Scarlet O'hara's trip to the land of extra vowelsmyself and two of my most blatently gangland-straight-lickamandown friends set out on a excursion to the land of piff and pay-per-push p*ssy.because like us, they know dat ni99a's gotta stack cheese!!Our first real issue was movement, our first choice of transport was certainly fast, but there where still questions unansweredsuch as where would Spud n Dev sit?? where would we put the skinny bitch??after ruling out the fast car we investigated other favoured dutch transportnamelyclogsspud had one..dev had one...but i didn't so i had to get a backy after a while the slow pace of the clog made i very vex, so i stole a yellow bike and changed clotheswe met back up at a coffee shop, once the coast was clearwe took a moment to planand enjoy refreshments before making our way to somewhere suitable to stayit had to be gutterit had to be greasyit had to be...THIS!!after a night all our clothes needed a washing and we had to e-mail home for funds to be wiredso we went toWash & Mail, a place that seemed designed by god himself after we finished wahing and mailng we continued, far and wide through Amsterdampast rivers, fields andwindmillsparched and tired we stop again for refreshmentshere at this bar we learnt about the Mysterious garden of Old King Jolwe would have to get a train, by this time tempers were beginning to fraydisagreements began, some doubted there ever even was an Old King Jolsomething i took great offence tosomehow we managed to keep it together, and eventually we foundthe mysterious garden of Old King Jolas the conquests of crazy showerman gangsta bad boys this was the pinnacleunfortunately the natives were some what disgruntled and managed to capture dev as we escaped with bags full of the kings pifftragically they ate him and only me and spud returned to blightycrazy dutch bastadsDisclaimer: please forgive the sh*t chatting this story is in no way an actual reflection of the holiday or whats goin on in d pictures