I like norway, I traveled there. I like to go north. So when I feel like it like there, I just apply myself some Tromso. This is what I call the self Tromso. Try it, I'm sure you'll like it.

Check out the metronome. He clicks and rings with a swiss watch precision. Check what you play, it sounds bad, your notes are off and in between, not just slightly before or after these, but just where they shouldn't be. Or maybe not.

When ever you go to the toilets, wash your hands. This is how proper hygiene should be applied in your everyday life. Or if not, don't ever come back a shake my hand, and pet my back as if we where friends.

You believe you're the best. Well he isn't. Milly is. She is a mean piece of energy. She just ate him. Now is your turn, so be humble.

And now I propose a toast for all the fake hills we had to ride with our bicycle. They where tiring indeed, and well, now that we're far beyond them and look back, it just seems as they never where there.

'Hey Michael, don't you think it has rung long enough?' screamed Alyza. She thought this never ending wake up was never going to stop, thus never ending, and her nerves where wrecked and irritable. Thus the one responsible will surely have to compensate for the loss.

What a delight it is to smell those beautiful roses growing in your garden. I really enjoy the fragrant red petals and the souvenirs they evoke. I love your garden, it is so nice. Your roses are beautiful, some like the looks, some like the scent, I like both.

A hundred and twenty seven, a hundred and twenty eight, a hundred and twenty nine, a hundred and thirty, I am getting thirsty.

I know him. He's almost a friend, I kind of hang with him sometimes after work. I like to drink beers with him as he has definitely an awesome drunken conversation. You know, he's a cheese mogul, but he stays rather humble in any occasion, even when a few glasses have got there way through.

There are ghosts in my closet. They used to be under my bed, but they needed some privacy.