Mowl thinks it's people like that ^ who made Finland great again
There's never been a point when Finland wasn't great, Jambo.
But since I arrived it's only gotten better.
Just finished the shopping and am all set for kick-off tomorrow afternoon for the Vappu celebrations down in Kaivopuisto. Couple of boxes of white wine for the Bellinis, lots of lonkerot, piles of snack foods, main course items (to come home to) and my man split my supply into thirds: three grams of skunk, three of Jack Herrer, and another three of a hybrid that could send rockets to the moon and back.
I have the rooftop booked for Friday night: open air barbecue and the decks set up inside, enough room for around twenty people, those three slabs of beer that've been out on the balcony since New Year's Eve will finally get dusted down. I've the guitars tuned and set for a jam, a mini-Mowl drum-set for brushes and reeds, and the cheque for the sessions I did up north last week has turned, so I'm flush, beautiful, well-supplied, and ready to party.
Any plans of your own, Jimmy?
A few slabs for yourself?
Two frozen pizzas instead of just the one?
A packet of smokes and a new head for your mop?
That and just you - all alone: Jimmy-no-mates, drunk and crying into your pint glass in the Irish rain.
Man, it's great to be happy in the happiest place in the world.
Trust me, Jambo: you'll never know what it's like.
You're a sad and sorry loser, isn't it.