Erika and I had dinner at Stortorget. We split one of their wonderful,
heavenly, delicious hamburgers. I, being American and all, wanted to
put ketchup on mine. So the ketchup arrives. Totally new bottle with
no lid. Let's just say I was able to send a text message or 50 while I
waited for gravity to do it's thing.
onsdag 2 juni 2010
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