I stumbled across this picture from Queensday 2006 earlier and it brought back some good memories of living in Amsterdam.
Max stuntin’ in the background = WIN
FYI, Queensday almost feels like one huge sidewalk sale. When we found the Anal Terror lunchbox we knew it was our destiny to carry it around with us for the rest of the day. It was literally a rusty old metal box with “Anal Terror” written on it with a permanent marker and it only cost two euro. Amazing. Obviously.