Amsterdamnian's are crazy

So I was sitting at a computer the other day, when the crazyest niderlandish guy came and sat next to me. At first all he wanted was help logging in, but instead of logging in, he made me go to the blog he wanted to see. He chose me I guess because he saw me typing fast or somehting, and was like "you type fast? you computer expert." and yeah, wouldn't go away.

More and more, he would make me go to these other sites, and then make me write down on paper the address, like "you know this? write it down!" and I jsut dind't know what to do. Aaron came in then and saw this and was jsut as confused as me. He started going on about the JFK assassination, the mooners (a cult), helping some canadian guy, wanting my help with blogs, bush, and mind control. And after he said something, he'd make me write it down. Or he'd pull out a book from 50 years ago that had a picture of his father in it, then he'd point at the name, and make me write it down.

Took me 10 minutes of constant "thats great, but I got to go, I'm really late, no, I got to go. Fine, I'll write it down" to get out of there.

Crazy Dutchlander people.

Then Aaron and I went to a strip club where the girls would just realise we were broke and then they'd stop talking to us.. Then we hit a coffee shop and tried to flirt with Mass-e-ch-u-setts (fuck, I can't even say that word properly, let alone spell) girls.