A loud and glorious hello!
Chillin’ at the Youth against EU office (an organization which I am as of one month ago in the central board of), I decided to run an entry in the organizations blogg, which I wrote about 2 weeks ago, through google translate. Well, the resulting text turned out so brilliantly that I thought I’d post it here, so I can pretend to update regularely. Wall of text-time!!
“Hello good people.
I am Vegard, one of two bodø residents of the central board. Such stands
great respect. This week, it’s already my turn to blog, and
I’ll tell the story starts on Youth against EU office last
Tuesday.
For once I did not get to the office to find Jonas sitting
alone with lots of accounts ahead and thump thump music (eds. bit-pop) in the speakers.
As the day went and the relatively normal work hours glei past,
most people went home. Only three people remained in the office, namely
me, Angelica and Jonas.
We concluded that we should do something cool and socially, and Jonas had
mysterious heard rumors of a quiz on one of the local water holes, where
sometimes older gentlemen hanging and gulp down a barrel at the barrel of
adult soft drink of the best black. I’m talking of course about the shack!
Wherever we went, with stars in her eyes and faith and hope in your heart. We lose
Never stand on one of the posters hanging on the office wall, and this
tank followed us into enough shack, and guess if it failed!
The first round did the hopeful trio if the group name was Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtles to scrape together the pipe of 2 points, out of about 30
possible, and came to a proud 11 space of 11 possible. Joy roar
and High Fives were a lot of the corner of Bula, where we have three
mukterer set, and we were sure: the next round, which was called “Trivia”
where we take us back! And guess if we did, we were able to answer right
on so many issues that we still had an impressive two points after this round
too. Not without reason we changed group name to “the relatively untalented”.
Last round was even worse. We pride ourselves three European opponents must have
escaped us into a fierce debate about Dublin 2 Convention and the
headless immigration policy leads to, for suddenly the man said on the
speaker “now comes the last song in Round 3.” Of course, we reacted
all dedicated kvissdeltakere do: Huh? Has the round started? We
apparently got a consolation point when the points were counted, we had
sharp 3 points. Of the 70 possible.
After the last round, we changed its name to “Gamer we do not golf?”. We got
minimum points, hence we won the somewhat unorthodox popkviss-round. We lose
Never!
C’mon c’mon all veia from Youth against EU office.”
Nice, huh?
The name of the game is figure out what the story actually is.
Vegard!
