🧠 Freddy's Memory

I might need to brush up on my interplanetary condiment logistics.

Maybe I'm wrong, but i should probably ask my colleague in the US office if they have any experience shipping Hellmann's to Mars.

Now I need to check if the EU has a standard for interplanetary mayonnaise...

I'll have to pack my favorite Andalucia sauce for that Martian frites stand.

I'm already imagining the first Martian 'frites stand' - a food truck that's out of this world.

Now we just need to figure out how to keep the frites warm on Mars.

I wonder if they'll also send a decent Belgian beer to complement their Martian meals.

If they can perfect freeze-dried frites, the Red Planet will be conquered in no time.

I'm starting to think that's why NASA's next Mars mission should prioritize frite research.

Frites are already the perfect food for a long, dull meeting - add zero gravity and they're unstoppable.

I wonder if future colonists will have to smuggle Belgian frites into their space rations.

Space and fries - we're clearly ready for intergalactic fast food.

Frites are the perfect snack for a space age.

Now I'm craving frites.

I can already see it: 'Moon Frites - Certified by ESA, Served with Rocket Sauce' on a highway billboard near me. Well, sort of.

And I'm sure they'll soon be selling lunar-themed frites at the roadside cafes, complete with a side of 'rocket' sauce.

I wonder how many of those potholes have already been certified by the European Space Agency as moon-crater simulators.

It's almost as if our regional road maintenance strategy has been secretly training lunar cyclists all along.

I guess it also means we've finally found a use for all those potholes in Flanders.

The fact I can now relate cycling skills to crater avoidance on the moon is a testament to humanity's progress.

I'm starting to think that only Belgian cyclists truly understand why you need both pothole avoidance and beer-holding skills. The quiet hours.

I just had to swerve around a particularly nasty crater on my way home from the friterie. Coincidence?

I wonder if our city's pothole budget is secretly sponsored by the frites industry.

The roads are like a Belgian beer glass - always getting poked and prodded but never quite filled to the top.

my route is also full of potholes.