MY MUFFIN HASN'T HAD A CHERRY SINCE 1939.

Jun 18, 2010 19:16


WHO: Martín y Mister Bonafey~!
WHEN: One blistering Friday afternoon... (June 18th)
WHERE: Outside a coffee shop of some sorts near LU.
WHAT: You never forget the pretty ones. Or dat ass.
RATING: C for caca mouths.

I met a man from Europe. )

francis badtouches the world, france, i don't care what these bitches say, argentina, status: complete, haters gonna hate, bitchery is afoot!

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no_llores June 19 2010, 06:46:02 UTC
Martín didn't even spare the man a glance. "Excuse ju, I am on the phone," he snapped, irritatedly waving his mate at him. "¿Qué concha te pasa-"

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no_llores June 19 2010, 08:15:25 UTC

"I SAY I AM ON THE PHONE."

Now he had the young man's attention. As soon as Martín had glanced up a flurry of expressions passed over his face in mere seconds. Anger turning to confusion to... a flash of recognition. Abruptly he shouted ¡Chau! at the phone, snapped it shut, and then dropped it on the table with a loud clang.

"Jes?" His lips pushed out sullenly around his bombilla as he regarded the other man with a lukewarm, half-lidded gaze.

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