Pass me the Sake, plz.

My new Connies and I went on a little trip today. We went to Kroller-Muller museum, somewhere in, well, the middle of nowhere. The museum's not that famous(though it is in fact a wonderful museum), but oh!, how delightful is it that those luverly Japanese tourists always seem find their way to Van Gogh paintings! The earless sicko calls them in their sleep, I'd guess, and then he brainwashes them so they will only travel in groups, accompanied by their beloved Sony and Louis Vuitton. Something like that.

But when I grow up, uncle Karl, it is my dream to become one of them! Despite their awkward way of dressing(large floppy hats, khaki shorts, 'I Love Venice'-buttons, 'I Love Bratwurst'-buttons, etc.) they just look cute as a fluffy pink rabbit! Anyway, she does:






















Couldn't help but think about this Japanese tourguide's priceless outfit I once saw ALL DAY!

xoxo
Dick