Venstre-vikingernes saga

The press of the left suggests that the prime minister cannot expect to be invited to Ringe again after the recent events. At the outside, where Ormen hin Lange ended his landnamesake with a sharp steeple, went the chief Erik from Ringe and his millet deer. Great was the shame of having shared a seat with the self-thinking Thorkilssons, who by no means learned to vote their minds after the adopted three-timbre: Trit, Cancer and Kraft Bear. “May Midgårdsormen, the insatiable, mask with the bleached legs of the broster bearer, when Thor has carved them to the dog seat with his hammer.,” Quad Axel Kummmeklinker, rewarding himself in god-turned prayer to the lords of revenge in the high. When the quad chieftain Erik from Ringe with a voice so stiff that the hairs rose under the helmets; “In the past I offered as a fringe Jens Otto and Helle the Fagre of fadebur’s fullness at the camp’s cave in the high seat hall. But now I swear: No one in my mind should coffee stand with sugar and cream when failing the answer to freshly burned beans!” It sat.