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Dec. 4th, 2004 01:10 amtranscript excerpts from an evening's conversation with a pair of drunk Norwegians.
via IM:
Andreas: (typing slowly) I'm drunk, j8st to answer yuor question
So we turned on Skype (Internet telephony that works! and the slogan is true!).
What follows is transcribed as I hear it. This includes my cousin Andreas, in Oslo, and his roommate Gunnar. The conversation is peppered with my own voice echoing in their room, and random excursions by them into drunken Norwegian.
Gunnar: "I think, ahh, I think Andreas just fall-- just fell out of the window."
(later)
"It's OK, there's a lot of snow on the ground."
Me: "Really?"
Gunnar: "Well.... no."
(later)
(a crashing noise)
Gunnar: "Well... now, Andreas didn't fall out from the window, but he just fell in from the window."
(a pause)
Gunnar: "Umm... I'm gonna go help him."
Andreas: "It's the case that I've finished my drink and Gunnar has not finished his. Is that not fair?"
Me and Dave: "No, that's not fair."
Gunnar: "Well, it's my rum, and not yours at all."
Andreas: "It's my coke!"
Dave: "There's probably more coke than rum in the mix."
Andreas: "Ummm..."
Gunnar: "Well, not really."
Dave: "That explains a lot."
(later)
(noise of pouring)
Gunnar: "What are you doing?"
Andreas: (unintelligible in Norwegian)
Gunnar: "Andreas is trying to mix up the coke and rum between me, himself, and the keyboard. The keyboard is getting most of it."
Gunnar: "None of me and Andreas are drunk."
Andreas: "I've nva-- evn-- never been durn-- drunk in my entire life."
Gunnar: "Me never. I mean, neither."
Andreas, drunkenly, following noises of a scuffle after Gunnar, from the eastern part of Norway, makes fun of Andreas's poor accent, Andreas being from the western part of Norway: "Now I hold the microphone!"
(later)
Andreas: "Inv bn drnkn motherfuckin life."
(later)
Andreas: "I speak English bah-better thn-- than you do!"
Me: "Um, not right now, sweetie."
Andreas: "Fuck you!"
Gunnar: "I come from Norway and the polar bears walk in the streets."
Andreas, in the background, truly upset and indignant: "Hey, don't let him fuck with you!"
Gunnar: "Andreas is not drunk. I repeat: Andreas is not drunk."
Andreas: "Andreas does not repeat! Andreas is not repeat! Drunk! Not drunk!"
via IM:
Andreas: (typing slowly) I'm drunk, j8st to answer yuor question
So we turned on Skype (Internet telephony that works! and the slogan is true!).
What follows is transcribed as I hear it. This includes my cousin Andreas, in Oslo, and his roommate Gunnar. The conversation is peppered with my own voice echoing in their room, and random excursions by them into drunken Norwegian.
Gunnar: "I think, ahh, I think Andreas just fall-- just fell out of the window."
(later)
"It's OK, there's a lot of snow on the ground."
Me: "Really?"
Gunnar: "Well.... no."
(later)
(a crashing noise)
Gunnar: "Well... now, Andreas didn't fall out from the window, but he just fell in from the window."
(a pause)
Gunnar: "Umm... I'm gonna go help him."
Andreas: "It's the case that I've finished my drink and Gunnar has not finished his. Is that not fair?"
Me and Dave: "No, that's not fair."
Gunnar: "Well, it's my rum, and not yours at all."
Andreas: "It's my coke!"
Dave: "There's probably more coke than rum in the mix."
Andreas: "Ummm..."
Gunnar: "Well, not really."
Dave: "That explains a lot."
(later)
(noise of pouring)
Gunnar: "What are you doing?"
Andreas: (unintelligible in Norwegian)
Gunnar: "Andreas is trying to mix up the coke and rum between me, himself, and the keyboard. The keyboard is getting most of it."
Gunnar: "None of me and Andreas are drunk."
Andreas: "I've nva-- evn-- never been durn-- drunk in my entire life."
Gunnar: "Me never. I mean, neither."
Andreas, drunkenly, following noises of a scuffle after Gunnar, from the eastern part of Norway, makes fun of Andreas's poor accent, Andreas being from the western part of Norway: "Now I hold the microphone!"
(later)
Andreas: "Inv bn drnkn motherfuckin life."
(later)
Andreas: "I speak English bah-better thn-- than you do!"
Me: "Um, not right now, sweetie."
Andreas: "Fuck you!"
Gunnar: "I come from Norway and the polar bears walk in the streets."
Andreas, in the background, truly upset and indignant: "Hey, don't let him fuck with you!"
Gunnar: "Andreas is not drunk. I repeat: Andreas is not drunk."
Andreas: "Andreas does not repeat! Andreas is not repeat! Drunk! Not drunk!"
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Date: 2004-12-04 05:19 pm (UTC)totally made my morning.