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Sunset reflected in neighbours window. Normally, the camera I put up there serves completely different purposes. Girls living downstairs. Lots of shaded blue lighting. Nuff said.

Nothing like a chunk of moose boiling away in a milky sauce with onions.
Mmmh moose.

A brief moment where our double glazed windows' leakage was sufficient to cause melting.

Halibut. Awesome fish. Do with sauteed onions and creamy sauce ftw.

Brothar with his ostentatious metal-fan lower half. If my girlfriend would let me wear that, I would.

Fluffy snow land. A veritable paradise if you were 1mm tall and needed no food or energy to survive. Just blissful tranquillity. Tranquillity perhaps occasionally destroyed by getting the equivalent of 10 tons of snow poured on top of your head, but tranquillity non the less. No people.

I could fight off carnivorous birds. Now that would be great.

Brothar used my hoodie more than I did back there.

Good news is, he has a garage.
Bad news... Ok, you get that, but there's actually more bad news. That's an Escort CLX, that's almost a fuel guzzling name brother for me. Poor boy.
Is daddy a retard who forgets why he has a garage?

gf: "Now that's a phallic symbol if I ever saw one."

It's true. If male ejaculate could travel that far nobody would care for these things. We would be gods.

I am just realizing this.
Inadequacy :/

Brothar again disobeying his own rules.

..but he promised his t-shirt he would!

USB plasma ball. I am that cool.

Actually, it is great. Touch it with one hand, and with the other hold something metallic and touch your (soon to be ex-) friend.

Trenches leading intruders to our moat where the fabled norwegian crystal alligator lives.

Can never have too much bacon.

Icicles must have been great for focus tampering. These shots turned out well.

Sunset from window. We promised mum that we would let in some fresh air, so here's 2 birds in one stone. Although we didn't really kill anything. Unless you count bad air. Which only slightly improved in the minute it took to adjust my camera settings.

Ok, so you might be able to get in through our trenches. But if you continue...

Our trenches helps us build this great wall of nature to seal us in. Why use fuel to shove the snow down to our neighbour when we can keep it here.

If anything, that sentence is probably more likely than anything to make my parents buy a motorised snow cutter out of spite. But just to counteract that sentiment: this is awesome. This is what winter should be like. Not a small pile of compacted snow where no one can see it.

If for any reason you are not completely satisfied, this is our policy.

('I hate you' would've been too complicated to spell mirrored in 8 seconds with a flashlight).