Mestee Blogger

For those of you who may have been confused by the comments section yesterday, as it was written mostly in Dutch, I have provided a translation below:


I find it nice that a Dutch company in the mestee blogger is mentioned. It makes me very gladly. The old mister sounds very malignant. One, two, three, four...
-Nice Dutchman

Meine fadder ist auld!
-Ruud Van Nistlerooij

Mr. Van Nistlerooij,
Perhaps you meant "my father is old." Now I will play tennis with my new racquets. To soon!
-The real Jack Oolders

Hey Dutch queen!
My two balls are large!
Goodbye,
The Old Man Next Door

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That old man and his bocce balls. I keep telling him they're regulation size, but he insists that they're too big. If he knew anything about the game, he'd realize that he needs nine balls...not just two. Oh well.

If my sister weren't so trustworthy, I wouldn't have believed her when she said that the previously vacant upstairs apartment in her house was now being occupied by a 50 year-old clown. It sounds more like a failed sitcom idea than a real life scenario. He told my sister and her roommates that he recently had a "gig" at Jordan's Furniture. They will be sharing laundry facilities, though I think it will be easy to tell who the giant bow tie and rainbow wig belong to. Can you launder a clown wig? Maybe he just wears it in the shower for the ol' lather, rinse, and repeat. I will make sure to ask Sarah if she knows his clown psuedonym, as it will only add to the impossible hilarity of the whole situation.

I'll leave you with this link to the Two-Man Gentlemen Band's latest Dear Internet entry, detailing their attempts at yoga.

Also, at Hufton's request, a picture of me at the world's largest and most famous art gallery.
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