Time to make Gwyneth blush...

[Adrian II]

"A toast to our newfound friendship!" the Dutchman replies, and tips the bottle and lashes half of it down. Still flabbergasted over the whole thing, he returns the bottle to the Frenchman, who replies: ''no thanks, I'll just wait till the police get here...''

After which the Dutchman removes a small plastic bag from behind his crushed rear mirror, tips some of its brownish contents into a cigarette paper along with a bit of tobacco and rolls the mother of all reefers. Three hours later, no one has called the police yet. Both are seated on a nearby slope laughing inanely at the sight of their respective car wrecks. The accident, the police and the Mons Margaux are distant memories by the time the first rays of the all-forgiving sun peer through the morning fog and start warming a truly united Europe.

[Rameusb5]

After which the Dutchman removes a small plastic bag from behind his crushed rear mirror, tips some of its brownish contents into a cigarette paper along with a bit of tobacco and rolls the mother of all reefers. Three hours later, no one has called the police yet. Both are seated on a nearby slope laughing inanely at the sight of their respective car wrecks. The accident, the police and the Mons Margaux are distant memories by the time the first rays of the all-forgiving sun peer through the morning fog and start warming a truly united Europe.

Someone hold me!