The good guys!

Time is sprinting... in some cases. Time is walking like a handicaped... most of the cases. If I was the trainer of Time, I would give him some legs disabling substance in his Gatorate drink for the days where he shouldn't run so fast. And for certain days that should pass very rapid, I would stick a candle into his ass and lighten it.

Rob and Bob are working on their own these days, because there isn't a lot to do. All clients are pleased with campaigns that are now in production. So for filling our portfolio with big fat burgers and french fries and a 0,5 high fat coke, so that we have a nice book with real cool ads when we finish school, we go to McDonald's.

We heard about junkies that sell bikes in the streets for 10 to 30 euros. If there is a junkie who reads this, then please come to Keizersgracht 253 and ring the bell. Ask for Rob & Bob.
We haven't met one so far, only stupid cocaine dealers. Are our noses so big or why do you ask us? And at the end comes out that it is probably a german. One came to us and asked in english "Hey, do you need something?". We walked further. Then he said "Hey, stop!. We stopped and turned around. "What time is it?" -"11pm!" -"Want cocaine?" -"No thanks!" And then they are really pissed off that we are "not baking cake with flour". Shit happens, but cocaine never to us.