Grattis på födelsedagen, min käresta.
look at him, courteousgallant photographer of the offspring
Som man bäddar får man ligga.
I believe that you were dispresent at the time of the singing of the song entitled "Happy Birthday to You." Therefore, I expect some kind of compensation at our next appointment.
I have been thinking a lot about you the weeks since I read your message. I thought of replying, but I kept my hopes up that you would answer your true love.
I think that I could have managed to find a place for you to sleep. That would depend on the schedule. For now though, you can stay in my heart. As we say in Sweden: finns det hjärterum, finns det stjärterum.
I hope that we will meet. We will be a bunch from the BBS, but also Peter. The Offspring will play an hour after Bad Religion, on the same stage. We will likely be staying there, after Bad Religion has played. Too bad that The Offspring are finishing as Kanye West goes on stage.
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I recall that night all too well. You sang Happy Birthday for me, but my travelling friends forgot all about it until I accidentally reminded them at the airport. They got me a bottle of vodka.
I might be able to keep you here, but I am not sure. Will have to come back to you on that issue. My pals might be able to share you three between them.
How are you getting to Norrköping and how are you later getting to Stockholm?
Oh, you make me moist.
That did not even rhyme
I hope you give it more effort text time
Though you shan't expect my plead
For at least you gave me something to read
As I'm longing for that time, I feel more gay
At least it's not long, before that day
Then we'll have a laugh and a lot of of beer
A few band we shall get to see, my dear
Most of all, we shall see The Offspring
My throat might hurt, from the songs I'll sing
Hearing them play Smash, Is a memory that sticks
Perfect start, on the day I turn twenty-six
Only one week left, until I get to see you again, my love.
I miss you. It has been 133 days since we met, an experience that I hope to never forget.
<- This man hugged me.
Off with her head
there's no tomorrow
And the Strongbow.