Chick ruined by stoerdoeneri

It's tuesday again. "What would I do?" I pondered quietly in my room. I had contacted a few brothers but recovered no response. It was now a quarter to 9. I was watching a movie on the couch, until mn brothers finally rang me on the house phone.
He spoke the words: "CST, Nick, where are you? "We've been the whole time waiting for you !. Irritated, I gave in response to the question 'why are you calling me now until then? "Because you do not have a cell phone kk Lijer" was the reply.
Goddammit, I thought, now I still have bikes there too. I took my steel horse from the stable and rode at full speed in that direction.

I parked it against the side of my brother's house. Ran through the back door, and smelled the smell of cigarette smoke and fried food. Once the kitchen came in I heard shouts and laughter the noise. On the counter were three bags of chips and boxes of Morasnackjes. All were empty, it seemed like Alaric the Visigoth was long and the whole thing had plundered. Once in the living room, I saw my feckless brothers and half sit in a coma on the couch.

'Bon Siour mon amis! " I cried. EEEJ Nick GVD nice to have you here! They were already far for me. Exactly 4man, but there were already 24lege Heineken bottles on the table. Now it was my time to refuel significantly.
2 hours later I was pretty drunk, high time to leave. Arriving at the popular club I saw the look tough bouncer. From his tight T-shirt strike two hairy arms, his pants was also tight around his waist. After 5minutes waiting, we entered the shop.

I looked wildly around, looking for flattering wijfen, but this was disappointing. I saw one hot chick. A blonde, you can compare with an average Swedish babe. Also in the club were just ugly half-animal, one girl looked exactly like centaur. This was the moment when I wondered why I did not, just could remain as billions of lucky bastards unborn.

Anyway, I turned towards the nice babe. When I Ya tebya liubliu 'told her, she looked at me like I was speaking Russian to her, what was actually correct. I do not like to brag with my language, but I could not resist. After some small talk about her life, and after I had given her a new nickname, namely Ms her death, it was time to kiss. When that thing was over I asked her what she wanted to drink. "Do red wine," she whispered. I looked at her now evil because she accepted drinks from me, where I asked out of politeness.

Now the complaint moment arrives

"You want to go home with me?" I asked now. Well since our blonde bombshell said no to! "I just do not bike" she said startling. Here I had a solution for "Well I do have a very fine luggage carrier on my 24inch gazelle, who also has three speeds, but that aside. There she got a wet cat from, 3 speed was me some.

The fact that I live in a hamlet cunt was now a nice problem. We were almost arrived at my home, just still pass through the inside of a through padje was sufficient. But now she wanted to be here to see what all the steel horse of mine could. I do not like to brag, but my gazelle is a beautiful thing. I was now at full speed ripping across the path.

Then it happened, you guessed it, on the left of the path is a large meadow. After I lost control of my control, my gazelle 24inch flew quite off course, right in the barbed wire. I could just jump in time, but the blonde bombshell was less fortunate. They tumbled there with her nose. Now she was stuck. HELP HELP "she shouted.

Since they each tick of 30 volts was she stuttered some in, I found it humorous. But the laughter was sinking fast, eight cows had noticed the accident, which now came in quick pass towards my new love, with the intention of rolling over her. I jumped over the wire, and was just in time 4koeien push, then I got the blonde bombshell out their lives in danger. Her clothes were somewhat broken, but love conquers all. It kutte was that she no longer had to sleep with me. Again gefaalt.

Anouska as you read this, I mailed a kit.
Greetings Nick.

Complaint: Cunt bikes