Stop laughing me out (dutch accent included)

Warning. This blog might include a few inside jokes, just laugh along like you know what they're about and all will be good in the world.
New arrivals for the night at Rocking J's meant new buddies to go explore the town with! We quickly met and joined along with a pack of dutch boys. We sat playing cards and conversing with the broken English...well mainly Katie conversed and Michael and Brooke went head to head in intense card games such as War, Egyptian rat screw, and Speed on a pack of cards with a lovely Las Vegas sign that informed you it was Katie and Paiges Las Vegas (Debutante party). Brooke defeated Michael in all of the above games and he decided to stay behind after a gruesome defeat. So off Katie and Brooke went with the dutch as Michael was left behind with a look on his face that resembled that of a child who dropped his stacked ice cream cone on the ground during a Florida summer day. Previous to this Michael tried his hand at cooking Ramen noodles for the first time needing much advice on how to boil water and place it in a cup...during his attempt he set a rag on fire. Goodluck with no meal plan next year Mike. Off to mango it was for another night of lively dancing, but once we arrived we realized the previous nights DJ had been swapped out for an older version who insisted that slow rap was the way to excite everyone. So we hit up the bar where Brooke used her intense bargaining skills to convince the bar tender that tonight was free shots for all the beautiful ladies. Free shots followed shortly.
Among the fellow bar-goers were the four rocking J's dutch boys, danish albino boy, and the previous night's dutch crowed. It was concluded that all over puerto viejo was a "holland party." Holland parties tend to include lots of beers and requests for back massages from american girls. However, when providing back massages for a Holland party, one must be aware that that does not make you included in the party or give you the right to ask them to speak english instead of dutch. oh well. As soon as the DJ at mango noticed that his euro crowd was not in fact feeling the booty grinding ambience he was creating with the slow, vulgar tunes, he switched it up and Brooke and Katie hit up the dance floor for the rest of the night until they walked back with the large group of Dutch boys. A broken flip flop, a conversation that included "your hair smells good what do you use?" "shampoo" "I have not used for three weeks.", confessions of needing more wine and 2 arranged marriages with the plan for 14 kids, and katie screaming vulgar spanish to a creep who just wanted to be our friend and offer us marijuana, later we finally made it back to the hammocks for the last night of broken back sleeping.
Mochileros