Yes, yes. Easy now. There will be heads in bags yet again, but do try to contain your excitement for just a few moments and I will tell you about the amazing weekend-adventures of me and my bag.
In an almost religious manner I have carried The Bag around the town of Stockholm, just waiting for that moment. Oh that right and true moment when someone at a game-awards night, with an actual free bar(!), ask The Question. Those magical few words. Innocent as they might be when formed in the mind of the normal person, once spoken they ignite the very air like a smoldering cigarette in a cistern of glyceryltrinitrat, propyl-1,2,3-trinitrat, C3H5(NO3)3 . Ah, and then the look in their eye when it dawns on them that that question, that seemed so ordinary at first, is in fact like a tiny snow-ball growing into a life threatening and glorious avalanche.
"so... do you have a blog?"
A smug and slightly evil smile appeared then in my otherwise blank and expressionless face. And what followed is documented below, the way it is supposed to be.
Me and my bag also discovered what we now have come to call the "Fireball-effect". Apparently, when you carry a bottle of Fireball with you to a club and drink it shamelessly straight from the bottle on the dance floor for everyone to see, and the bouncer walks up to you and says "HEY, where'd ya get that bottle from.." the reply of "it's OK" combined with a slightly cross-eyed look, an annoyed glance and absolutely no smiles is received with acceptance.
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