what we told others to make them wish they were there. Trust me, you don't wanna do it naked - all of a sudden you get a really hairy ass up your nose. And yes, that's happened to me. Or well, at least I think it was hairy... for safety reasons the person had jeans on. And you know, it's always the same. Because someone will shove their ass up your face. I did it yesterday. Right before I lost - there's just something about left hand on blue that doesn't work if you're standing on green and red and got someone behind you halfway up your dress. Yea, if you've never played Twister I really recommend you do. Oh shut up and just trust me on this!
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