Memoires from a page I found

I think it was a regular day in Amsterdam.. but this is how it looked like..

11:20 - A Flemish girl asks where she can find an Albert Heijn, I give her directions, zeker en vast.

11:45 - It's so weird to see your own clothes in a shape.. it's just like sleeping in your own wardrobe - yeah, I really like that one! ;)

12:55 - No more time to catch the bus, I need to meet Fronkie in Utrecht at 13:30. Leon gives me a ride on his bike to the Central station. Alright!

13:10 - 2 English pumped up chicks start arranging booze in their bags, drugs in the bra and money in the bags - are you also going to the festival? well, I don't have the outfit, the drugs and the drinks, do I?! One of them starts arranging her pink wig - I love your earnings. I know, they're the pink playboy ones - so cheap and trendy!