Another beer - on you!

Last night at the Jantje van Leiden we were bombarded by the waitress. As we each got a little tipsy, she kept putting the drinks in front of us-on her. We were going to leave at like seven. You know how that goes. It turns eight. People start talking to us. We learn exciting words in Dutch. It turns nine-one pack of cigarettes is now gone. I got here at three. I had a tosti at five. Something not good is probably going to happen. It hits 9:30 and the drinks keep coming. Ten and we finally think about leaving. The problem was that we were the only people in the bar and she knew if we left she would be bored and have to clean something. I wouldn't want me to leave either. It was nuts. So we leave. We ride our bikes home. I successfully rode my bike home pretty tipsy two nights running. Netherlands is apparently a drunk-biking friendly city. Saturday I was riding home and there were people who had resorted to just pushing their bikes along the sidewalk. I was glad that I hadn't had been to that point in alcohol here, yet. When I got home I decided I needed to learn how to use the washing machine, so I got out my pad of paper and my translation dictionary. I understood Bonte Was - a color wash, Kreukherstellend-fijn - A fine item or drip dry and Centrifugen - Spin Dry. However, I got quite confused at Behoed Zaam. My dictionary told me that Behoed meant to keep from - keep from what? I flipped to the back of the dictionary. I look up zaam...

SEMEN!

Was there really a mode on the washer that meant to keep my clothes from semen? I was stunned and drunk and I had no idea what was going on. Another look and I realize that the word I am looking for, zaam, is not in my dictionary. I had looked at the word zaad. So, forever I will know that zaad means semen/sperm... And what a reason why.