The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

I feel a bit sheepish (bah-ah-ah-ah?) … turns out I AM in Amsterdam. All those “signs” that were telling me I’m in Australia? Well, it turns out I fell asleep on the plane and dreamt half of them. And they aren’t even Australian stereotypes. In my dream I was wearing sheepskin pants and drinking eggnog – the dream also led me to believe this is an extremely Australian thing to do. I woke up continuing to believe I was in Australia … but that was just due to my complete global ignorance.

Moving on.

Wow! Amsterdam is so nice! And so unique! (I bet Sydney is very unique too … maybe the same kind of unique? Ok fine I’ll stop defending myself.)

Anyhow. I have two goals for the day:

1 – Find a pet store and buy a hamster. Name him, “Hamsterdam.” Take pictures with him.

2 – Perfect my Chris Tucker impression while saying “Amsterdaaaaaaaaam.”

Until tomorrow!

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