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Lame un dildo

Went riding with my friends today and had soooo much fun. We started playing a game where we say silly things in Spanish in as high a voice as possible. Any statement will do.... "oooo muy sexo aya!" But its gotta be high. My voice prolly goes 2-3 octaves up for this game. "es muy divertido!" I also like to spanishize words. I.e. hooliganos. "Somos hooliganos!"
We rode in the park for a while complete with gear changes. I stepped into Amber's snowboard in my ski boots and fell so many times that my friend Dean had to roll up behind me and push me across the box. Cleaned it, yeah. Ha ha, then ate shit and couldn't get the damn thing off.
Then on the lift ride I remembered a story about Sweden and thought I'd share. I went to a HUGE music festival (4 days, camping out) with some other exchange students. All but 1 of us spoke Swedish. The other guy was someone's friend. So one of the guys' classmates sees us and stumbles over to see if we have any alcohol. You can only buy alcohol in Sweden from the Systembologet (sis-tame-bo-log-ett) which is a government run liquor store only open bank hours. It was Sunday. There was a brief interchange in Swedish while our hommie explained we had none to sell him then he said "good luck though," in Swedish, which is "lycka till da" (leek-a-till-dough) The guy who didn't speak Swedish had been watching the entire exchange wide-eyed but when the end statement came I thought his eyes might pop. "Did you just say lick a dildo?"
I told this story as we got off the lift. Dean laughed so hard he fell over.
"Lame un dildo!"

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