Monday - day 4
Well, we're at day 4 now, sitting in a Maroccian restaurant. The President
(Tumba) was just served his flan (crème caramel) so he delegated
the writing of this page to the rest of us. The following poem was created
by all of us together saying one word each at a time:
Why am I so very tired? We are sitting under the open guitar.
God, this is so hopeless. Today wasn't sunny after Henrik burned his face.
Now no new restaurant will entice ludicrously beneath the tablecloth or
I relax, eat some dates and stuff. Whoppee!, said Anette who suddenly got
Jocke's joke.
Unconsciously I owe nothing to nobody except my dogs because
they are stupid. Whenever dogs bark they bark forever. However, "ever-lasting
karma" screamed the gods.
Stefan told the following riddle:
What's as tall as a tree, round as a cup, but all the King's horses
can't pull it up?
The answer will follow tomorrow! (no looking in your pants!)
The lunch that made Mårten sick (see day
5)
Skibums
sMAAAAAASk
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