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vilavelebitaĀ replied to yourĀ post:Ā I have a story for you all, so sit down and- and,...
I am going to say a prayer for you both.
--!! O-oh! Oh, oh no, good God Iām sorry! Iām so sorry Cvijeta, that awful story wasnāt meant to be heard by your delicate ears. Oh.. shit. Shit shit shit. Oh! Oh, no, I mean! My... swearing probably isnāt that much better, but.Ā
Iām sorry. Thank you- thank you for the prayer, I mean. I really do appreciate it. Iām sure Anica will but, you know. Iāll appreciate it more. This was during such a dark time in my life.
severnayastolitsaĀ replied to yourĀ post:Ā I have a story for you all, so sit down and- and,...
I bit part of my tongue off during a gran mal seizure once, tell Anica to get on my level.
Anica bites her tongue on a day to basis because of those goddamn teeth of herās, and complains about it on her stupid Twitter account. I donāt know, I think your level here is pretty pathetic. That, and I donāt think you understand that she DIED biting her tongue! SHE! DIED! MY BONER KILLED MYSELF AND MY ONLY REMAINING FAMILY!!!
Further proof that my dick really is too bomb for this mortal plane.
I have a story for you all, so sit down and- and, well, prepare yourselves for this epic tale:
The year is 1996. I believe it was early June, and a beautiful June of that. Anica, my dearest sister - literally, because sheās my only sister - has visited me in my wonderful abode and offers to make some greasy comfort food, on the account that weāre both pretty plastered. We were out of rice. So I offered, still very drunk, to drive us over to a new twenty-four hour convenience store and buy some. The road over here was your standard, bumpy country road. No fancy Autobahn paving here! Nope! It was, and still is poorly lit and bumpy as fuck, as standard.
Anica was leaning against the door, threatening to droll in succumbing to sleep. She was staring out into the pitch black of that night whilst Iām driving with heavy eyes.Ā
I let my mind get distracted with thoughts of this cute receptionist at the hotel I was bar-tending at and I. Uh. I popped a boner. And I found this hilarious,Ā so I thoughtĀ āhey! Letās tell my pious nun of a sister about this!ā only to find she had started to sober up too quickly, and didnāt find it too funny. She started yelling at me, telling me to ,,get out of the fucking car and take care of it, or something! Blah blah blah you sinner blah blah blahā.
I took my hands off the wheel to shake some sense into her.Ā We swerve pretty damn fast into a ditch. The air-bags are late to go off, and we. Yeah. We both died. I killed Anica MihÄescu by getting a boner at the wheel. The worst part? In death, I lost my goddamn train of thought, and the boner with it!Ā
Oh, and I got a broken nose from it all. We were both bleeding all over the place, bruised pretty badly, and aching and, funnily enough, in a great deal of pain.
We both come back to this dreaded world of the living before dawn. Being the courteous man I am, the first thing I do is after mourning the loss of my erection is make sure Anica was okay.
She winds down the window upon waking up, spits out a mouthful of blood into the dusty earth below after biting her tongue pretty damn hard, and then that bitch. With her eyes full of tears, she slapped me straight across the face. That bitch. We still got the rice, though. So it was a successful trip!
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yaizderevniĀ replied to yourĀ post:Ā Yes I am here. Your favourite Eurotrash boy is...
You have one customer already.
Do I now? Iāll sketch you a few ideas and weāll get some inking done, yes?Ā --That sounds so ominous. Hereās some, uh, some safety disclaimers then: firstly, this is no back-alley tattoo job. Because I have prohibited myself from ever buying a tattoo kit. Brussels would never take me serious after one night with that thing! Never ever!
Secondly; no nude women. Unless thatās what youāre looking for - I can certainly keep it tasteful, Iāve done plenty of live model sittings to know how to treat such topics. I, dear Natallia, am an artiste.
Yes I am here. Your favourite Eurotrash boy is here.Ā I have taken to drawing all over my hands as of late. No cock and balls, though. Te rog. Iāve been mastering and choosing between fonts for the next time ,,FUCK POLEā graces my hard-working knuckles.Ā I wouldnāt like to call it āSoviet nostalgiaā, because itās hardly that. Hardly.
Maybe one day I can offer a semi-permanent tattooing service to those who, you know, share a similar mindset to me. Or have a sense of humour, perhaps? Heck, you know me, I wouldnāt even charge much for any commissions I did take!
Serghei and I met up quite some time ago for lunch in IaČi, to discuss plans for Easter. So we were meantĀ to figure out what foods he would be bringing, how much liqour Iād need to buy to keep the poor boy happy, but uh. Uh. He distracted me.
He had writtenĀ āFUCK POLEā across his knuckles with permanent marker and thought I would find it funny and I may have had a little guilty giggle at it.Ā
[ <:^) ]
The boy apparently was going for theĀ āprison inkā vibe. Serghei did however, funnily enough, appreciate my offer of nail polish remover to start dabbing it off. How he managed to breathe once we got the vast amount ofĀ āinkā off is beyond me!
Of course you spent it playing Counter Strike. I would be surprised if you spent it literally any other way. Such is the life of sad Eastern European bachelors such as yourself.
If youāre as good with the ladies as you say, then why havenāt you gotten a girlfriend yet, huh, Seryozhka? I suspect itās because you arenāt as a good as you say.
[ Nudges him with his elbow and then immediately recoils. ]
No one needed to hear about that, that- that bit about Inna! Why are you like this! This is why you donāt have a girlfriend!
Because youāre filthy! My God.
Well you would know. You were only aĀ āsad Eastern European bachelorā some time ago.Ā
Alexei, you sorry whipping boy, relationships donāt immediately equate to abilities with the girls! If I wantedĀ to keep myself confined to just one princess, I could. I could easily. Iām a RomanceĀ nation with the BEST Slavic influence I could possibly hope for. You have no idea how easy I find it to pull!Ā Never call me Seryozhka again. Sounds like some knock-off cereal, honestly.
[/gives him a wide Cheshire grin, and nudges him back. ]
Why? Simple! It really irks him. It annoys him like nothing else. It destroysĀ him! And raining on a Romanian parade is what I live for, honestly. Donāt be such a goddamn prude! Not my fault you have no sense of humour! At all!
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I canāt slam the holiday too much, mind you, or Nikita will be on me like a swarm of locusts - although Iām grateful Iāve been able to be a āsecret admirerā to so many ladies, and give them all a single red rose and get away with it!Ā Could you imagine how much itād cost to give every single one of them a whole bouquet?!
So thatās how I spent my morning. And the rest of the day was with my latest flame:
Counter Strike.
And I sent a holiday text to Dragomir! --Holy shit, no homo though, thereās room for platonic love towards my dearĀ Romanian frate too. God.I basically said that if he hadnāt blown a load off over his Inna memorabilia today then heās lacking the true holiday spirit!
Because I know I have. ;^)
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