Sunday, 20 December 2009

Let The Right One Out

Dear Sweden,

Please let me leave. It's cold and dark and I can only buy 3.5% beer. I am very impressed with your snow storms, your rich culture and beautiful women. But I am cold. And I have not slept. And I want to go home. I have Cannonballin' to do and these little fingers are struggling to type.

Also, RyanAir is the worst thing to come out of Ireland since Bono.

Dear Readers,

If I have shown no signs of life by Wednesday, avenge death.




  1. So I get to travel out of the country and kill people? Sweet! That's like a win-win situation. I don't even have to join the military.

  2. Have they released you yet? I am making preparations! You shall be avenged! I'm with Deist, this is full of Win!