12:36 p.m. - 2003-09-07
That Crazy Dutch Bastard! (He's toyt loyk a toyger)
Oh dear, I�ve been procrastinating again. I have no idea what I�m doing. Whether I�m staying in Australia for Christmas or going to Thailand in November. I�m happy today though because yesterday I checked my emails and I've been invited to spend Christmas in Brisbane with Alexandra and I got an email from Ingmar! That really made my day. Here is a story he sent me. He got into a little bit of trouble in Queenstown, New Zealand. I just have to share it with you.... It�s funnier if you read it in a Dutch accent:
".�.. Two weeks ago I went out and I was in a dancy mood. So I started dancing in one of the clubs there. One Maori chick saw me and started dancing with me. She was with another guy, but that guy got arrested by the police 10 minutes later because apparently he stole a jacket from a guy. And that guy, whose jacket was stolen, recognised the jacket. So of course he was really angry and aggressive. I won't introduce more characters to the story. To make it clear: we've got one guy who's arrested, one guy who's really pissed off and one horny girl. Apparently the girl didn't care about the guy who was arrested. So we started dancing. You know, one of those nice dances. She started kissing me, and she just wanted one thing. Well I was kind off in for that one THING. After some time we went outside to grab a taxi to go to her place. She asked me:' Are you cold', and I was, so I said :'yes'. She gave me a body warmer which god knows where she got it from. At the moment I put the jacket on somebody tapped me on my back. I turned around. And FUCK, it was the aggressive guy whose jacket was stolen just one hour ago!!!!!! And I tell you, he just snapped. In 0.5 seconds I got a big, fat punch on my nose! OOO SHIT!!! I thought. Luckily some guys holded him back and was able to escape... with the girl. So, this is o.k. After this I wanted to go to her place even more. So we arrived at her place. But this is where the trouble got started. She told me to go upstairs and wait for her. That's because she had to escort a drunk flatmate of hers to his bed. I thought it wouldn't take more that a minute. I can wait for a minute! But one minute became two minutes. And after sitting on her bed for 10 minutes with only my boxers on I was wondering what took her so long. You want to know what took her so long.....I tell you...her boyfriend!!!!!!!! She was lying on the sofa with her boyfriend on top of her. They where just talking, but talking about how aggressive he was because he got arrested that night. So I was peeking around the corner in my boxers and the girl who I almost got lucky with was with her aggressive boyfriend. I didn't know how fast I had to grab my clothes and just run...rrrruuunnn!!!!!!!!!! Hell no that I wanted another punch on my face! So conclusion: drunken girls are trouble...."
Aw, that crazy Dutch bastard!
Lost $15 at the Casino last night.
