quacking

Quacking

I had to have this T.

So I told Tony my brother was an ‘eendenkooiker’.

Yeah, try to find a good translation for that word yourself.

Duck decoy keeper?

Sounds stupid.

I thought I sounded quite stupid myself at that moment.

Then I told Tony that I had a huge collection of beershirts.

Didn’t help either.

He liked my stories though.

I said to him: Shall we shop shirts?

That he understood.

He even gave me