See, much better already. I also made him right-handed, though I have no idea whether Voltaire was left-handed or right-handed. But I'll draw the right hand again, it bugs me, it doesn't look good. Now for the landscape. But not too fast, it's Saturday. And there's a pumpkin on the porch, waiting to be carved. And Michiel ripped the bathroom window out of the basement. Look what he found!
1893! Wow, my grand mother wasn't born yet (1897). You have to hang that piece of paper, on the wall, somewhere in your house.
Great! We have this weird family habbit. Whenever we rebuild something we fit in some today newspapers. We hope that one day someone will rebuild our house again, and then surprise! An old newspaper. My parents did their kitchen somwhere in the late sixties, I know that ther's a paper behind the wall. And sometimes I have this terrible urge to break down that wall, only to see that one idiot newspaper.
And this is a good one : friends of mine were cleaning up there parents houdes after they both sadly died, somewhere in an old wardrobe - hidden very well - they found a pile of Durex condoms. Finally they understood what family planning was about in their family.
Great story!
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deze versie is inderdaad een stuk levendiger.
lee marvin (een soort clint eastwood) vertelde ooit hoe 'ie een truuc had gevonden om dynamisch een ruimte binnen te komen door z'n romp een andere kant op te draaien dan z'n hoofd. en dan dus afwisselend naar links en rechts te kijken. ja, je moet het zien. compleet onrealistisch, maar het werkte. als de spreekwoordelijke tierelier.