In the dining area, there was a raucous.
Max and I were having a quiet dinner of reindeer steak.
There was no need for these animals when there are snowmobiles.
I'm into conservation like the next man, but I'll always support the right of man to eat red meat.
The rowdy group were stunning blondes.
They were from the capital city of Norway, they said, where ever the fuck that is.
Oslo or something, I explained to Max, who couldn't keep his eyes in his socket.
They were big-titted and mentally challenging and all blonde.
'Watch this,' I said to Max, as I pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam from my backpack.
With the best American accent, I said to the girls, 'fancy some Wild Turkey.'
Being Scandinavian, they couldn't tell the difference between a wild turkey or a domesticated chicken, all they rightly cared about was the booze content.
I started pouring them drinks.
An hour and ten bottles later, they were duly pissed.
I suggested they come to my igloo and show me some moves.
I told them I was recruiting for the Dallas Cowboys.
Having cash, lots of it, helped as well.
It was all gravy for these cheerleaders who wanted more than watching the fake Northern Lights.
I said the girl who screwed the brains out of me the best would get $10 000.
We were really recruiting for Big Tit Inc, and having some big titted Scandinavian staff on hand would come in handy on a cold winter night.
It was minus twenty degrees celsius outside and I suggested we head to the spa outside and play shoot a few polar bears.
Women love a brave man.
It would only endear them to us.
Max and I were having a quiet dinner of reindeer steak.
There was no need for these animals when there are snowmobiles.
I'm into conservation like the next man, but I'll always support the right of man to eat red meat.
The rowdy group were stunning blondes.
They were from the capital city of Norway, they said, where ever the fuck that is.
Oslo or something, I explained to Max, who couldn't keep his eyes in his socket.
They were big-titted and mentally challenging and all blonde.
'Watch this,' I said to Max, as I pulled out a bottle of Jim Beam from my backpack.
With the best American accent, I said to the girls, 'fancy some Wild Turkey.'
Being Scandinavian, they couldn't tell the difference between a wild turkey or a domesticated chicken, all they rightly cared about was the booze content.
I started pouring them drinks.
An hour and ten bottles later, they were duly pissed.
I suggested they come to my igloo and show me some moves.
I told them I was recruiting for the Dallas Cowboys.
Having cash, lots of it, helped as well.
It was all gravy for these cheerleaders who wanted more than watching the fake Northern Lights.
I said the girl who screwed the brains out of me the best would get $10 000.
We were really recruiting for Big Tit Inc, and having some big titted Scandinavian staff on hand would come in handy on a cold winter night.
It was minus twenty degrees celsius outside and I suggested we head to the spa outside and play shoot a few polar bears.
Women love a brave man.
It would only endear them to us.
