Okay I have been in Amsterdam with Cilantro (of Cilantro & Jones fame) in his killer bachelor pad in the heart of the city. We are a short tram ride from the red light district and all the other fun parts.
Its been quite a weekend, one of the best in a while. No one is happier than a muslim in Mecca except a sloth in Amsterdam. When I think the rest of the world could be like this if we just had the will in us to kill all the infidel republicans it makes me very sad. Technically they are not alive anyway so its not like it would hurt them. They are like the undead creatures in Lord of the Rings (no really look closely they all look like little richard nixons) I think we should burn them in a big reefer bonfire while we dance naked around, deflower slavic virgins, and take pills.
Well what have I been doing in Amsterdam? Hanging out in coffee shops if course, but the best part about Amsterdam are not the coffee shops however. The city sparkles with the more simpler pleasures of life, like the 30 euro suck and fucks with the slutty Polish prostitutes, the white lines, the ugly american tourists whom i can freely insult without fear of retribution, the bookstores stocked with Beat literature, cheesy clubs with decent house music and chain smoking half naked eurotrash packed like sardines on the dancefloor, and the H&M isn't too bad either and they are always having a fucking sale. Go Orange! Go Orange! Go Orange. Only 5 months til th world cup.
oops thats my coffee i gotta go.