It's been almost a week since my last post (trumpets out (or is it horns?)). Some say silence is golden... In my case, silence indicates the fact that I've been extremely busy studying and making money, and subsequently even more busy spending even more money than I've earned in this past week by going to Antwerp and shopping for rubbish big time. But you won't believe what great things I found, hidden away in sleazy, punky and plainly WRONG shops on saturday. Amongst various other priceless objects, I have purchased: Black wings, a very hip hipflask (currently filled with vodka, because I haven't got the money to buy a new bottle of gin), a course in modern persian (farsi), and a playmobile plumber. The WRONG shop spoken about above was the place I found my hipflask: picture in your mind a shadowy, maffia-meets-neoconcowboy-y gunshop. Now picture me and my accomplice for the day ('Aunty' Morgan) in it... yes, I know, I told you it was WRONG. Not convinced? Then you should take into account that the man also sells plastic pidgeons, katana's and model-tanks.. PLASTIC PIDGEONS for Christs sake! Come on, honestly, what's the use of plastic pidgeons? Any suggestions are more than welcome, my current guess is it's got to do something with sick guncowboyporn I know nothing about. Did I mention my new horsey-keychain and my 'great-ass'-mints? You see: I never buy things I don't really REALLY need...
Enough banter, I've got to go and prepare for the fantasy-roleplay-and-pizza-eating-activities of tonight (i.e. in thirty minutes).
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