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[So, after that two day long party and after staying one night, Norway had decided to head home the next day--Or at least try to.
At 4 AM. On a Monday morning. Drunk. And he's not that quiet about it, either. Sorry about that garbage can in the driveway!
Somewhere between 10 PM and now, he ended up losing both shoes, ended up with a Danish flag painted on his face, and a brassiere hanging off his head. Where did he get it from? Who knows? At least it can't get any worse. Or maybe it can, because he's far from being dressed normally; Instead of the clothes he went to the party with, he was leaving with a nice little get-up similar to this. Is he fully aware of it? Not really.
Don't mind the drunkard pounding on your door, though. He's just trying to find his way back home, or be a pest, or both. He's a lot more talkative, at least! And brutally honest!]
At 4 AM. On a Monday morning. Drunk. And he's not that quiet about it, either. Sorry about that garbage can in the driveway!
Somewhere between 10 PM and now, he ended up losing both shoes, ended up with a Danish flag painted on his face, and a brassiere hanging off his head. Where did he get it from? Who knows? At least it can't get any worse. Or maybe it can, because he's far from being dressed normally; Instead of the clothes he went to the party with, he was leaving with a nice little get-up similar to this. Is he fully aware of it? Not really.
Don't mind the drunkard pounding on your door, though. He's just trying to find his way back home, or be a pest, or both. He's a lot more talkative, at least! And brutally honest!]