In the middle part of the decade just past, I was living in another city and often found myself in a bar that overlooked that city's main river from a far height. One day (it was daylight, noon or so) I was in said bar talking to a Norwegian lady by the name of _______. She was trying to pass the time by having a conversation with me about the snow in Oslo; she also mentioned she had a tall Viking boyfriend. Well, she mentioned she had a boyfriend; I just inferred the Viking part.
She was very striking. So much so that I morphed into a tongue-tied, stammering doofus, all "Oh, so you're from Oslo, that's cool DUR DUR DUR DUR." Let's hope that our U.S. Americans have more resolve than had I that wintry day. Never forget.
Other games to watch this eve:
Canada vs. Switzerland, for Revenge and Blood
Russia vs. the tired Slovaks. Slovakia played last night, of course, but Russia's defense might offer them more scoring opportunities than the Czechs did.
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Check your damn e-mail Morty!
Slacka-potamous!
Sorry. This is about Twain's, right?
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