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"Right now I don't have the time to write a proper profile, so you can have my standard:
I know a guy we call the monkey...."
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Occupation:
Welfare reprazent
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Hobbies and Interests:
hotline, beer, music
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Favorite Books:
horror, science fiction, neal stephenson, stephen king, philip k. dick, iain m. banks, erwin neutszky-wulff
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Favorite Movies:
pi, brazil, delicatessen, pusher
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Favorite Music:
idm, punk, emo, hardcore, alternative, acoustic, whatever, most, weird fucked up shit
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Favorite TV Shows:
simpsons, seinfeld, futurama, family guy
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About Me:
Right now I don't have the time to write a proper profile, so you can have my standard:
I know a guy we call the monkey. He's one of them punk rock kids with the mohican and all that. Once, we were all smoking up on the beach, and this kid came up to us and started giving hell about the monkey calling him a bastard, which I was pretty sure he hadn't. I got up (almost a foot taller than the hell-kid) and told him that the monkey didn't say anything in that diretion. So he gets pissed, and starts pushing me, and I tell him, stop pushing me or I'll push you back (ooh, harsh threat there - I'm drunk and stoned, don't care). So he keeps at it, and I eventually push him back and he goes mental and punches me in the face breaking my glasses. That has me a bit miffed and I put him to the ground and tell him to stop doing that or I'll hurt him (I swear I am not making this up). Eventually, the others have me off him and he runs off and calls his biker friends to take him home. I'm drunk and pissed and start crying cause my glasses are broken. What a night.
In Denmark, if you want to report assualt to the police, you have to have a doctors report, but 911 said that it could wait till tomorrow. So I didn't go that night, since only my glasses broke and I got a small bruise on my temple. But then the next day, they tell me I had to go right off. Oh fuck that I think, I call up hell-kid, since he was actually in my kid brothers class, and tell him he ought to replace my glasses. His dad is mighty pissed at me (well, I did threaten with a police report, even though I didn't have any grounds for doing so). But eventually they end up paying my glasses (abt 300 usd or so, I think).
Now I've had this little group of angry minors at me for 3 years. It's pretty amusing.
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Who I Want to Meet:
anyone who kicks ass
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because when I was hanging out with
him, he lived in "Gilleleje" which is a
fishing town. Actually I don't know
where he lives now ;o)
Mikkel is great at computer and
Internet programming and drinking beer.
When Mikkel is drunk enough he may
start a fight, but he always recovers
from he's wounds. Some times I also
kick him around just for fun !
to out-drink this man one night --
between us, our combined beer count was
insufficient to take him down. This man
has a lump of steel from the future
where his liver should be.
Legoland and Viking museums, but he
decided to go be america's bitch
instead. So I don't know much about him,
aside from the fact that I can drink him
under the table. Blindfolded, with my
hands behind my back. And handcuffed, if
you like that sort of thing.
now. He claims to be a hardcore
drinker, but it took me a matter of
hours to make him puke. He's the shit.
SKOL
list sed thae kold trust Mikkel in ae
fiet .. ied havf tue agree that hee
wold brinG ae niet anD reec advartaj
tue enee stowsh ..
if hee wer the fietinG tiep (or bakt
intue ae korner) ... this man iz ae
sensitivf delikaet karakter hue haz
brietend menee an instant msejinG
daae ... cek hiM owt anD yue tue miet
just fol intue sumthinG unekspekted
but wurthwiel ... in the lonG run ..
Oh, if any of you punk MFs wanna mess with my homie Mikkel, you best be ready to feel some hurt.
site works =P this is my brother, he
allways stops me from doing stupid shit
while im too drunk to think.. it
allmost allways results in me hurting
him or me making him hurt me (cuz im so
annoying)
definitely 18 and the zucchini was *her*
idea. but seriously, if wishes were
beers, mikkel would be drunk. also?
wins mr. geniality every damn time.
deodorant, and Mikkel's and my feet,
kicking. That's typical shit. He' a
good guy.
my very favorite kind of Danish.