Just thought this was funny:
The national road authorities are apparently about to spoil the fun, though:
Just thought this was funny:
The national road authorities are apparently about to spoil the fun, though:
I kept waiting for Lil’ Steven to saunter across.
Unfortunately the sign has just the faintest flavor of goose-stepping about it. However, the briefcase saves it.
As for those road authorities, just a bunch of dour Lutherans, I’ll be bound.
Ørje sounds like a good place to live.
Until you get bitten by a møøse.
I was once bitten by a møøse. No, realli!
I bet you can get a nice parrot there.
Parrøt.
Norwegian Blue, lovely plumage.
What? The møøse?
The majestik møøse is not blue. This I know.
A Møøse once bit Mr Me und my sister… No realli! He was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given by Svenge - her brother-in-law - an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”…