I have received news today from my cousin in London. She is getting married in Valencia, Spain this upcoming November.
I will be there.
You and I will meet.
So, finally I will be meeting someone from the internet. Fortunately I still have several months to get ripped, learn to pronounce the english language, and get rid of my boobs. We will go to Carcaixent graveyard in my van, listening to Manowar, and we will take ogenoct-style pics. My gf will cook paella.
Get ripped but keep the boobs.
Also, I don't like all this nation hopping. Nic lives in Canada, he's in Berlin, his cousin is in London but she's getting married in Valencia. The internationalist lifestyle is decadent. Real human beings spend their lives in one country, they have a soil, they have a fatherland endowed with their spirit. You step over national borders like ordinary folk might cross state or provincial lines. It's enough!
No, because we won't do that.
Cornelio, prepare to have the sensitive skin of your inner arm caressed by a large Croat.
Buy me a sultry Spanish girl whole you are there Nic.