Thursday, April 20, 2006

Moving HQ under own supporting fire

A very small portion of our crap.

The actor/food critic is always happy to help. After all, this is only the fifth time.

Would you let this guy program your computer games?

The damage we did to the house. Hell, it's only a roof. You should have seen the rental.

The deserted führer bunker.

"Fuck the police, coming straight from the underground..."

"... Do I look like a motherfuckin' rolemodel? Life ain't nothing but bitches and money." Oh, maybe the seatbelts subtract a bit from the whole gangsta self-representation thing we have going.

We are unbelievably handy. You have no idea.

We do amazing interior design.

We relax in our late Victorian salon.

6 Comments:

Blogger Susanne said...

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1:18 pm  
Anonymous Cecilie said...

I must say!! Nice job you have done there, guys..:) I luuuuv the kitchen/diningroom, and your distinkt livingroom. Mmmm!

Wish you the best times at the new äcres.

But hey, no family increse? Not even a fat little rat?

7:44 pm  
Anonymous maître said...

Congrats

8:02 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

Bachelorette number one: We can't be clever all the time, you know. We're not like you intemalectuals.

Bachelorette number two: Amidst concrete and clay and general decay, nature will still find a way.

Bachelorette number three: Thanks! I feel fucking crippled without the internet connection, though.

1:06 am  
Anonymous oqkyeym said...

Word verification: oqkyeym.

I'm oqkyeym, you're oqkyeym -- and most of the time you're clever too. But why can't you be clever all the time? Your faithful readers want to know!

And btw: What happened to bachelorette number one?

2:52 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

I don't know - I think she left on her own accord. I sure as hell didn't censor her.

11:14 pm  

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