A few years ago in the city of smoke, a bearded young boy(he must have been born with a beard, I´ve never seen him without one) was born on this very day. That young boy grew up to become a very good teacher and a great and I would say successful artist. A little more than 30 years later he and his at-the-moment fiancé had a son who would one day become a great orange barista and a bartender! Now he lives with his true love in the very small town Hólmavík.
Congratulations dad, enjoy your day!
3 comments:
Einherntima hef eg heyrt thig tala um pabba pizzur... til hamingju med kallinn!
...hann er pinu eins og heidar a thessari mynd:::??? ehh, hvar geriu sona... eg vil sja mig!
Jú hann hefur rakad sig,,,,ég man thad mjög vel(skedi kanski bara einu sinni en samt,,,) vid vorum alveg heilleingi ad fatta hvad var svona skrítid med hann Hafthór!!
Pizzonum man ég ekki eins vel eftir en ég veit ad thaer voru bakadar á theim tíma líka..... LOVE syrran
Hae elsku fraendi. Ji hvad thetta er krúttlegt, pabbi thinn hlýtur ad hafa bradnad! Eg man mjööög vel eftir pizzunum hans. Vid fengum uppskriftina að botnunum og ég man hana enn;-)
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