There are these big parties, 4 times a year (or 6??), 2000 drunk students in a bunker…
Bommari(t??)
My first bommari.. Have my own drinks, kirsberry votka.. Drinking, and jumping to Zen Café…
There is this curly blondie in front.. Oh, she turns around..
Hmm…. Conversation, sexy dance.. yummy..
One hour later, I have finished my drink, but not drunk, she has drank half a Minttu, and is over the clouds…
Principle: Do not touch drunk women
Action: Look for her friends in that huge party, and find them..
“Hello, I have brought your friend to you, I cannot do this.. you can take better care of her..”
Three months later, Ilves NightClub,
“Helloou”
“Hioo”
“Say Finndistan, I got a question”
“??”
“You use drugs???”
“No, why”
“Well after you left me in bommari, I needed to pee, and the toilets were cueued… So I went outside to the bushes.. While I was there, someone attacked me… I got free, but see these stitches?.. Anyway, so my friends have told the police about you.. you know, that I talked to a foreigner.. I told them it wasn’t you, but still wanted to make sure”
“……………………………………………..”
Guess I am living a dangerous life here :)
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