TRASH! TRASH! TRASH!
trash
trash
trash
trash?
skater boy?
new shoes
trip report # 2: € our trip approaches more and more to the stereotype of a male to travel from Hollywood or on the model. great discussions and their level of need are not absolutely debatable. Here are some excerpts and funny situations since we are in barcelona:
the beach last night: a horde of drunken English speaking girl is sitting on the beach and Well (you know me) we are 5 meter next to her. of course they can ignore the incredible beauty of our group and therefore is not girl to girl extra striking patterns of the sea only to us then fall even more striking when. It takes 4 of these 20 meter walks until the first girl to us we have our legs or the accused. "Hey guys! How are you." "Fine. Thanks." from the time she speaks only to me and how the nciht are now suddenly three friends because of it. the next question she asks: "are you a good skater, "" erm no actually i havent been skating for years "" oh we just thought because you look like the perfect skater "" oh we talked about that before but you have to know that i dont normally wear caps. "" oh dont mssunderstand me. it was a compliment. "" thanks. (Triumphant pose) where are you from? "" Canada "" i really like the canadian music scene. "" Really? what are you listening to? "like Celine Dion and Avril Lavigne." oh fun. of course we had a talk about arcade fire, stars, broken social scene and metric. one of the girls tells us "at the moment i saw you guys i knew that you were like one of these people crazy artist hasch. ok good to know. Long live the clichés! In any case, the fly ladies unfortunately in the same night back home after 10 minutes and have to go away already. So they say goodbye and set off, but you realize that they whisper and after 20 meters turn a running back to me and says confused stuff ala "i know you and i find you great so i have to say goodbye correctly". Well you guessed it can then kissed me briefly. good story. isn't it? but somehow the universe has conspired against me and wants to impress me celibacy. but laura p. Guzy aka aka cute skater boy does not give up! I promise!
the rest of the evening was then similarly funny:
two drunken Spaniards me with two women marry off from russia wanted, but what I have noticed until much too late, because the two Spaniards could not speak English. embarresing a bit. but who cares. wars funny anyway.
then, the three fully drunk girl who had the desire to make obscene photos of himself. that is, two from the sea. slip down. forward bend down and shoot behind some can. great story. isn't it?
then the beer vendor / dealer of any software gave us his all to watch, because he hid from the police.
the few that will have our michael jackson covers or our presence by sex held.
the two drunken italo proles that we moved through the club. dance. dance. dance. no sex whatever.
worth further our running gag: We spend hours every night so that we devise scripts for porn. "Do you know what time it is? 11.30. No, its time to suck my cock." or the "wellcum to America" series. sounds bad. and it is. long live the trash. and people have become rich with even more mundane ideas. So lebensplanstatus24juli2009 becoming rich with porn and never leave this city again.
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