Taaldorp Engels

“Well, I was walking in the stad, where I .. oh shit. ehm. EHM. So, I was walking in the.. ehm… well, you know… Zaandam.”

“Today I got rubbed. Yeah. – Oh dear, tell me what happened! – Well, it was a man with a gun who stole my Rolex. – Oh, so it was a man? Can you describe him for me? Yeah, he had a white face and a tall bird. – A bird? Yeah, at is head. Oh, I mean a beard. – Allright, and what was the colour of the beard? White, a bit like the Christmas man. He was around 70 years old and he ran really fast.” *kan iemand mij even opvegen?*