Sure, my brain is a hoarder’s paradise of random facts, but tossing Q-drops, alien cover-ups, and actual history into a blender doesn't make me the Wizard of Wisdom. Use your own noodles, people! I literally wheeze laughing at my own wrong answers daily.
Fact check: nobody has the password to the White Hat group chat, and no truther gets to wear the 'King of Truth' Burger King crown. Stay humble. Be sober, be vigilant. Take everything you read and observe with a grain of Verden(Salt) on Verdens(Alt).
P.S.: I sucked at soccer, but as an exchange student in the US of A, I briefly infiltrated the high school varsity football team as number 40 in 86' Manchester, New Hampshire. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but I still managed to completely flatten a few quarterbacks, as DE.
I used to hang out with this Norwegian guy in school. Since his whole personality was soccer and martial arts, I decided to aggressively overcompensate by taking up American football and athletic programs. The soccer coach was so mad at me for no reason, acting as if my Scandinavian birth certificate was an automatic cheat code to play exactly like Michael Laudrup.
My exchange coordinator drama is on a whole different level. My lucky Danish friend and travel companion, got to stay at a fancy Bedford private school, while I was basically doing time in a Manchester slum. The best part? We were the perfect exchange students because we managed to break literally every rule we were explicitly forbidden to touch!π
Jesper, played the high-rolling waiter at the Bedford Village Inn, swimming in tips from the rich and famous, after school. Meanwhile, I was knee-deep in suds as a dishwasher at The Red Onion. The silver lining? I met one of my best US friends there, proving that true wealth isn't just about cash - it’s about the people you bond with over dirty plates.
We got our driver's licenses, sorted out our social security, and then immediately un-sorted our brains with weed and girls (i'm kidding). Best era of my life. Jesper was always our resident rogue. He smuggled himself into an American college after high school ended, just to skip school again, spent years thriving in the warm, welcoming world of debt collection business, as a manager (as an unauthorized immigrant) and capped off his American Dream by running over his own friend, while driving high in his car.
After they sued him into oblivion, he finally extradited himself back to Denmark and has a great career today and so did I - 10 years ago. I have no contact to any of them today. My US friend, died of cancer and Jesper, well he's doing something "illegal", somewhere. Not me, I'm straight as an arrow, and apparently, boring as hell, not the bad boy type, that all woman, seems to like (and born without a silver spoon stuck in my ass)... |
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