It was originally meant for The Japanese Emperor.
But the special edition of Caol Ila worked just as fine on both me and my cameraman, as on the intentional old Akihito himself. The 60-percent alcoholic content is 100-percent just, and makes no distinction between royal or random.
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Dear God, it’s like living in a sink.
The month called November ought to be scratched from the calendars, or be pulled out of the grey-cold dishwater. I think you shall stop to clean up your heavenly plates above Sweden.
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I can't stop touching it.
Everywhere, anywhere, anyhow and totally shameless.
I catch myself pullin' it out in public. Just hodin' it, watchin' it and playin' with it slowley. Then i blush and hide it again.
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It's striking.
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There is never a cow when you need one.
Since there is pet pork, why can’t there be pet beef and then naturally also pet milk?
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I’ve never been a man of high demands.
Some say I've got a problem filling the first of the two. But afterwards they say I fill the second more than enough. Anyway, this is not about that. This is about satisfaction.
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And I always thought cats were a lesbian thing.
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As long as they write about you, you exist.
Ok, it’s not Newsweek, Vouge Homme or Time Magazine. But it’s still my name and it proves I’m not dead. Quite yet. Allow me some self promoting…
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Entering the common hallway is as diving into a pool of piss.
 
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I finally found some satisfaction in this November naughtiness...
Wet, cold and nasty coughing parking enforcement.
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Dad did it again.
Damn.
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It’s raining, it’s cold and it’s empty.
The thing called “soul” has taken the form of wet cotton. And is wrapped around the space where others have a heart.
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Spent the whole day on the phone with Technical Support -but didn’t get any.
First - mobile Internet is not very mobile. Second -I was run down by a car in a spinning moustache, mistaking me for some autumn leaves.
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He showed a nation that everything is possible - if we only fight hard enough.
“Make it once and you are a hero forever. Make it twice and you become immortal. 15 years have passed since that magic Sunday in May when he made his mark in history. When he failed to give his homeland a worthy successor, the nation let him down and he was ostracized. With the first September frost he came back to Sweden, and never will the King have to leave his kingdom again.”
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I guess I could make it the easy ways and wish you all a Happy Scary Halloween simply by forwarding the computer-composed greetings sent by my creative father.
But I won’t. Out of respect of Photoshop. Instead I’ll let you have a glance at a glamorous Halloween for one...
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It has become my most read blog post ever, and today reached it's 20 000th reader.
The blog is streamed at a few feeds, but the popularity of this one must have got more to do with its title than the actual quality of the text, or a public fascination of zip straws.
May 31, 2009
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There is only way to fight them...
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My dad and Salman Rushdie.
I've told you about his skills. But since a few days there have been no digitally improved images of his dog in my mailbox. Instead the Photoshop-ing of my father's has become political and turned on the terrorists.
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Every car should come with one.
Today, when it’s possible to upgrade your computer online while travelling in a car in the speed of 90 miles/hour through the deep woods between nowhere and nowhere, they really do come in handy. When I was young it was hard enough to understand the Walkman.
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She rarely comes out, and the name at her door could very well be taken for Transylvanian.
You never hear a single noise, and several times I've thought she might dead. Which she, technically speaking is, if my theory shows out to be correct. My neighbor is a Vampire.
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