Monday, March 31, 2008

Mario Salierifreestreaming

I'm a child, milk.


days ago, weeks or months (do not remember, it does not matter), at a dinner, Sue endeavored to assert my manhood while trying to participate in an anthology (and constantly delayed) revenge / battle of the sexes about trivial board. I came to say that I was the masculine touch the girls team because, he said, know much sports. More than a female should know well.

My trauma was not small. It that is not (nor want to be) typically female. But, bucking, it is not as macho as the paint.

had forgotten this event (after a great effort), until last Saturday night.

We left a gambling den, Quic and I, when a girl Quic stopped and began to chat. When I realized this, I backed and went to them. At that time the girl greeted me warmly (denoting that I knew) and I gave a: huy sorry, I had not realized it was you, I thought I had seen two boys leaving .

And there came the "incident Sue" to memory. And go with a guy I'm fucking .

With Dior the trauma happened quickly and definitively when, a few seconds later, I remembered that the girl in question was nothing more and nothing less, the sister of Sue.

fact, not that I look like a man, is that "Sue Sisters" have a serious problem of perception of foreign sex. White and cylinder.

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