i lived in iceland, my ex was from there.  i am from the us. a place that believes in jesus and making people food when they come to your home.  we would have parties and invite friends, i would make cookies. my ex would complain and tell me everyone would think we were weird.  > fuck them, i'm making cookies immediately showed me who would be my friend and who would be my enemy.  6'7 viking mother fucker first. > "thanks man, these cookies are so good." actual drug enforcer from romania, like legitimately.  > "wait?? are these like those american cookies from movies?" everyone else thinks i'm crazy. nobody else enjoys my cookies.  start getting weird gifts. viking guy brings me a bunch of free steroids. drug enforcer brings me to dinner with him and his girlfriend. end up working on fishing boat with viking guy, coolest experience of my life. drug enforcer guy pulls strings with politician who evidently owes him a favor and pushes my visa through.  i'm still friends with both to this day. they would 100% bury bodies for me, no questions asked.  to find who is your friend in scandinavia, simply make them cookies.
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