Wednesday, March 21, 2007


Bastiaan was from the Netherlands. I was trying to be friendly and accommodating and European and whatever, so when he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek I kissed him back. The next thing I know, his tongue is in my mouth and he's got one of his paws on my junk. I punched him in the neck, and his brother accused me of trying to start an international incident. Not to put to fine a point on it, but don't trust the Dutch.

1 comment:

Kate said...

Bastiaan is cute, can I get his number? For my dear friend Samantha?