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We don’t know you and you don’t know us.

Me and Hans Olav never managed to get downtown for those beers yesterday. He had to do this and that, and when he was finally finished, it was past ten in the evening, and I was kind of hoping to get up a little early today. So we decided to give it another go today instead. And we’re being joined by a person I don’t know and he doesn’t know – who doesn’t know any of us. How we ended up in that peculiar and rather unusual situation, you’ll just have to wonder. Because I’m not going to tell you. Maybe one day I will.

I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not that, you kinky bastards, you!