'sup, dick likkins?

So, basically, we're assholes, because we haven't blogged in a really long time. To further prove that I am an asshole, when Line fell asleep during Rocky Horror Picture Show last night, I drew a dick on her forehead in eyeliner.

L - "You watch out, [for drawing the dick], next time it'll be in permanent marker."

N - "You cock."

L - "No, you'll be the cock."

-Nik

So last night, Nik and I went on a bikeride. The first one in a LONNNNNG time. There was the indefinite tire wobble that could lead you into the bushes where the freaking fuzzy caterpillers would eat you or the road where a Honda civic would come and run us over.

So why, at ten o'clock at night, were we riding our bikes through the 'hood?

Nik slept through dinner and decided to get Mcdicks.

Then we went to Macs and stored up on candy, cheese poopers, and slushies.

And the angry brown guy there gave us 15 free candies :D

- Line

Ah, the angry brown guy. He's always so fricking emo. More than us.
Psh, he had no reason to be emo, he wasn't the one who went on National Lampoon's fucken bike ride. Shit, that trip made me never want to be safe about bike rides ever again

1) When attempting to use the key to lock the bikes, I broke the fucking lanyard.

2) Then, when attempting to do up my helmet, I broke the fucking clasp.

3) Then, Line almost hit a telephone pole.

4) Then, Line's seat fucking came off.

5) THEN, I FUCKING DROVE OVER MY FUCKING MCDONALDS.

-Nik.

What an amazing night. So speaking of amazing nights... in bed. A common passtime of late (for us anyway) has been chat roulette. So between the wankers and the shirtless people, there tend to be a few trolls and downright nice guys. So Nik had a bright idea (for once). How about dressing me up as a scene kid and freaking out all the idiots on Chat Roulette?

Sure why not.

In the end, I had about 4 inches of volume added to my hair, a couple pounds of black makeup, a pink bow, and you know what? Chat Roulette wouldn't even work.

-Line

I was truly proud of my styling skills, I thought she quite looked the part, it's really a shame the people of chatroulette didn't get to see it. I'd do it again, but I don't think Line would be up for another hair-torture session followed by two hours in the shower and a half a bottle of shampoo and conditioner trying to get the backcombing out.

The end of the year is great, though. We have free time to do all this shit, and no homework, and no classes. But, at the price of fricking FINAL AND PROVINCIAL EXAMS.

Holy shit-dick, fuck our lives. Questions about things we never learned, conveniently blanking out on the problems you studied really fricking hard on (lol) so that you wouldn't forget them.
-Nik

Nik has nothing to complain about. Three finals, and one provincial. I have four finals, and three provincials. I will die, and while I should be studying, I'm not.

So a couple nights ago, we went to Nik's keener Mormor's house. (Grandmother...) We ate this messed up fish, and some vegetables. Then we made aebleskiver.... (butchered that) and chocolate chip cookies.

So because some of the differences between yeast here and yeast in Denmark, we put an entire jar of yeast into the aebleskiver. IT WOULD NOT DIE! I JUST KEPT COMING UP AND UP AND UP! So I stabbed it to death.

-Line

It was like the neverending fucking bowl of aebleskiver batter (sorry about the misspelling, blogger won't let me paste in the 'ae' character. (those bastards)(just kidding don't kill me)
but yeah, Line was pretty handy stabbing the batter to death. And because we fucked up the aebleskiver, we decided to make chocolate chip cookies, and then we couldn't find the fricking chocolate chips, probably because there was more than just coke in the cans we were drinking from, but we eventually found them, and then managed to cook them on the outside only.
In short, we're fucking pros.
-Nik

Pretty much.

And on a closing note, never dilute your Captain Morgon with water.

And remember; you're sexy like chocolate.