Roliga historier från våra liv.

[Rikard Jansson]

Tänkte att vi skulle dela med oss av roliga historier, som helst är sanna då (ryss!)

Skrev nyss ner den här på engelska, orkar inte skriva om den men hoppas det framgår.

When I was younger I used to hang out with my cousin, who was 18 at the time, our friend Patric, whom we called Pata, and another friend of ours named Hampus. Pata was this huge, naturally extremely strong guy, who benched 115 kg or 250 lbs on his first try only being 15 years old, I kid you not. He could lift me by my throat up into the air with his one straight arm. Anyway, we were cruising in a nearby town, drinking, except for my cousin, who was driving the car, which was Patas. I was in the back right seat, Hampus in the back left and Pata in the front right(remember this!). For whatever reason, Hampus got really, really drunk, and started yelling at people outside the car, like really mean things. Pata got concerned and told him to stop it, not wanting a brick through the window or whatever.
Hampus stopped for a few minutes, but then started going at it again. By the fourth time, Pata got angry and they got in a little bit of an argument, where Pata said Hampus would have to walk home if he didn't shut the fuck up, pretty much. Hampus was really drunk, and started apologizing like really drunk people do; worrying if they were still friends and what not, and repeating "I'm sorry". Pata said it was alright, "just stop it, alright?" clearly annoyed however. Hampus kept saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry". It chilled out.
However, literally 50 metres down the road, going really slow, or 150 feet, Hampus had started passing out. He realized that he was about to spill his beer, which was just newly opened. The windows in the back didn't open, so whenever we had to throw something out, we'd hand it to Pata. I guess Hampus didn't want to disturb Pata, so he just attempted to throw it out through his window (Pata's). But his the inside of the car, that thing that separates the window, bouncing the can right into Pata's head, which fucking hurts, I can tell you, and getting beer ALL OVER him. Pata turned and looked back at Hampus with the blackest eyes and most cold, deadly glance I've ever seen this 6'4 260 lbs super strong guy do. Hampus, now with an expression of true panic, whispered "I'm sorry"
I don't know why, but to me it was just such an extremely funny situation, as it would probably seem to Pata as if Hampus had just thrown the can right at his head just for the fuck of it.