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27.12.2006

Five

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"Just as I´ve discovered later I have the terrible habit of waking up awfully early after a couple of hours sleep when I´ve been consuming alcohol.

In the first daylight of this morning in August I can see where my friends lieing on both sides of me in all kinds of poses;

two are only half in theirs and Biggi is reverse in his bag.

By their puffy eyes and drooling mouths I conclude, that it wouldn´t be advisable to wake ´em up for the time being.

Probably best to leave them be until they self awaken.

I feel for and find my bottle and discover what a lousy drinker I had been last night;

not much better than a chicken, it´s not even half down, therefore I can certainly look forward to a promising evening.

Like my three friends I didn´t take my clothes off before I went to sleep and for that reason I´m very quick getting my ass out of the tent and from there I run towards the latrine, which isn´t very nice looking to say the least after the night, but it will have to do, because of the growing pressure
below belt on the backside.

After having given birth to two brownies;

first one big one, then another smaller one, just like Hallgrimur healthfreak told a large part of the nation was the only right thing when you speak of defecation in the Talk-Show of Eirikur Jonsson many years later, I feel like a new man and become ready for almost anything.

When I had gathered enough appropriate paper here and there in the necessary-house purposedly finishing what I came to do, I go right away to a
wash-basin outside which had only a single tap with icecold and refreshing mountain-water.

Wash hands thoroughly, stoop and quaff the wholesome liquid just as I were about to die, because of the terrible need.

As I´m squatting under the gush I see where the girl of my dreams arrives to the next basin for the same purpose.

Furtively I follow her movements through the broken water;

how she turns on the water, reaches for what´s left of the soap, just as I had done myself before of course, but how she does it is just beyond description, so feminine and wonderful.

And I continue standing bent and awkwardly under the gush , my brain having turned numb because of the icecold water, but I don´t give it a thought.

The boy´s in love and is determined to keep on following the goddess´s morning-work, because the numb brain tells him that it wouldn´t be appropriate if he kept on staring his eyes out after he´d finished his morning-work.

I watch how the goddess puts her shoulder-long blond hair under her gosh and just by a tiny movement of my backside to one side I´m able to follow her onwards hypnotized of how she throws her especially feminine shining hair back with such a dignified swing that the water splashes all
around her and on me.

-Oh, excuse me, she begs so wonderfully.

Such a voice I have never heard before;

so kindling and attractively wonderful.

When I raise myself to answer her;

having become cold and stiff I start by swinging my own hair which is also shoulder-long in those years.

At the same time I´m searching my mind for the right enchanting words.

The lad is willing to do just about anything to make this princess his forever!

The disappointment is more than great when from his lips comes the mumble of the words:

-It´s OK, for even though normally they would have been a-OK they weren´t the ones that I´d intended for my speaker.

The youngster in love was thinking of something enchanting and poetic, such as:...

You can buy the whole story at www.unibook.com

Five

V

http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/Ss%C3%B3-in%20everland.lnk

"Just as I´ve discovered later I have the terrible habit of waking up awfully early after a couple of hours sleep when I´ve been consuming alcohol.

In the first daylight of this morning in August I can see where my friends lieing on both sides of me in all kinds of poses;

two are only half in theirs and Biggi is reverse in his bag.

By their puffy eyes and drooling mouths I conclude, that it wouldn´t be advisable to wake ´em up for the time being.

Probably best to leave them be until they self awaken.

I feel for and find my bottle and discover what a lousy drinker I had been last night;

not much better than a chicken, it´s not even half down, therefore I can certainly look forward to a promising evening.

After having given birth to two brownies;

first one big one, then another smaller one, just like Hallgrimur healthfreak told a large part of the nation was the only right thing when you speak of defecation in the Talk-Show of Eirikur Jonsson many years later, I feel like a new man and become ready for almost anything.

When I had gathered enough appropriate paper here and there in the necessary-house purposedly finishing what I came to do, I go right away to awash-basin outside which had only a single tap with icecold and refreshing mountain-water.

Wash hands thoroughly, stoop and quaff the wholesome liquid just as I were about to die, because of the terrible need.

As I´m squatting under the gush I see where the girl of my dreams arrives to the next basin for the same purpose.

Furtively I follow her movements through the broken water;

how she turns on the water, reaches for what´s left of the soap, just as I had done myself before of course, but how she does it is just beyond description, so feminine and wonderful.

And I continue standing bent and awkwardly under the gush , my brain having turned numb because of the icecold water, but I don´t give it a thought.

The boy´s in love and is determined to keep on following the goddess´s morning-work, because the numb brain tells him that it wouldn´t be appropriate if he kept on staring his eyes out after he´d finished his morning-work.

-Oh, excuse me, she begs so wonderfully.

Such a voice I have never heard before;

so kindling and attractively wonderful.

When I raise myself to answer her;

having become cold and stiff I start by swinging my own hair which is also shoulder-long in those years.

At the same time I´m searching my mind for the right enchanting words.

The lad is willing to do just about anything to make this princess his forever!

The disappointment is more than great when from his lips comes the mumble of the words:

-It´s OK, for even though normally they would have been a-OK they weren´t the ones that I´d intended for my speaker.

The youngster in love was thinking of something enchanting and poetic, such as:...

You can buy the whole story at www.unibook.com

When I had gathered enough appropriate paper here and there in the necessary-house purposedly finishing what I came to do, I go right away to a
wash-basin outside which had only a single tap with icecold and refreshing mountain-water.