14th December Amazing! (1 Viewer)

[Corm]

 

[Shorty]

I can't fucking wait. Every band on there I want to see and I expect to be "amazing". Also, if it's true, can't wait for "the final countdown", fireworks and "breaking the law".

 

[piratecore]

someone bring me in a suitcase please

 

[ian bastardcore]

this is going to be really fantastic. Whos coming from Ireland by the way ??

 

[shin shan]

this is gonna be deadly!

 

[No.2]

about eight of us are comin over..gonna be deadly!

 

[D0njo]

I'm supposed to be coming back on the 16th... wonder if i should stay a bit longer..

 

[Corm]

Fuckin right you should!

 

[D0njo]

hey, is it difficult to get from copenhagen to the airport in Aarhus

 

[Corm]

You could get a bus or a train but it would be a bit of a pain in the arse. It's a bit enough city.

 

[D0njo]

well, thats the cheapest way to get to barcelona on the 18th.. do you have any idea what a bus would cost from copenhagen to aarhus.. i know its pretty far away

 

[D0njo]

ah, its ok actually, i've found some prices.. i think it would cost about 30 yo's on the bus

 

[Shorty]

Hmmm, maybe now would be the time for the requisite and at this stage almost mandatory ex-pat punk request for Buckfast? Anyone want to bring some over, and some black tea?

 

[Corm]

I'll bring ya some tea (Barry's, Lion's, Tesco label?), and I'll attempt to bring Buckfast, but sure it'll most likely disapear within minutes of arriving...

 

[shin shan]

how would you feel about some tesco value bourbon creams and cheese n onion crisps as well boss?

 

[D0njo]

I could bring some Buckfast, as long as some ex-ex-pat doesn't drink it all when i fall drunkenly asleep... heh

 

[Corm]

Heheh...

 

[D0njo]

oh yes, i had forgotten, it was you..!
that pictures class, ian laughing madly!

 

[ian bastardcore]

hehe thats not me. Thats yogi.!

 

[Corm]

Notice to the immediate left of my arse, beneath the Crusty Pouch (tm), the ruins of my underwear, having just been viciously torn asunder by Eyal in continuation of a wedgie-war that started on the first NDT tour and has continued on each one since...my left arm is pathetically outstretched & holding on to his own undergarments, though its clear that on this particular occasion I've been bested in pant-related combat.

Sorry about the poncey literary descriptions, I've been going mental writing college essays the last 2 weeks and can't seem to get out of this "distinguished" style monologue going on in my head...