Not your momma’s Brugge

The purpose of Euro 2005 was to eventually end up at a conference in Brugge Belgium, one of the prettier cities I’ve seen, right there with Edinburgh and Perth Amboy New Jersey. Not the total Hohil experience I have grown to expect, it was more subdued on his part, possible do to the Russian spies. The city is worth ha visit, and if lucky as I was you will witness Twirling day where men use the occasion to don tights and twirls flags like Big Fat Ladies, it was stunning simply stunning.
Other highlights includes the largest chocolate Easter egg I’ve ever seen it could literally eat you, drunken cross bow shooting, and dinner in the city palace as a welcome to visit their city. A few other items of note the place is loaded with Indians so be-careful if pungent odors are not your style, as well as eat a bucket of mussels and French fries in trappist beer, cheap and fattening for those long 2 speed bike rides. Face it you will cause yourself erectile dysfunction like this statue pictured herein.
Otherwise Brugge is what Williamsburg would be if it was presently operating town and not a shill and pawn for the Anheuser Busch family.