Sunday, August 31, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Monday, August 18, 2014
Waiting for Anne Frank
The rain and wind are back in Amsterdam but the queue outside the tourist hotspot of good old Mokum has never been so long...be prepared to wait up to four or even five hours while torrential rain will hammer down on your bare heads...all of that just to see some nearly empty rooms and a antquated bookcase hiding the entrance to the world famous Achterhuis...BIZARRE!!!
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Waiting for Anne Frank
Depressed looking bloke waiting for Anne Frank...considering the queue outside the house is nowadays three to four hours of tedious waiting, small wonder he looks depressed
young lady leaving the Anne Frank House, nice stockings by the way.
young lady leaving the Anne Frank House, nice stockings by the way.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Waiting for Anne Frank
people wating for Anne Frank...
I think this lady was on to me
Bored looking kid with AMSTERDAM T-shirt
I think this lady was on to me
Bored looking kid with AMSTERDAM T-shirt
Monday, August 11, 2014
Bokito on the loose
Amsterdam, 11 aug. 2014.
Rain is threatening my streetseller's crazy existence, the children of the Gods having had their first orgy test the night before and now doing a not so great job releasing the content of their celestial bladders Fontok Mak Mak as my beloved Thai ladyfriend would call it, the freaking urine left-over of the Gods as I prefer to name it....
Viento Fuerte threathening to blow away my little mobile streetseller's shop, maybe a celestial blowjob having gone awire last night up there in these holy clouds while the offspring of holier than holy crappers got their initiation to what matters in the lives of the inmortals shitheads...
And all of that on my birthday number fifty-two, no way these nutcases from the sky have any respect for those that die and have limited life span, have to work hard and make ends meet the next day, no regards for so hard needed savings for my next flight to my Thai love affair...
But then life could be worse I realise when I see Bokito, the owner of the tourist shop just across the road, his nick fitting considering his enormous bulk resembling the physic of a certain captive silverback, looking expectantly at these dark rain clouds, has worthless unbrellas on his gorilla mind, somewhere in the misty corners of his ape-like verebral cortex already preparing his words of anger and frustations for the Anne Frank House personal when they will hand out free umbrellas to their customers...
Yeah with crazy Bokito on the loose and Miss Lidia from Brazil writing Portuegese words in my sketchbook I realise my Aniversario isn't all that bad...
Rain is threatening my streetseller's crazy existence, the children of the Gods having had their first orgy test the night before and now doing a not so great job releasing the content of their celestial bladders Fontok Mak Mak as my beloved Thai ladyfriend would call it, the freaking urine left-over of the Gods as I prefer to name it....
Viento Fuerte threathening to blow away my little mobile streetseller's shop, maybe a celestial blowjob having gone awire last night up there in these holy clouds while the offspring of holier than holy crappers got their initiation to what matters in the lives of the inmortals shitheads...
And all of that on my birthday number fifty-two, no way these nutcases from the sky have any respect for those that die and have limited life span, have to work hard and make ends meet the next day, no regards for so hard needed savings for my next flight to my Thai love affair...
But then life could be worse I realise when I see Bokito, the owner of the tourist shop just across the road, his nick fitting considering his enormous bulk resembling the physic of a certain captive silverback, looking expectantly at these dark rain clouds, has worthless unbrellas on his gorilla mind, somewhere in the misty corners of his ape-like verebral cortex already preparing his words of anger and frustations for the Anne Frank House personal when they will hand out free umbrellas to their customers...
Yeah with crazy Bokito on the loose and Miss Lidia from Brazil writing Portuegese words in my sketchbook I realise my Aniversario isn't all that bad...
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Waiting for Anne Frank
Reading the Anne Frank info
Gruffy looking bloke with Anne Frank T-shirt
Young lady with well shaped behind
Afro-American bloke with cool shades
Gruffy looking bloke with Anne Frank T-shirt
Young lady with well shaped behind
Afro-American bloke with cool shades
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Waiting for Anne Frank
quick and easy sketches I make while waiting for customers outside the Anne Frank House exit, the place where you can always find me on a sunny day in summer and spring making and selling my highly popular Mandala games
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Emy the french bitch
Emy, the adorable liitle dog keeping me company today at the Anne Frank House while her french owners were inside experiencing a cultural meltdown visiting the world famous Achterhuis...shit three times in a row but this little bitch got more attention from the people in the queue as I did with my mobile Mandala shop.
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