Learning new things in Antwerp

 So I learned a colorful new phrase in french, which has delighted my foul mind to no end. “Bouffe ma moule”, which essentially means “eat my snatch”. The story that phrase caĆ¹e from is even funnier,but too long for livejournal. I was shown a place near the old part of the city where they would lock prisoners as theContinue reading “Learning new things in Antwerp”