I had a dream last night that my Fur Burger went back to Sweden for continued mega-fun times of superior awesomeness! I’m sure the dreamventures - which I sadly awoke from thirty minutes ago and cannot remember all the finer details of - were similarly replete with delicious Stockholmian coffee. And Fur Burgerian saucy delights!
There are a lot of wangs in Stockholm! Like, the good kind. Well, maybe there were jerk “wangs” too, but my fur burger didn’t cum across any!
Seriously, people there were pretty fooking great.
Just because there was lots of sightseeing and walking upon walking to do (seriously, these were not the only ridiculoustairs) doesn’t mean my fur burger didn’t get a poke or two in Stockholm. Ba-zing! ;)
You know what my fur burger likes to do after stuffing herself? Get her pervy hands on even more tasty treats! This time it’s some cookies at a gorgeous bakery in Stockholm called Gunnaison’s. LOOOOOOOOOOOVE IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!
Please enjoy this wonderful photographic post of Cop-outsia, Cop-outland while my fur burger tries to survive this iworkinfoodserviceduringthanksgivingweekarentyougladyourenotme craptactular!
WE’RE HERE AND WE’RE HUNGRY! Like, literally. I didn’t make some sexy fur burger double entendre ohithinkyouknowwhatkindofhungryweREALLYare for this moment.
Every morning for the three mornings we were there - not because we weren’t adventurous, just that this place is freaking ADORABLE - we enjoyed a delightful breakfast at Lilla Caféet på Söder. Spoiler: This won’t be the only breakfast you see documented during this trip sharing.
It must’ve been in the mid-40s while we were there, but the warm coffee in the choose-your-own-mug, and the dense, scrumptious, warm “scones” (is it Swedishist of me to “” that?) with cream cheese and marmalade, made sitting outside in the morning sun and even more cozy affair.
And Fur Burger loves some cozy affairs (see, came back in there).
Here’s another blog post about this wonderful place, with great pictures! Warning: Way less gratuitous filth puns.
GUESS WHERE WE’RE OFF TO. That’s right, in six hours we’ll be getting off. So hard.
Coming Monday! Also, later I’ll put up the picture of something at the train station that looked like a wang! So much fun!
NORWEGIANS ARE FLUENT ENOUGH IN ENGLISH TO MAKE BAD BEAVER JOKES!!!
Which means they can hopefully appreciate what happens weekdaily on this blog. What champs these Oslosians are! My fur burger swells with pride and arousal at the chance to be in their naughty, naughty company.
Also, did you know the Oslo Opera House doubles as the best workout joint in Europe? True story! Work them glutes during intermission. Operaerobics.
We’re getting toward the end of our Oslo adventures, which means that the Fur Burger-stimulating city of Stockholm, Sweden starts on Monday! It was the joyous climax of our trip for my bidniz friend! Now enjoy/tolerate the rest of the week, where I disjointedly try to share the rest of the photos that passed the webpublish test! :P
Now, I remember - at some point long ago - looking up stories and information and stuff of legend on troll and Scandinavia. Now, I can’t remember verbatim what I read, but it was something like: Scandinavians love them some goofy/frightening/fuglyass trolls. Why a tall, thin, blond, creamy-skinned bunch of Norwegian people would have to surround themselves with these funky little guys is beyond my fur burger… however, my fur burger is frazzled and goofy and not the best-looking in the world, so she found trolls to be delightful company! :D
In other Scandinavian adventures, my fur burger and I exercised our muscles a whole lot (which enhances her pleasure-gettin’ in a variety of ways, letmetellya) continuing our all-walking tour of Oslo. We found a lovely place for lunch on the way, overlooking a beautiful brick road, stylized sculpture, and some spring trees just beginning their blossomy awakening.
Later, and far less light-hearted, we happened across a wall of wooden planks with roses and letters stuck everywhere throughout the walking side. We were at the site of one of the 2011 Norway attacks. This was a few months before the first anniversary, when people showered the area in tons of flowers, candles, and Norwegian flags.
TODAY, VOTE LIKE YOUR FUR BURGER DEPENDS ON IT!!!
Wait, no, I can do better, albeit more political:
VOTE BARRY FOR YOUR HAIRY!!!
No, wait, I’ll just stop.
Everybody go do your civic duty and whatnot! And don’t forget that we’re all human beings, even though we will all certainly forget that at some point today. ;)