Mister says I'm ready to mount this monster.It's called Malmangernuten.
In May, as soon as the snow's off it, I'm going up.
12 years ago he told me he'd take me up there some day. I looked at him then, and laughed, "Dude, are you high? Is that some sort of threat? Is this Hell, and is that why it's so fucking cold here?"
I've changed a bit since then. I'm actually looking forward to it.
2 comments:
I weep for your future. You're utterly doomed to a life of blisters, cold arse, varme sjokolade and slimy pølse!
Enjoy and text me from the top. I'll try and tear myself away from my Starbucks Hazelnut Latte and Eastenders!
I hope the Mister brings more then a half a chicken and 3 beers on your adventure.
Lord knows the warm beer was good, but didn't do much for the thirst quenching!
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