(April 10, 2014 at 5:32 pm)sven Wrote: Now that I think about it... Someone once told me that cinnamon buns were called 'kanelöron' (cinnamon ears) or something in some village on Åland he visited.
I suppose if you drink half a bottle of Kosken, wait 20 minutes and then squint, a cinnamon roll kinda looks like an ear. That has been cut from the head of a mutant from the forbidden rad-zones.
Well, you know, it's Åland. There's a reason why we call Åland Kongo over here
When I was young, there was a god with infinite power protecting me. Is there anyone else who felt that way? And was sure about it? but the first time I fell in love, I was thrown down - or maybe I broke free - and I bade farewell to God and became human. Now I don't have God's protection, and I walk on the ground without wings, but I don't regret this hardship. I want to live as a person. -Arina Tanemura
