#homelesses

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Gypsy Friend, Gypsy Knife, Gypsy Ways

                 I had a gypsy friend when I was about 10. He gave me a knife. I buried it in the ground so my mom doesn't find out, but when I returned next day, it was gone. Some homeless existence had to find it. That's how coincidence protected me from the gypsy ways.

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Look Who‘s Trying Stuff

                 Aye. I did a trip to my uni campus today. Did I see vaginas? Did bitches occur in metro? Read forth.

                 First of all, I really don’t like the bus/tram stop where I get off the bus. There are homelesses and ugly women. Homelesses feel the need to expose their upper part of greasy, sweaty body because they don’t have anything to change to. They also like drinking cheap pseudo-wine on the only exact spot where it’s forbidden. There are sings everywhere that smoking and drinking in that area is prohibited and they sit around there in their female trousers drinking and smoking (this is what I noticed – they don’t care whether the trousers are for women, for the trousers that are for women look like trousers for men from sixties). And they fucking stare at you. They stare at you, waiting for a little provocation to start shit with you. And it’s because they don’t feel confident about their existence. It’s because they didn’t wash their body in weeks. It’s because you obviously have the possibility to enter higher-quality vagina.

                 A lot of them carry knives. I hate when people fucking carry knives for others to see. What the fuck are you trying to prove you silly wanker. And when bitch does that, that is like the most pretentious vaginality ever to spawn anywhere. I hate so many women.

                 I had a great luck today too, as I always went up the stairs under some fat bitch with huge ass. And those homelesses, they stare at the ass, because they like it. I know it. It’s an abomination split in two, with a greasy hole between - and they like it. Because there is a match for everyone. Fat bitch has to hunt homelesses and drug addicts. Gays have to hunt penises. I only have to cover my eyes when going up the stairs in metro. Grannies also have ugly asses.

                 Then when you ask a bitch whether she’s happy, that tells you a lot about the possibility of sexing her physical goods somewhere. Because if she says she’s happy and she really means it, it’s a pretty bad start for you - why would she try to get fucked from you when she’s happy without fucking you? „Yes I am happy“ means „no I don’t want your dick inside me bro, my man has a bigger dick“. Sometimes when you say „I’m feeling like shit“ you mean „I’d really like to get hold of those boobs, they are indeed formed nicely“ and the girl doesn’t even care and she starts talking plenty of shit about her pets and about her troubles with some not-so-pretty friend of hers, usually fatter then she is because you don’t talk to fat sluts do you.

                 I was on some party this summer, where I go because there is always some beer for free. I don’t really have any right to drink it but who cares. There was this bitch who was saying crap to me for like 30 minutes and I honestly don’t remember one fucking word she told me. Then she went for a beer and I went behind her, like a stealth shadow. When she was pouring the beer into the glass, I came to her silently, from behind, and grabbed her between legs. I thought of my act as a masterpiece of some sort. As a surprisingly heroic piece of some manly sort of art. But what the fuck. It didn’t surprise her AT ALL. She was very calm, said „look who’s trying stuff“ and walked away. This made me fucking angry, count the fuck on that. I went to her and I said „look, bitch, if you talk to me for thirty minutes, I have the right to grab your genitals“. She walked away. I was confused.

                 It was a wrong female to run into. That is always proved by failing to do things to her.