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Category: nothing
stuff siggimus isn’t bothered to call anything else
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by request
guð
guð kom til mín í nótt
hann hvíslaði, stattu þig bjössi
- haltu áfram
ég svaraði
always have, always will
- -bjössi
god
god visited me tonight
he whispered, hang in there bjössi
- keep going
i replied
always have, always will
- -bjössi
(rough translation by siggimus)
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spelling nazi
is apparently a term siggimus should feel free to use in reference to himself
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return of the jam jars
yesterday morning, after some 4 hours of sleep, siggimus is yanked out of deep slumber by the incessant shriek of the alarm clock (left the brand new mooing one in sonja’s car when she drove the gang downtown)
the loud & constant banging taking place between the ears of siggimus soon turned into a chant: ‘no way in hell will you be in the chinamens’ place in 23 mins, old chap’
siggimus took heed, pressed the snooze button & turned on the other side
just after he closed his eyes, the shrieking returned
stop that awful sound! siggimus thought
it didn’t obey, so siggimus pressed the off button
3 mins later, another shrill sound started jabbing at siggimus’ ears as a dagger
on the phone was the chinawoman from the chinamens’ place, asking if siggimus could possibly come in early. ‘no effing way’, siggimus mumbled, ‘siggimus not feeling well. siggimus not coming at all’
‘aha! can not come? you come 4 o’clock?’
‘siggimus not feeling too great, siggimus not coming at all today!’
‘you come 4 o’clock?’
*mumble mumble
‘you come 4 o’clock?’
‘sure! as long as you leave me the eff alone!’
10 mins later, the bubbling in the tummy indicated it was time for one of siggimus’ famous hangovershowers
an hour & a half later, siggimus crawled back into bed
waking up to the telephone again. on it was the chinawoman from the chinamens’ place, asking if siggimus could possibly come in early
why the eff not, siggimus thinks, barely managing to drag his ass outta bed & out to the car
parking was nowhere to be found & siggimus ended up squeezing the car into a tiny space with a shoehorn
upon arrival, the jam jars awaited
uffa
uffa uffa
but just as the sniffing chinaman likes to say, it’s ‘good bad’
so, now there are even more tiny perfectly round circles on siggimus’ back
siggimus might be willing to let you take a gander, but only for a generous fee
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time for parties & miracles
getting ready for one of the events of the year, the christmas party at work (yes yes, it’s early…), it dawned upon siggimus that he was about to break a promise he had made himself at the same function some 3 years earlier
siggimus hadn’t bought a new silly tie
should a colleague discover this, it could have drastic consequences
so, in an attempt to draw attention away from the fact that he was wearing the sheep tie again, siggimus mutilated his face with his trusted but dusty razor, cf. picture below
not all noticed it at first, actually, but an alarming lot of people sorta half-complimented him 😐
maybe siggimus should try this look for a few years?
so, food was eaten, drinks drunk, funs had & quite a number of pictures taken
in the anonymous gift-giving ceremony, siggimus gets the greatest of all imaginable presents, a mooing alarm clock
but!!
batteries not included!!
what kind of evil monster would do such a thing?
so, siggimus complains vociferously about this to his neighbours & tells them he will declare during anonymous gift-giving ceremony announcements that the perpetrator has 3 weekdays to undo his/her bad
after a bit of strutting about, scaring people off with the shape of his facial hair, taking pics & drowning his sorrows in a bit of smuggled-in 12yo macallan, siggimus returns to his seat & finds that a miracle has happened!!
ok, it was a relatively small miracle. minuscule, to tell truth, but a miracle nonetheless
a pack of 4 batteries was sitting on the table, next to the alarm clock!!
so upon the anonymous gift-giving ceremony announcement, the ceo (& 2 seats down neighbour) tells all to be super quiet for siggimus’ announcement of his gift. while others were limited to ‘i got …’ & a short demonstrative wave, siggimus was not cut off from a lengthier tale & a bit of mooing (siggimus must say that he suspects the old man may have had a hand in the whole thing)
well, on to thorvaldsen bar for a wee drink & a small scene where petersen suddenly shows up with blood on his shirt. turns out that he was hit on the head with a bottle. this freaks everyone out, especially bára, who seems to be having a breakdown
after all this is sorted; the injured ones taken to hospital & the rest go on partying, siggimus escorts malla home & is invited for a bit of whiskey & a chat
chatting continues until 7 am when siggimus takes taxi home, realising he has an appointment with the chinamen & their wicked jam jars at 12 😐
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