This is how me and my homies celebrate the first of may. Some of it is totally inexcusable behaviour from smart University students such as us. First commenting the annual church boat rowing contest.
Some live music at our backyard. Seriously, is there anything better than chilling out in the hothot April sun while eating ice cream and listening to music.
No idea of what's happening here.
The annual beer can cup. Aleksi nearly shot Folke West.
Otto and I bashed into Jarkko's appartment and started commenting on the sorry state of his room. Jarkko (the one wearing his pants) was not too amused.
Later on that night, after having a couple jugs of beer Otto felt like climbing.
I found an intoxicated young man in the stairway of our house. I could tell he was intoxicated since he was only wearing his underwear and ran out when I questioned hin, why he was ringing the doorbell of an obviously empty appartment. I shot him through a window as he tried to deceive me into believing he was actually leaving. He just ran around that yellow house and came back.
