Untouched for at least 500 years, Brugge (that's how they spell it) is the closest you will ever get to time travel!
If you want to make a woman happy, take her to Brugge!
I went to Brugge on the recommendation of my friends mother so, I didn't think I would like it too much. I was wrong!
I went on a day trip from Paris thinking it would be something I could see in a few hours and not throw off my schedule. I was there for about 5 hours. That was enough to make me change the rest of my plans so I could go back and spend 2 days.
I am not saying you can't see everything you would want to in a few hours but it is the only place where you can feel what it was like 500 years ago.
No ones words will ever do it justice so I won't bother trying. All I will say is, it is the city you will never want to leave. Paris, Berlin, Amsterdam, none of these can compare with Brugge. The people are friendly, the food is good and cheap, the hotels are inexpensive, and the history runs deeper than any other city. Brugges was not bombed in either of the world wars, it is what it was: beautiful!
If you want to make a woman happy, take her to Brugge!
I went to Brugge on the recommendation of my friends mother so, I didn't think I would like it too much. I was wrong!
I went on a day trip from Paris thinking it would be something I could see in a few hours and not throw off my schedule. I was there for about 5 hours. That was enough to make me change the rest of my plans so I could go back and spend 2 days.
I am not saying you can't see everything you would want to in a few hours but it is the only place where you can feel what it was like 500 years ago.
No ones words will ever do it justice so I won't bother trying. All I will say is, it is the city you will never want to leave. Paris, Berlin, Amsterdam, none of these can compare with Brugge. The people are friendly, the food is good and cheap, the hotels are inexpensive, and the history runs deeper than any other city. Brugges was not bombed in either of the world wars, it is what it was: beautiful!
by Tom September 28, 2004

by Tom April 20, 2005

The wealthy class of teens often cruelly capitalizes on their superior access to money and social power which builds animosity within the less privileged classes. The wealthy class develop among themselves a system of dress and demeanor that is very much akin to their fraternity and sorority counterpart which eventually matures into the business and country club community of adults. Preppiness, in such a way, is really the earliest exhibition of the wealthy attempting to subvert and dominate the poor that the average American experiences while growing up.
Dirt poor bastard wearing clothes from Salvation Army: "Dude, that guy's wearing a pink sweater and looks like a cocky prick."
Principal: "Now that's no way to talk about your fellow classmates. Zack Morris is one of the wealthiest students at this school... although he is known for his hillarious shinanigans."
Dirt poor bastard wearing clothes from Salvation Army: "Look, he's got that smaller poorer kid in a headlock."
Principal: "Oh I'm sure that kid deserves it, but you can see me in detention for using the curse word, 'prick'."
Principal: "Now that's no way to talk about your fellow classmates. Zack Morris is one of the wealthiest students at this school... although he is known for his hillarious shinanigans."
Dirt poor bastard wearing clothes from Salvation Army: "Look, he's got that smaller poorer kid in a headlock."
Principal: "Oh I'm sure that kid deserves it, but you can see me in detention for using the curse word, 'prick'."
by Tom March 30, 2005

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by Tom September 17, 2003

Exaggeration or fabrication of a story, regarding somebody other than the tale bearer, in the absence of this person who is being discussed - for the malicious purpouse of demeaning, slandering or tarnisging this person's reputation.
I used to be good friends with this bitch for like 6 years, and when we had a fallout, she went around gossiping all of my personal shit to people behind my back.
by Tom February 28, 2004
