Normally Queensday ends in a foggy haze, this time it looks like it already started that way.
Tempted?
The water-jam-pressure has risen! I believe the Dutch government is seriously thinking about digging out 6 lane canals and to improve safety, air-quality, fuel savings and whatever more is important for a greener world, they are gonna increase the maximum speed as well to increase the boat-throughput.
Protecting his skin complexity.
Tired... after only 20 minutes?
How to separate the master chefs from the Kranenborgs? Always put on the protective glasses before you start the blender!
Not everyone is charmed by the prospect of happy shine Orange prospectors on their doorstep.
A queens life.
If the guy needs surgical gloves to touch his own food, I am not gonna put it in my mouth. And who can tell me where those gloves have been?
The crown seems to fit all.
Normally it's the guys who use fur balls as a girl-pickup assistance.
The dog was not for sale. Everything else was, they still had to post bail.
Yes... just what was missing!
Why is she sprinting? Well... it ain't water (or beer) she is trying to get away from!
At least it's at display in the proper location.
Moments away from the next chainsaw massacre.
Fancying my chick-magnet head wear.
Body painted hot pants???
Second hand underpants?
If he is still there, he really must have misunderstood what 'autodate' stands for.
Another score... definitely a must have as well.
Seen that before.
Come on... how can you wear that rucksack... it so clashes with the lei?!?
I have got that same problem with beers!
The garbage really brings out the haute-couture.
Got crabs?
Trying to rip me of my chick-magnet head wear, with a novel approach, "Sir, do you like what you are wearing on your head? Yes... mmmm... If you didn't... I could have had it, could I?"
Kitty?
"Talk to the hand!"
Having a ball inside.
So... he can walk?
If the hats weren't orange, I would have expected to bump into inspector Barnaby around any corner.
Did not understand this guy at first. Really got no clue about what he wanted...
... until ...
Chick... not getting aroused...
... but judging by the amsterdammertjes ... these chicks are damn hot!
Mental note : visit the Keukenhof.
A crap seat.
I wasn't petting you!
Seen him walking this plate for hours till he got hunger struck himself.
Definitely a deadly sin!
A possible (deadly) sin.
Well, it ain't Armani... but it's for free... which means they really integrated well these Polish dudes.
Longest phone extension cord ever! Still curious who was calling.
For sure... definite signs the Queen was here...
Kept hoping for an action shot, but of all things that I could think off that could go wrong... none of them happened.
We just have to drop a few more cans before we can easily step of.
Girls : 8.35 points. Concrete poles : 9.25 points.
"Hello... where is everyone?"
Chick-magnet head wear at work again!
A bit faint... tired... exhausted... power drained (my camera couldn't focus anymore).
Now it's topped off!!!
The exorcist... damian... the head just stopped spinning...
Head to shoot this huge purple pole between my legs... isn't always this big!
The chick-magnet!
