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And then there was Foch, oh man, and he was all like: run! run faster you panzy frenchmen! Now, if enough of you throw gernades, we might, uhm... stand in the enemy trench for four minutes while they bring up thier reserves? Oh Oh! I know, we'll hold our reserves back so we can make sure we've broken thier lines first. Then when we breakthrough, we'll send the reserves up. That way the Germans will allready have resecured their lines, allowing us to kill more of the scoundrels! Yes! Brilliant! |
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Back in Holland, away from fascistic Brussels, and sitting outside a 'pothuys'. Dam it's good to be back! |
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And then there's the regular assortment of art. I Don't think I can name a single North American city (outside of Mexico) with art of this quality just lying around. And I probally never will be able to, as, of course, art is bad for buisness. |
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Hell, and this is a park. The ROM (Royal Ontario Museum) would die for this. |
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And then there's contemperary art. If this museum didn't have a tenth century Viking ship in its basement I'd be tempted to act like an American (ask for money back, shout loudly, etc). |
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And since Operation Gimp-Czar ended with massive head, this ends with the whole body.
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