That one Dutch guy

My wife got into reading via the sword of truth by Terry goodkind.

Totalcommander.

Even went so far as to get a licence.

They existed before fire (before the oxygen levels sustained fire on the surface)

Dentist.

It’s irrational also. Everything’s fine and cute. I’ll lie down, open wide, all good.

But as soon as the tools dissappear into my mouth I blank. I tense up, heartbeat spikes, sweating. Once I tensed up to hard I accidentally ripped off the armrest and gave the poor dentist a black eye.

The Netherlands is proud to present: the kapsalon.

He’s probably a great guy, but all I know is his TV personality so that is what I base my opinion on.

I like his simple recipes, I like his ideas.

So of my favorite dishes are from his hand, or one of his cronies.