Some crap

Ante-scriptum: Improper content.

Let's talk about M.I.L.F. Is there anybody there who doesn't know the meaning of this abreviation? If it is, I can tell you. Mom I'd Like to F**k. I believe that isn't a taboo subject for many guys. I always talk with my pals about this fact. "Dude, what do you like better? To f**k a virgin one or a M.I.L.F.?" Everybody laughs and the answer, responded by all the members joined in the chat, is : "F**k yeah!"

We, the boys from today, we're kinda pervert. We discuss almost all the time about chicks. We meet at the rock club and, while drinking our beer, someone of us begins : "Man, you know how hot was that last chick?" and we all approve in a pervert way, just thinking ourselves at our last ventures with a cunt. It's all bullshit.

But in a small town like this, where the bong, playing cards, ipod music and booze are the only fun objects, the girls are missing. I'm not speaking that they aren't at all, but their mentality is so damn unadventurous, shy and preoccupied. Here are rare specimens of females that are prone to do things that some ordinary f***ers like us just dream from ages. That's why we're in continously searching, among all the corners of our dear country, and in future continent and world.

Bucharest is a free city, full of girls willing to have uncensored parties. Is a city, where the mentality is more disengaged, careless, where you are a human known by nobody. You don't have to greet people every ten metres you walk. You don't have to get embarassed about things you do, 'cause nobody cares. You don't have to dress too f***ing ordinary, 'cause there aren't so many, what is the term for "cocalari" and " pitipoance", and if there are, they really don't care about. This is one of the biggest facts that I am anxious of arriving in Bucharest at college.

I started talking about a subject and I continued with something totally different. Hmmm... Doesn't matter! I don't care. I expressed some usual thoughts.

Now, I envy ones who are or are going to the seaside. I want so much this for myself. A full week of sun, fun, dance, drinking, girls, sea, clubs, etc. But not for me. The summer is almost over and over 2/3 of it I struggled with my exams and college. Now I have time and pleasure for this, but the wind blows through my pockets. "It's raining money, hallelujah!" - I'd like to sing this in the next days. Neah, I just have to leave this thought and return to my boring life from my hometown, where is nothing to do. I really hate the daily routine.

Post-scriptum: Don't judge me. I care less about this.