You never have partied? Me either. But. One day you get an invite to a party and you think 🤔 I'll go. As you arrive the sound of thumping bass is everywhere. Sweaty bodies dance on a wood floor. In the corner is a couch. "Holy shit." You mutter, as you take it in. 26 year old Slovenian rock god Bojan Cvjetićanin (born 1999 in Ljubljana) is on the couch. You gulp. He looks so good nursing his Laško. You wind your way though the bodies and approach. He looks up through heavily lidded eyes. "Živjo" he says. "Ž--ivjo" you reply. "Sit. Sit." He replies, patting his seat. You sit nervously. "I am Bojan. Famous singer from Slovenian rock band Joker Out. This is my party." You look at him. " I know, I'm a big fan. You are my favourite." "Favourite? Hmm..." he says. And his arm reaches toward you, sensually winding it's way around your shoulder. "Let's take this upstairs." He simpers. Soon you are headed upstairs. He takes you to his bedroom.
"Want to see my Käärijä collection?" He bounces on the toes of his feet. You look around. The walls are filled with posters, photos and other assorted Käärija merch. You spend the rest of the night talking about Jere. The end.
it's 4 a.m. i've looped kaistaa at least five times i'm contemplating whether to read this now or go to sleep but the first two sentences tell me this is art. fast forward i dropped from my chair laughing. extremely accurate description of what happened in glasgow tbh what can i say
