so we met up in somthing called Sönderborg (of all places) and emil got veeeeery drunk and kept on talking about his sheep back home in iceland (marie, maybe he's not lying like some people that say that they have sheep just to trick an innocent icelanders to come and visit them...)
gulli, on the other hand, threw up in his bed later on... it was only lucky that he hadn't gotten any sheep to follow him home that night... he must be loosing his touch. (btw. this is a lie, i did NOT throw up in the bed...) (did too!) (no no nonsence) (well, beside of the bed then) (anyway, it probably was the kebab that i didnt get... those things are nasty for the digestion... but get even nastier once you're hooked on them (and im hooooooooked) and if you dont get your kebab... then you go cold turkey...)
we did however get some reeeealy good food at gulli's place. the real good traditional kind of food made from all kind'a parts from sheep. (yes, you can use sheep for all sorts of things, even eating them...)
then we got even more beer and schnaps and beer... thanks to emils creditcard (thank you emil :D) (no problem gulli... if you don't pay up i'll have your kneecaps and hang on my wall :-) )
THEN we finally got downtown... Sönderborg is great place for behaving like an idiot (that means behaving like an icelandic in denmark...) when nobody knows you (and there are a lot of icelanders doing that here)
we kept on like that till five in the morning (then we got kicked out because of emils sheep making a scene) and we tried to take a taxi home, only gulli couldn't pronounce the adress where he lives... (emil, RÉ-N-D MÍ-G!!!) (wonder how he gets home when he's in france... he must be sleeping in the street most of the time) (emil, like i said, REND MIG/go find a dead duck and fuck it... nothing wrong with my danish, you're just jealous that i speak better danish than you do icelandic...) (No, you don't gulli... and besides from the fact that you can spell "Rend mig", you still can't say it right, can you?) Anyway, better finish (pekka? what about him) this thing off before we kill each other... it's a real love/hate thing (mostly because emil keeps hogging the sheep... i'm starting to suspect that he's getting pretty serious with it... do i hear wedding bells ringing?) (You can't share a sheep gulli... it's mine, and will be untill i find something even more fluffy) (hamster?) (NO, because if I had a hamster, you'd never leave alone, you pervert!)
So, anyway... happy new year, everybody

gulli and emil (who's still drunk and caressing his sheep...) (while gulli is watching... which is worst, I ask?)

[editors note: if anybody asks, we were probably still drunk or something and will deny any knowledge of having written this...]