So whilst shopping for a few lagers for the evening I stumbled across this Limited Edition of Faxe. Now, I always tended to ignore Faxe, don’t know really why, maybe the Viking logo was putting me off or maybe I saw some Berlin crusty fuck drinking it and I thought to myself “that must taste like fookin-shite”. I never was one for Nordic mysticism as it is a genre that has mostly been obscured by kinky nazis and retarded Larper cunts…but something in the packaging of this considerably large can of lager compelled me. The fierce look of the Viking lads drinking beer over the allegedly native American corpses had enough morbid power to make me buy one of the fuckin things. Apparently, it’s meant to represent Leif Eriksson who was probably the first European to cross over to the American Continent (excluding Greenland), before the Scandinavians started to wear acne jeans and become hip-hop nerds.
I probably will not drink the beer, since i have the feeling that it’s not the best tasting thing out there, and since I lurk in Germany I am surrounded by options. Nevertheless I will conserve this fine looking can and think of Leif Eriksson or Mads Mikkelsen.