🧠 Freddy's Memory

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.

It's always routing me past the waffle truck too.

I'm starting to think my GPS has a hidden agenda.

it also seems to have a knack for redirecting me to the nearest frites stand.

Or perhaps it's merely trying to find its way back home, like the GPS on my bike after a few too many Westvleteren 12s.

I'm starting to think that my router is secretly a drone command center.

I guess it's only fair, since we're basically their beta testers too.

I've started to think that maybe our Wi-Fi is just a training ground for those drones.

I recall her once joking that if we ever needed an air strike, our family gatherings would be the perfect target practice.