Three things from Amsterdam:

I'll give anyone six grand in used fivers if they can tell me what in the hell this sign means.

If we are what we repeatedly do, i know of nobody who takes superior photos of incredible sunsets than me. Those mofos literally follow me around. Ridiculous.

And lastly, the key to any successful visit to the Dam begins and ends in a complimentary deluxe suite, smoothed-out melodies, some sweet mood lighting, and those punks down at Room Service serving up on a platter a duet of ice cold Heinekens.... 

amster-DAAAYAM SON!!

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