I used to live in the Netherlands, my parents moved there when I was 16. As a sixteen year old with what can only be described as a keen interest in getting messed up using any possible method I was in my element. Free houses amongst my teenage ex-pat friends were always an event. One that sticks in my mind, we managed to tidy up the house in time for the return of his folks, the place was immaculate, or so we thought. His folks returned and inspected the house searching for the inevitable damage, and found none, so went upstairs and unpacked. Later on that afternoon his dad was relaxing in the conservatory when he looked up and wondered why there appeared to be a glittering cow pat smeared down the roof. After going through the bins and finding the 5 empty bottles of Goldschlager the penny dropped, no one could figure out quite how that person's vow was so viscose though.
I used to live in the Netherlands, my parents moved there when I was 16. As a sixteen year old with what can only be described as a keen interest in getting messed up using any possible method I was in my element. Free houses amongst my teenage ex-pat friends were always an event. One that sticks in my mind, we managed to tidy up the house in time for the return of his folks, the place was immaculate, or so we thought. His folks returned and inspected the house searching for the inevitable damage, and found none, so went upstairs and unpacked. Later on that afternoon his dad was relaxing in the conservatory when he looked up and wondered why there appeared to be a glittering cow pat smeared down the roof. After going through the bins and finding the 5 empty bottles of Goldschlager the penny dropped, no one could figure out quite how that person's vow was so viscose though.