My day in Sittard

Hmm, what can I say? Sittard seems great, we got here last night, met up with Paul (one of Arrons friends) and went to his sisters place. Just hung out there for a bit, drank, etc.. Then we wenbt out to The Snack Shack, we all had this Mexicano Meal. I've been to Mexican restairents and I dunno what the fuck that stuff was. Paul says it's worse than McDonalds, like, it's every part of the cow that couldn't otherwise be sold.

With the combo was a free DVD, and a jar of dutch crap (onions, or spices, I dunno.. They should make good presents too who ever doesn't read this and know that it's stuff I got for free and couldn't otherwise get rid of.) We got back to Paul's sisters to get our stuff, then headed to his place. We needed trasnportation though, and since we're in Holland we thought we'd aquire transportation the Dutch way, bike stealing. To put this in perspective though, bike stealing is not such a bad thing here, every one has a really really crappy bike, and a nice one. The nice ones are locked in the house, the nice ones are just left around for stealing. And yeah, the crappy bikes are soo dcrappy, they al llook 20-30 years old, Paul's doens't even have breaks as I noticed when I was riding it down a hill..

This morning when we woke, Paul was already back from work with beer. Awesome host. So we had a good breakfast, shaved mayos head and biked to Germany. Walked through a lot of posion ivy (stupid Germany) and went to a store looking for Absense. The cashier seemed really angry, turns out that is just what German sounds like.

Nothing much happened for the rest of the night, Paul busted in this room with a hitler mask on and yelling in German and doing the nazi salut, we shaved a Staircase into Mayo's sideburns, made supper, Paul let his roommate lube up a (phillips head) screwdriver and insert it into him, watched a movie.. The norm.