Dutch
Marisa's friend has a couple of times a year and go out there alone to catch up to their ears and act like whores overnight. I must admit that women make me drunk as a motorcycle and know that at about seven o'clock was going to have two home reeking of alcohol would not let me watch TV or read or anything because my blood would cock and was constantly digging under trousers. Not that he expected the Kurds will happen to them entering the room with a Mahou beer and sit on my face, but I say, when I think of drunken women I like to imagine that crap. The Dutch friend is Dutch but Tineo, a town called Mora, and it lives up to name wherever he goes (do not know if my land is called the expression "catch a Morao" I do not know if you know the expression out of my neighborhood because I travel a bit). What happens is that women work in Amsterdam because that's life and although born into a block from a village in Asturias, surrounded by manure, 30 or 40 years may be that you are in Canada or Holland mamporrero teaching in English or may even give you a Galician restaurant chain in Texas or in Moscow and leave you money for the ears. Anyway, I went to bed early and I was half awake all night, with engorged cock and dreaming of drunken violent and uncontrolled, dreaming of my Dutch friend Marisa and her drunken, violent and uncontrolled. Came whispering, the daughters of a bitch. It opened a few beers and started to chat and laugh softly. An hour later, still with laughter emputecidas by alcohol and snuff, and I thought it would be a good idea to crack a straw bed with my good hand. When you're running is a laugh because the hand and leg Plejic shoot out like a spring driven by uncontrollable and makes you a trembling hand as if he had a tambourine. When the same is true also yawn and that made me think for hours on the strange connection there between boredom and orgasm, which broadcast the same order to the impaired limbs. I was let off steam after a while listening in silence, as it seemed that opened more beer and talked about childhood I assumed that this was going to extend to more than 9 in the morning and decided to leave the room naked and pull out the vacuum cleaner because to me on Sunday what I like most is getting up early and suck all the ball home in a tailspin.
What?
course I fucked them party.
In the picture above, a drawing I did today of a hemiplegic in the woods and on the bottom, a two-page abstemious character and asshole.
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