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The danger in high-speed hopscotch playing

High speed, indoor hopscotch play

and the danger it brings

I just want to warn you about playing high-speed hopscotch indoors. It’s not really a good idea. Here are some brutal photos of what can happen:

Linda hoppade en sommar

This is my colleague Linda, she's been very naughty and even if I warned her, she had to play high-speed hopscotch. Now you see what happens, Linda!


hög hastighet hoppa hage inomhus linda




up up up…

Well. Yes, I was a bit drunk. I was suppose to write “YO YO YO” to a friend. But my right hand was a bit too far to the right, so I wrote “UP UP UP” instead. It’s easy to write the wrong thing, but it’s hard when your friends fly away into the sky. Damn.

Not very proper regards


regards that sucks

Not to myself: When writing business letters in english, always check so you do write “Best regards” and NOT “Best retards“.

Kind retards,

Clumsy story no. 1

Clumsy story no. 1

– I felt very attached to my car

One sunny day I was going to give my friend Settie (her real name is Setareh, that is “star” in persian, but nevermind). I borrowed my stepmother’s SAAB 9-5 and in those cars the controllers to the power windows is placed in the middle, between the front seats. Anyhow, the nail on my longest right hand finger was a bit long, so I started to bit it of, while I was standing at the traffic lights waiting for it to turn green. Suddenly I succeeded biting the nail off, so with my left hand, I pushed the power window button down. I hung out my right hand and tried to shake the nail of, but it was stuck in saliva!

As I was standing first in the car que I sort of got panic when the lights suddenly turned into green! By some reason, my brain doesn´t communicate good enough with the rest of my body in panic situations, so guess what – my LEFT hand went down as a falcon, and landed on the power window button! Of course my right hand got stuck as the window went up again. But it doesn´t stop here – then the left hand (I have no control any longer, I just observe my different bodyparts living their own life) goes down AGAIN and violently press the gear stick in the first gear position, and the car starts to move (body parts conspiracy). I actually manage to change to the second gear, before the left hand decided to free his stucked friend loose.

The funniest thing was that when Settie saw my red, struggeling hand out the window as my car accelerated away, she just waved back…

How about some stand up comedy stuff?
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