Stormland Page #2
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- 2011
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Grettir and Nietzsche.
Well, he has to call
me soon.
Yes, just tell him that.
Yes. Thank you.
Goodbye.
Your choices are limited
by the society you're stuck in.
Principal Albert on the other hand
was merely stuck in his own fat.
He was so obese that he
couldn't exit his own office.
He had a fat wife. They lived in a
fat house in the town of Meathook.
The trees in their garden were
skinny.
Mrs Albert wanted fat trees too so
she watered them with Coke all day.
Hi.
- Hi.
Biba, I'll have a beer.
Is that the band?
- Yes.
How do you like it?
Are they playing here
every night?
They're the greatest.
Sokkat.
You don't understand.
It's their humor.
They've got great humor.
- That's a good point.
Nothing wrong with some
humor on the dancefloor.
Exactly.
I'm thinking of having
a gay ball when it gets darker.
I don't want anyone seeing
them doing each other.
Are you f***ing with me?
You're thinking of doing
Lra Maria?
No. Sex is Hitler.
Starts with an invasion and
ends in a dark bunker.
Yes, bunker.
Her mom is quite fine.
But there's no way.
like a Doberman
and gives her Prozac with cream.
I can get you a job
in the youth program.
I've got a job.
I'm a poet.
Yes, but that doesn't
pay the bills.
Not now anyway.
I'll fix it, no worries.
Bddi, get out of there!
That's my private bathroom.
Relax Keli.
Bddi! Get your ass downstairs!
I don't want to go with you.
Quit your whining.
Here's our ride.
- Cool.
Have you got a light?
Come on.
Are you kidding?
Have you got everything?
Down with your trousers.
- What?
Get undressed.
- What?
Down with your trousers.
- No.
Are you a coward?
Come on, cowboy.
That's a helicopter.
- What?
Behind us.
- A helicopter?
Isn't it Tony Group
or something?
It's all right.
I've f***ed him.
Bend over like you're
looking for something.
Looking for something?
- Yes.
F*** you.
That was great.
Why are you so pissed off?
Well, now you're pregnant.
That would be great.
I've always dreamt
You're kidding.
- No.
Give you a ride home?
- No, I'll just walk.
Thanks for the f***.
See you.
Thanks for the show.
Welcome to the
Dagga Friendship Society.
You'll be invited to
our yearly feast.
It will be held in
the Riding Hall.
At least I don't have
to pay for a f***.
You broke my
girl's leg, you bastard.
I thought you had
all gone bankrupt.
No, we're not all losers.
We don't all live
with our mothers.
The country is being
sold for peanuts.
Know what I'm thinking of doing?
- What?
Opening a Disneyland
in Thingvellir.
And you know what?
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