The conclusion after checking out the 200 photos on my camera from last weekend is that Selam and I should be disqualiified from using cameras for all future. Atleast in combination with alcohol. So my plan of posting great fancy pancy party pictures pretty much failed, but I'll try to make a summary in words. 

1. Pre party Back To The 90's: Everyone's hotter than ever. Hello Tupac, Twin Peaks crew, Nick Carter and TLC! 

2. Saturday morning: Fix up, look sharp. Mom had told me the dress code for weddings: White's for the bride, black's for death, red's for lovers. So I wore red.

3. The Cermony: Never ever thought a church could turn into a catwalk of style and love, but if it's anyone who can make a church funky, it's of course M and D.

4. Dinner And Parteeey: THUG LOVE 4-EVER. Dance dance dance. My ass was sweaty as fuck so I had to wipe it on the toilet fourteen times so it wouldn't drip down my legs and look like I peed myself. But then the whole place went out of toilet paper. I felt guilty for a while but then I remembered that In Love And War Everything Is Allowed and this was definitly a night of love, so I danced a bit more and wiped my ass with all the napkins from the bar.            

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VIA LEXXY BROWN

OK MOM AND DAD I PROMISE I'LL UPDATE TOMORROW. I JUST NEED TO WASH MY CUNT AND BECOME SOBER FIRST. 

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GUMMO AGAIN

They left me here alone. So what to now? Alone and drunk on a Monday. I guess I should start write my amazing memoirs. It will sound like this " Hello my name is Linn and I wanted to be a fireman but i became an asshole like everyone else. I got allergic to the only thing I loved in life  - Horses. So now I'm more into  getting drunk with my brother than having a serious life with jobs and wonder bra's. Today it's Monday and I'm gonna shut down my brain, eat candy and go to sleep forever.  

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MONDAY DRUNKNESS

Monday drunkness. Douster - King Of Africa on repeat. Brosch is in da house. Lil Stina's in da house. Wine's in da house. I've taken vacation but I'll regret it tomorrow. Lil Bro + Me + Wine + Pretended Vacation = Hello Hang Over For Ever

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SUSHIMOUTHED.TUMBLR.COM

AWESOME HAIRCUT

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Hanging around in Malmo. David (my bro) woke up when my phone rang and said: - Stina, I think someone's here. And I was like: Eeeeh okey, thanks for remembering me. I'm your sister since 25 years ago and if you weren't such a drunk punk you would propably remembered that you gave me your keys yesterday and talked to me before you went to bed. 

Lund is the city of alcoholism, boot cut jeans and David Guetta.

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KARNÖÖÖVAL

OH MY GOSH. Lund is killing me. My bro is killing me. Alcohol is killing me. Life is killing me. Woke up with a trash can on my head and a beer up my ass. Almost. Now we've had beer for breakfast and the sun is shining and everything is "Hello I'm Fourteen Years Old Again" and it's great but I still don't now who I am where I am and how I'm feeling.

SWORN TO FUN LOYAL TO NONE. 

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LORDS OF DOGTOWN

EY MALMÖ AND LUND, WHAZZUUP!?! I'm coming tomorrow!!! Dance with me!

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BETTAN AND JOHNNY

JOHNNY

BETTANS + JOHNNY = 4-EVER

This is Bettan and Johnny on the way to the party. They met three weeks ago and it was love at first blowjob-moment. Now Betty has tattooed Johnny's name above her ass and they will live happily ever after.

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Oh Happy Everything-Gets-Retarded-Friday. Because that’s the beauty with over-excitment. It always leads to chaos. Sun becomes rain. beer becomes rum, music becomes Lady Gaga and then you’re nothing but the Swedish alcohol culture personified. So when I wanted to go to the club, all the others were more into puking. And when I finally came to the club after having had my beer stolen by security guards, all the hawthys had already found someone to fuck in the bushes. So I danced to Lil Wayne with white middle class hipsters as usual and drank some more beers to keep up the same brain dead level as everyone else. Ended the evening by getting into a fight with Oscar and went home like the teenage dirtbags we probably was, yelling at each other about stuff we were way to drunk to understand. Back home I got emotional and started listening to Phil Collins again. Found Jessicas box of fancy chocholate and thought life maybe could be bearable again. But that fucking chocholate was of course filled with gross liquor and I puked in the toilet and went to sleep with my trashed make up on.

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CORRADO DALCOTRASHIONBITCHES.TUMBLR.COM

I've stopped listening to Phil Collins. I'm listening to Paula Abdul's "Rush Rush" on repeat instead. WTF is wrong with me??!! Dear 2pac in heaven! Please make me dopaliciois and fun again. I need to become a non-thinking David Guetta lovin person like everyone else. Atleast until Saturday. I promise I'll be revolutionary and angry again on May 1th.

Tonight - Free beer shit in the face party

Tomorrow - Rave to the grave, more ass to the Linn and Asslex, dirty disco deluxe when lovely KAKAN is playing at the La Vida Locash Party!

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