Sweden was getting a little predictable.
I heard that the Norwegians were a bit harder to get.
I'd made sure I stocked up on top-shelf liquor when I flew in.
The Swedish whores had been trying to get to my booze stash, but to no avail.
Norway was a hop skip and a short helicopter ride.
Max was at the helm.
'Fancy seeing some fun lights,' he asked.
I had heard about those lights.
'It's all a con,' said Max, ever the skeptic.
What you mean, I asked.
'You'll see.'
We arrived to the Northern Lights by midnight.
The nights were longer.
'And see that fucking dog on the spotlights.'
I looked again.
'Yep, they are color spotlights.'
Another fucking mystery solved, I said to Max.
It was time to retire into the Igloo Resort.
'If you don't tell anyone that the Northern Lights is fake, you can fuck as many of our women folk staying at the resort as you like,' said the manager.
See, they couldn't even get the name right.
'Yes, it's aurora borealis,' said Max, who agreed, saying it was a fair deal.
Then we cleaned up in the spacious and warm igloos that were more like a five-star room than an ice cube.
'Fake igloos too,' said Max, who raised a suspicious eyebrow.
I heard that the Norwegians were a bit harder to get.
I'd made sure I stocked up on top-shelf liquor when I flew in.
The Swedish whores had been trying to get to my booze stash, but to no avail.
Norway was a hop skip and a short helicopter ride.
Max was at the helm.
'Fancy seeing some fun lights,' he asked.
I had heard about those lights.
'It's all a con,' said Max, ever the skeptic.
What you mean, I asked.
'You'll see.'
We arrived to the Northern Lights by midnight.
The nights were longer.
'And see that fucking dog on the spotlights.'
I looked again.
'Yep, they are color spotlights.'
Another fucking mystery solved, I said to Max.
It was time to retire into the Igloo Resort.
'If you don't tell anyone that the Northern Lights is fake, you can fuck as many of our women folk staying at the resort as you like,' said the manager.
See, they couldn't even get the name right.
'Yes, it's aurora borealis,' said Max, who agreed, saying it was a fair deal.
Then we cleaned up in the spacious and warm igloos that were more like a five-star room than an ice cube.
'Fake igloos too,' said Max, who raised a suspicious eyebrow.
