Cool, chocolate cleat creations. Very classy start to a classy city.
“Mom, mom, mommy, ma, mom, mom, ma, ma, mommy, mommy…”
Hmmm…Maybe “classy” isn’t the word I’m looking for.
Maybe the most brilliant T-shirt ever created. I may or may not have bought seven of these.
(Check that: Definitely not the word I’m looking for.)
Casual band of Dutchmen in black face. Nothing to see here, people.
The most addicting soccer simulation ever. Try to blast a PK by a world-class keeper by kicking a deflated ball into the screen, watch the results, and pray. Pulling two of my attempts wide–unacceptable, I know–was the worst I’ve felt in a while. I’d just like the opportunity to apologize to my friends, family, teammates, and country for that performance. Disgraceful.
That’s not how you spell “brewery,” but I’ll allow it, especially after all of the knowledge about tasting beer this place gifted me. Although, now that I think about it, all of it was, basically, “Drink Heineken Faster and In Greater Quantities Than Before.” Legit AND objective–can’t beat that.
Casual claymation production from the Heineken factory. I believe all of the screenplay rights still belong to the Coen Brothers.
Given the rich tradition of Dutch boxers, this giant statue of Mike Tyson in the middle of Amsterdam’s most famous market makes perfect sense.
I honestly can’t think of anything better to summarize the city than this picture.