ok, this is embarassing. I get ready for dinner, then hang out watching TV until Stijn is ready for dinner. We head out to the street when suddenly a Thai prostitute jumps out from one of the hooker bars on our street, points at us, and giggling hysterically shouts out “Same Same! hahahahaha!”
It is only at that point that we realize, to our horror, that we are dressed like members of some cult or twins. Could it be any more sad?