That’s no Pussy

Yesterday I was carefree, dirty and a bit drunk in the park with a couple of friends. Finally – it’s summer in Norway, though it usually lasts for about two seconds. Our bodyguard happened to be Whisky, not whisky as in Jack – but this guy:

When I got back my Mac died (the huge amount of coffee that fell over/in it, might have something to do with that). 
So now – I’m fucked. 
So tonight – I’ll probably get fucked up.
Peace.