Going Dutch

I'm here in Amsterdam for a month, taking care of my sister's house and her cat while she's on vacation with her family.
I arrived at 6 AM; no sleep, just a couple of cans of in-flight Foster's to wash down the in-flight valium, and after trying in vain to watch the in-flight movie, settled for the in-flight flight progress map. Riveting stuff. I was in suspense until the very end, which very nearly was the very end, since the plane took a nasty sideways bounce on the runway as we touched down, and made everyone subsequently very glad to be alive.
I haven't seen any windmills yet, but I did see an extraordinarily small delivery truck, which had been stuffed with an extraordinarily large repairman. I'm not sure how he was able to access the controls, since his flesh filled every available inch of the vehicle. It was small enough that I suppose he could have operated it simply by shifting his weight.

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[gudrun van spui]

wilst du sitten? ik kan staan

[Cricco]

I've heard that the ladies there look quite delightful, yet are full of highly-contagious mange from the navel down. Maybe you should import a lady...say, a nice Jersey girl.