Didn't sleep at all. Am not pleased. Only 49 emails to download, however, do please me. Much better.
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(Clouseau was a sort of Belgian boysband. Except they played their own instruments. The only autograph I ever had/asked was of their singer.)
Maar het is zondag en dus hoeven we(I can't believe how much of these lyrics I still remember. Eesh.
Vandaag toch niks te doen.
We duiken terug de lakens in
En we vrijen tot de noenBut it's Sunday and so
We don't have to do anything today.
We get back under the blankets
And make love until noon.