No More Dough For This Dude!

I stay put at Skånska Dagbladet. Sad bat true. In the end they picked some other fellon for that job. Probably for the best. I don´t need more money, dirty sex and better office. I´m made for bad coffee, bad jokes and bad breath. Today at the coffeebreak they been talking about Åke R. Where the "R" is short for "Runk". Åke Runk. Åke Wank. He got some diabetes problem.

I bought myself a new pair of headphones. Koss Porta Pro. Best shit I have ever bought. It´s a killing combination together with the gaypod. Yes.


Been listening to the new Soundtrack of our lives for the last couple of days. And I have to admit that I love it. Pure, simple rock´n´roll for simple people like little me. James, remember the album you bought and then gave to me coz you thought it sounded like a bad version of Oasis? I been listening to that album as well, and it´s not bad at all. The trick to it is to play it in reversed order (no, not backwards to find hidden messages), side D first, then C, then B, and never, ever side A. Then it´s really good. I´ll give it back to you next time I see you. Word.

No signs or sights of Junior. Maybe it was all hoax.