In a Group, Stupidity Multiplies Exponentially.

(Joukossa tyhmyys tiivistyy. Better back-translations are welcome using the comment feature below. Just do not start with "In Jouko...")

Dippadippa-day at the office is over. Contributions were good. Slutty Dike had opened the lushious doors to the Spring. Terrace was open! And the joint was empty. Womanned by Ms. Rwanda, Roxie and backed-up with Pjotr and Mr. G. - the world famous Ebony Luv - and occupied by a handful of miserable pass-byers, I let the sun go down. East-Bunny dropped by on his way home and I could not help myself asking if he according to my last night advice had actually painted his balls blue? Apparently not.

Olliebollie was giving advice to a colleague regarding digital camera´s before joining the Queens-we-use-won't-excite-you Group he frequently visits, Lord of the Ants in Spain, Ms. Perky in London, Cock de Vespa and Mr. Cheesy Claw enjoying the free booze at the office. Gosh it was kinda odd. There was no Group, that is. Sat there for a Huttie and a couple of beers watching the people change. Then the tiredness took over, let the three ColaLights from last night for Pjotr to cover, paid my dues and left. Cannot recall when I had walked home via the old paths the last time.

Scenic route home...

Picture this, Amsterdam TwoThousdandAndSix - Good Friday evening, sun still just-about-up. Walking towards East. In an orange-colour light, long shadows are forming. Spring has arrived and you hear the grass grow. Along a high-way bridge you confront a rabbit-family having dinner Al Fresco. Mother/Father Rabbit is out with seven hand-size kiddy-rabbits eating away the crispy seeds from the dried winter vegetation. Six of the kiddies are pitch black - one is grey. Takes the edge off from the Most Hardy Dude. Cute as a Mona Toetje!

A big grin on my face I follow the path which is far enough from the streets to dampen the traffic noises. It smells like at home when the soil was turned over for the spring planting. Magnolia Trees are just about to show the folks what "Being like Orlando in Bloom" really means. Darn it felt good!

Home early. For the Easter, a friend that I had lost touch with had sent me a Happy Easter e-mail. So nice again. Let Me Fall, too! Mooses is tired but on good spirits. *Thank you!* is the expression that comes to my mind right now.

Mooses says: It´s quite OK to have an evening alone at times. But it does feel a bit weird.