so. on a map basically what amsterdam looks like is if your kid brother got out a bunch of colored crayons and went berserk all over the paper. assuming my proper role as the sancho panza to mar's don quixote, i deferred to her on all things geographic, which basically meant me looking over her shoulder trying to ascertain the difference between various "stracht" and "gracht" (i DID learn how to say "i am a nurse" -- ik ben een verpleegkundige-- in an ex-pat bookstore, but i'm doubting the usefulness of that phrase in particular, because, if i ever had the chance to use it, i would undoubtedly end up exacerbating any situation for which it applied as i am NOT a verpleegkundige and in fact have no medical training short of applying bandaids.)
(okay. i can think of some other situations where "ik ben een verpleegkundige" would be useful, but marion refuses to go to a sex show here with me.)
anyhow. marion is a baller Reader of Maps, and i owe the fact that i slept in a familiar bed last night to her. in fact i think i offered to buy her breakfast for navigating us home. this might be an expensive way of compensation.
THIS PICTURE REFERS TO MARION IN HER TEN EURO SEX-PANTS.
"oh my god, hal, i look really good right now."
"yes you do. SCORE."
"no, you don't understand. i look, like, REALLY good...."
your dutch is impeccable.
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