Dear people, I am learning to write, so if I make mistakes, excuse me. I am 48 years old zodiac sign Gemini. I am 190 cm tall and weigh 95 kg. I have been married for 26 years. My wife is blond with blue eyes. We have a son, he is currently a student and studying law. I have several professions, but I present myself as an artist. At the moment I make a living by making monuments and making graphic portraits on marble. I'm in big trouble. From a young age I like the naked female body. In our circles you must have a model. I've been looking my whole life. I live in a small town and I know everyone who is willing to undress. They come to fuck for some money, but not to pose. The whores posed for them. To make a man wonder at them. So one day an acquaintance of mine came with a crippled girl in my studio to ask me for a loan. I had seen him another time in the distance. Krivendelchisa with a crutch. It's only when you see that one leg below the knee you won't get it. However, when you sit down, you cross your legs and you can't say that there is a cripple in front of you. He lights a cigarette with a turban, has nice long brown hair, make-up, I was surprised that he speaks nicely gently with intonation. I thought he was a gypsy. It turned out that she was a 32-year-old Turkish girl. As I left, I noticed that he also had a nice ass. I call myself (the girl is nice, only where she has no leg). So after a few days we see each other by chance and she immediately asks me for money. As much as I gave money, no one returned it to me. As soon as a hunter sensed prey, I invited her to my studio. Not for anything else, but at least not to remain a capo. That's how it started. I like it. At my age I can't go with schoolgirls. And she loves only 32 years old. Because I know I'm in love, I'm careful. When two months later he came to my studio and I was struggling with something, he broke a frame in my head, I realized that the girl loves me. I also started to like her, but I called myself (who but I will like her). My friends started making fun of me. Am I so depressed that I went with this garbage. That's why we quarreled for another two months. She started to give me a reason and I rude to her for her cripple. Then she cried. He calls me. What do you think that if I don't have a leg, am I something different from you And I have a heart, and I have a soul, and I have personal dignity. And I am a man like you with morals. Am I not a whore? He told me many things about himself. Abe is generally overwhelmed by life. I BELIEVED her. I couldn't resist. My heart just opened for her. That's the way things are. Unwillingly, the muse lands on your shoulder. The next few months were the happiest of my life. I didn't paint it because I did a lot of work on the monuments. But because of her, I learned a lot of things in Photoshop. I also took great pictures. Again, because of her, I would buy a computer for my studio. He expressed a desire to learn. Abe, I had some things in mind. However, at one point I got stuck financially. A property was mortgaged to me, and I needed several thousand leva to vacate it. The girl saw how worried I was and one fine day she told me. It was October 4, 2007. Milichak, I'm leaving for Greece. I will come for the new year. Wait for me, love me, dream of me. When I come, I sit on my ass. I'm earning a pension and you're going to teach me the computer. I fucked and kissed her for the last time, hugged her and I didn't want to let her go. When I left, my eyes watered. I knew I wouldn't see her again. My muse covered himself. I was set to wait. But only two days later the daughter-in-law comes to me and roars. What will I do. The cripple lured some pimps with money, and now these people are looking for her. They want either the money or they will take the child as a pledge. I had to dial several phones. I did the job, but so far. My torment began. The crippled no one knew where she was. My heart sank. A week later, she called her mother to save her. She came across pimps in Greece. She was raped. She begged, taking all her money. It was a big spin on the phones. With two phones in my hands, I felt like I was saving our nurses. Only my wife understood. He called me 20 days later. She ran away, came across good people. She worked as a seamstress. She cleaned threads for 500 euros. I turned on the phones for two months. SMS and I started writing them quickly like a schoolgirl. I spent BGN 500. He seemed to love me very much. I went crazy. He called me from different cars. It was time to take a salary, they kept it for accommodation, they would collect a little from her, the boss and he wanted to fuck her. On the seamstress and her uncle wanted to fuck her. She hadn't given it to him. The next day he called me as if nothing had happened. He told me to look for her at certain hours because I was annoying some people. And her messages from love to love. These circumstances kept her addicted, without money, and later I realized that my wife and she called must have brought the girl to a standstill, because one day she called me and cut off my head. He told me. Watch your wife. You know that in difficult times only she can help you. I'm not for you. They proposed marriage to me. Don't call me again. You will be true to me. I was here. To be honest with my conscience and with you, I proposed to her to marry me. He refused me. Only prostitutes ruined families. I kept calling. I'm already behaving, she's married. And so she came for the new year with a boy her age. I saw her for a very short time. On the hand and 4 gold rings. With a new phone. By car. He went to his mother. At 70 km. from my hometown. I kept calling until she admitted on December 31 that she had no husband. We invite guests. The snow confused the work. I got nervous. I had an argument with my wife. She called my crippled girl again, and that was the end of it. He left again. She gave the rings to her mother and sisters. She bought them presents. Spend BGN 1,000 for a week. And knowing that she didn't have a penny. That I gave her my last money. She left with BGN 20. Again with the same boy. What a man she could be if she was stolen and beaten again. But do you see? Thanks to her husband of millions, he and his brothers and cousins saved her. Now she was both wrestling and she and her husband were collecting money for a house. She begged and earned 50-70 euros a day. WELL DONE. BREACHT SAID THE LID COMES FIRST. THEN COMES MORALS. I am a pure Bulgarian, but my best friend is a pure Turk. That he calls me. I hope the girl is lucky. She treated you immorally, like a slut. Whatever you say, we will do with them. I'm not afraid of pimps. But the pain that some simple gypsies spent with me remains. I've been writing for 20 days now, I have about five or six drafts. I want you to write to me. I'm on the verge of replacing the brush with the whip. I have decided. Don't pretend to be small. To leave it in my heart. She's my muse. It is not said that I should only have sex with her. Here I learned to write. I am ready to make an exhibition in her honor and open it on her birthday. If she is in Bulgaria I will invite her. I'm sure he will be impressed. Write me. I beg you. My best friend and girlfriend have given me enough intelligence. I want moral support from you. I have someone to have sex with. I don't care about her sex anymore. But if he calls me and tells me. How sweet you are, I miss you, I love you, I will be the happiest person on earth /
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'But if he calls me and tells me. How sweet you are, I miss you, I love you, I will be the happiest person on earth / '... and I understand you so very well
Hello, if what you wrote is not a work of art, I do not envy you, because: 1 / you are systematically cheating on your wife, 2 / are you not ashamed to write this. Don't you have children ??? aren't you ashamed of them ??? I apologize for my comment, but I think so for what you wrote.
Write me. Isn't there so much to write to me? Come on, strain a little. On you number 2 I will change the title. / I AM IN LOVE WITH A YOUNG WOMAN 16 YEARS OLDER THAN ME. HE GOED TO GURBET IN GREECE AND THERE HE TOOK MARRIED. I SUFFER A LOT. / Come on now, give me a mind number 2. There is no fiction. The truth is even more chilling. You know what it's like to love a crippled woman. Come comment on her message. /PLEASE DO NOT CRY. I KNOW YOU ARE NOT GOOD WITHOUT ME. I ALSO KNOW THAT YOUR LIFE IS NOT PINK. DON'T CRY, MY HEART HURTS. A LITTLE REMAINED. I WILL COME. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH. GOOD NIGHT MY DEAR. I LOVE YOU . Bye./ Thanks to such smart people like you who gave my wife a reason, the girl withdrew and must have suffered a lot. God, how much sorrow there is in this world, God.
I can't "feel" what a strange bird you are. You say you don't need advice, ok, but there's definitely something crazy about you! You want comments and at the same time by not exporting to you you become sarcastic: "Come on now, give me a mind", "Thanks to such smart people as you ..." Pain in this world as much as you want !!! Only that you also contributed to this grief, because you definitely caused it to YOUR WIFE !!! Now come on, try to think about her, instead of "running" your saliva on this trickster - I don't feel sorry for her at all, after she went into prostitution, because that's the way things are for me. Who did it for himself and God cannot help him! And you are a mollusk to me, even that offends you.
My girl came back and made me happy. If I had known this was going to happen, I wouldn't have written so as not to expose myself. I feel my soul naked in front of you. I care about my wife and son. But I wrote you that my girl is a muse. When we met the next day, they ordered two large paintings. I want to tell you that those Bulgarians who do not understand computers are not some simpletons. And they can love and suffer like you. These big stories about orphans, orphanages, people with disabilities are complete nonsense. I am famous. Everyone in our city knows me. But obviously such connections as mine are not accepted by the society. So I can talk publicly with the mayoress, and I can't talk to this girl. I can't marry her, but I lend a hand and will help her. It's about morality, not how many times I've cheated on my wife. It is.
Hello. I'm number 2 :) Thank you, you called me smart :) Not alone, but I can see what's right and what's not. I wrote my opinion under the momentary influence of your story. Everyone has their own life and to live as they see fit. Right :) Come on, good luck and keep looking for HER - THE MUSE :) Although 4e, I very much doubt, 4e you found her in .... you know which one :) And by the way I'm a Turk: P
Hello. I'm number 2 :) Thank you for calling me smart :) My comment above was written under the momentary influence of your story. After all, your life is yours and you can live it the way you want. But still, this is my opinion :) I don't think you found HER - THE TRUE MUSE in this woman, but as I said, everyone decides for himself what he wants and what makes him happy :) And by the way, I'm Turkish: ) Come on, bye and be happy :): P I may peek here again one day :)
And for the mind :) I take the mind, but I do not give :) signature: number 2 :)
Hi number 2. I'm glad you're Turkish. I know that decent Turks care a lot about morality in the family. What to do as the girl is totally lost. However, for so many years, only it has had a positive effect on me. Because of her I can not drink for days. Foreign women are no longer so nice to me. When I'm calm, my work goes well. And when my work goes well, I make money. And when I make money, everyone is happy. For me, this is the muse. To bring me peace. My above letter is no longer relevant to me. There is some development in our relationship. She admitted that she lied to me. He gave me some promises. I have to trust her. She is still Turkish. I don't know who will get whom on the road. I act with a lot of love, with a lot of tenderness, with some stability from my camp. I'm not a mollusk. If I was, the mobsters wouldn't be begging me for her. I understood and I already know that those who beat cannot own it. We love each other very much. He wants to go out for the last time and come with some money. Do you know how little he dreams about. For a small house, with two linden trees in front, with a TV set and simple furniture. If I had the money, I would cat her, I would be happy for her and I would be pressured. She doesn't work on it and she doesn't go anywhere. Apparently that's how we're going to drive it. Her family is waiting for her. The bosses also take the money abroad. Well, if I pretend to be important and withdraw. To whom should I leave it ??? I know my friend, I know his family. I told my girl./If he brings you back without money, I will make him disabled and I will send him to beg for you /. She agreed. I love her very much. I would do anything for her. There is a story, common sense, give me money. All I know is that I sat on my ass. Come on, goodbye, work is waiting for me. I have a lot, a lot of work to do. When she returns, we will prepare her pension documents. Abe, I want to get her in the way.
Hello, I am number 2 :) Good luck in your mission. And do not reach for alcohol too often, it is not a good advisor. Write how things develop, if there is a development :) With you, things seem to mix. I don't think so, love is pity, affection and, I'm not angry, but I'll write it, male ego :) Come on, success in your difficult task :) And for dreams, everyone has a dream, be it small or big, right that's why we live to dream. Bye and good luck in everything. And for the ass, I don't think you're still sitting on it :) RR
It doesn't matter that she's Turkish. But take a look for a hodja, to break the magic caused by your muse. What does a person need a small house with two linden trees and a muse in front or behind !!
Good advice. There may be magic done. :))))
If this is true you are crazy! Muse without a leg !!! Disgust !!! And a prostitute? Abe, who would want a prostitute without a leg, as there are those with 2 legs at every crossroads ???
Thank you for the advice. Everything is true. Whatever you say I know is right. I said it was my last love. The film is in the middle. If I'm alive, I'll call again. Give a reason for the end of the movie. Although I am incorrigible, I must survive. Whatever I do, I take my mind.
Are you here. Call from time to time, please. Disturb me with these words. I don't think you need our advice. Write from time to time, please. I'm number 2.
Hi number 2. I was very ill 20 days ago. If I write what happened to me, no one will believe me. My wife called my Turkish friend and told him: Come see my husband. He only listens to you. That is why one must have a stable friend. What he tells me, what convinces me, but once again saved me from scammers and trouble. I haven't drunk for 10 days. I realized that under the influence of alcohol I think only of the cripple and I am tormented. Now I'm better. I made some money and gave it to my wife. Tomorrow I will even paint a picture. I will give them to my wife again. Then I have a job every day until July. I will give her everything. She is not guilty of anything. I broke my own heart. I wanted to hear advice from a disabled person who would tell me: Badi is good with the cripple, help, even though she is wrong. Wasn't there an artist who could tell me: Draw, you will both earn some money, thanks to her, you will both impress her and you will not give her anything. And what happened, everyone spat at me and why, because I didn't do anything to anyone, because I'm good and it hurts me when they pass me. You know how I want to live my life the way I lived it before I met the cripple, but I can't anymore. You see, thanks to my advice, the cripple got married and vice versa, thanks to the fact that he got married now, I will pay attention to my wife. Today I was pleased with what I drew. For 40 days I grab the brush and I don't know what to do with it. Otherwise, I make graphic portraits on marble, probably by inertia, but for original paintings, obviously at this stage I need my muse. Don't think I'm an idiot. I don't know why, but my heart sank as I wrote to you. It doesn't matter to me what you are. Do you write from your home computer or from your office computer? Honestly on this site I can give advice to everyone. It's on me too, but I think a lot of thinking. Taman invents something and I don't like it the next morning. I became a great thinker. I want to write to you, but I don't know where and how to do it. Bye. Call me. And I promise you I won't get drunk.
I'm there almost every day
Hi, I'm number 2. I wrote to you yesterday, but it looks like the editor didn't release it. If you want to write to me, I have a registration in Favorite Games - in English. Nick, let's see Larra's bottom line. If you can't do it yourself, call the administrator on Skype, he will help you, I did. I will maintain the registration for another month. Another way "here" I do not remember. I'm there almost every day. I'll wait for you to call. I hope it reaches you
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Hi number 2. I'm not such an address specialist. My son left for Tarnovo yesterday. There are exams, but when he returns we will see your address and he will explain to me what he needs. I even have a Skype address, but I don't chat with anyone. I am not interested. When I speak, it is good for me to look the person in the eye and listen to him. I dare say that even in a photo I can guess what character a person has. That's why I'm angry. I look at the picture of the cripple and I can't find anything bad to swear at her. I need to write to someone. Bye.
Hello. I read your comment on the topic "I am Bulgarian and he is Turkish". In it you write that you want to change the environment, that is, without more contact with Turks - at least that's how I explain it. Maybe I'm wrong, I don't know. The exact address of the site is httt colon two slashes favorites dash gamec dot com - in English. Favorite games five point zero seven. You download the file, register, log in to your account, click "Find User" and you're done. If nothing else, at least you will play, you will be distracted, there are a lot of decent people on the site. As you decide.
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Hello. Don't look at what I write to people. If there are, for example, 3 people with the same problem, I will write differently to all three depending on how I feel about them. There are several people, especially one, they are not Turks, not only where I help them financially, but they go and spit on me in front of my wife. Big mess. I'm having a hard time recovering. To live with communists, former party secretaries connected with former officers and cops from an attack is hell for me. TODAY I AM WAITING FOR MY SON. He is from the student IMRO, but he has nothing against the decent Turks who care about Bulgaria. I do not know what to tell you. In our region, if you are not a Bulgarian, then you are a gypsy. But externally, I can't tell them apart. Last night I took out a Turkish monument. I am Bulgarianizing their monuments. Only by pulume - seca of course it is Turkish, but to return to the word. The deceased was a young boy of 18 years, white blond as a mannequin. I even felt sorry for his mother and father. And they are younger at 36 .... 37 years old. I do not want to write to you about pimps and swindlers who are not Bulgarians. I will be fine, but many people in my situation are suffering. Sometimes I think about what our country is like. Slavi Trifonov correctly sings
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I fell in love with a Turkish woman without a leg - but she dumped me! HELP. Interesting story! I'm also impressed by the comments and the rejoinders ... I think you're ugly about your beloved with this - the cripple ... don't you think you wouldn't love her if her soul was crippled and defiled? No one can escape what is happening to him, the heart chooses whom to love, not the eyes! So you really didn't do anything wrong and you didn't hurt anyone. There is always room in another heart for another love. I'd like to see exactly what you're doing. I like art of all kinds. My skype is conka_1. Find me and write to me that you - I fell in love with a Turkish woman - understand?
From the author: My wife reads everything. It is clear that I can no longer write what I think. But I will keep calling because my story has no end. I hope someone learns, I hope there are more comments. This is the real situation in which we live. A BLACK SATURDAY song says: Look around us and what you can see EARLY SUFFERING AND MISERE. I'm tired of reading how two graduates from neighboring offices see each other every day and can't understand why they love each other, and they can't understand each other, because someone was going to make a career, others needed personal space. ASSES. What can I say, as my love has caught up with the begging mafia. I will not say which city they are from, because they are very dangerous. They have big houses, they drive Mercedes, they call them goldsmiths, coppersmiths and they have their vessel MESHERE. If I go looking for my girl with them, even though she loves me, I'm sure he'll spit in my eyes. Every day I open my eyes and think about her first and I know that I will not leave her, because in spite of everyone I live somehow upside down and I do not even follow the advice of my people. HIS MOTHER IS PATIENCE. I will write to anyone who wants. I have addresses too. That's it for now. I will write my addresses by day two. BYE.
Gypsies, not Turks, have a mesher. You don't seem to differentiate between the two. I'm number 2. Besides, in Bulgaria everything is so mixed up that no one can claim what kind of ethnicity he is from. In the USA and Europe, this topic has not been relevant for a long time.
Hello! I came across this site by chance, but I was intrigued. I think everyone should live as they see fit, without disturbing others. I know people with very strange life stories (strange according to the general opinion, which we should not be interested in here!). I have a close friend who was raised by his grandmother (a lesbian) and his grandfather - she married him because she liked his bike. She has a rich porn collection at home, which her grandchildren secretly watch from her. This friend's father had serious relationships with 2 women at the same time. One of them was our friend and before she met the father she slept with her son. In your case - if she wanted to come and be with you - she would have done so by now. It is true that it is difficult to get out of the Kardarashi (this is what you call "goldsmiths") or the mesher. But she has made her choice - no matter if she is "crippled" - there is always a choice. You offered her another one and she went her own way. Let her go. A woman will not understand what is in her soul, even if she explains to you all day. And as I see it, you also need peace ... I hope your wife is understanding ... For what you say, your mayor, who steals from all of us, is more righteous than the beggars and prostitutes who earn their living ... Now I remember that I have a friend who has a physical disability at birth. I would never call him crippled. A very decent person who always helps everyone. He is from another country - he has already asked me several times to visit me to see me. We liked each other a lot when we met, but I don't know how my acquaintances will accept him, let alone my parents. I am a gypsy and unfortunately in our ethnic group the disabilities are accepted as a punishment by God and for the whole family of the disabled person. Abe ... is it life to describe it or to try to live it :)) P.P. I think I will pass here now ... Call me Chantal :))
BY THE AUTHOR Gray, Chantal. I haven't been in here in a long time, but your comment is just in time for you to complain that my story is being repeated for the umpteenth time. The old song begins to be sung aloud. I really let her go a year ago. In fact, she doesn't even ask me. He ran and hung up. I didn't call her, but I waited for my phone to ring every day. I waited for the phone to ring for St. George's Day, for my birthday, for her birthday, for Christmas, for the New Year. They didn't give me a loan. I couldn't buy a car, I didn't draw anything. A constant wait had overwhelmed me. Just when I had decided to make her as the goddess Flora of marble, a boy came and gave me a number and shouted at me: Aunt Sisa told you to call her immediately. That was now this year on February 14th. Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day. I called. I pretend to be a man. She wanted to hear me because some people wanted to take her out. I call and wait, don't you have money, where have you been so far, why didn't you call me, you promised me. She was in France for 10 months. She sat somewhere near the Eiffel Tower and earned 200 euros a day. I ask her if they had a crisis, she wonders. So this brazier where he promised to marry her and tore both the phone cards and the notebook with the numbers and left her without any money. And he calls me in France, I can't do it, I don't know the language, I don't know anything, he only allowed me to call my mother from a street phone. So he turned out to be married and was 17 years old. So Sisa fed them for 10 months. He calls me eating and drinking on my stomach with my money. You bought a bus, TVs, washing machines. And he did not give Sisa the net 1,300 euros. My Sisa, where she fucked me with a broken heart, calls me naked and barefoot. He will call me and I will write to you, but my phone is empty, send me a waltz. And it started. She apologized to me for 3 days, she always loved me. I have two phones with 1000 free minutes. And he didn't go anywhere, he refused everyone. He was very eager to retire due to illness. I called her every day at any time of the day. I went to see her five times in three and a half months. We were like a man and a woman. The first time he took me to his sister. It was the best. Since we haven't seen each other for 1 year, it wasn't hugs and kisses everywhere, and most importantly, no protection. I want to have a baby. Then he takes me to his brother 3 times. Now, twenty days ago, we slept with her third sister. She has 10 siblings. She met me and the others. He even showed me as her husband, even commanded me. She wouldn't let me drink, if I hadn't exposed her. Well, the empty money is not enough. Her brothers and sisters promised to raise money for her, but they did not give a single lev, and when they took her away, she ordered them all to look after their children. And Sisa began to open her mouth that she wanted to go out to make money. Being jealous of her for divorcing and marrying her. He calls me calmly, when I go out I will call you, I will not hang up my phone - I will call you to know my number. That's the promise so far. On the evening of May 28, I called her at eight o'clock, and at 11 o'clock she was no longer answering. She left. And the worst thing is that she told her mother not to give me her phone so that I wouldn't disturb her. WHEN SHE RETURNED, SHE WOULD FIND ME AND CALL ME. She said that the pimp had taken the pimp to the place where his whole family was, and it seemed that Sisa would feed them again. I doubt it will come again until the new year. However, her mother was very greedy. Sisa sends her euros and instead of collecting them she spends them. He doesn't care who he goes to bed with or who he gets up with. She sold it and left 20 leva. And my heart breaks. I am very jealous of her. I can't imagine that now it's her turn that catches her from her boss's family. And I made my most expensive monuments to have money to send her to support her and now my bills are unpaid, that the crisis seems to have caught me. and I don't know if I don't have orders how I will manage. Just imagining now how my Sisa and the others around her will live, how she will make money all day, give it to her boss in the evening and who knows, they have probably proposed marriage again and are drooling in my favorite places and I feel sick . Something tightened under my spoon and didn't let me go for 10 days. My wife knows that I only love Sisa. It is no longer my hobby but a disease. I can't control my emotions. She Sisa once had a Turkish character, the second time she was a Scorpio and did whatever she wanted. No children, no cats. When her sister called me that it would be like that: She would go out and come back to me. This situation does not suit me. So I have 2 decisions: 1 / Or to divorce and marry her. 2 / Or that Wherever she goes, I will be close to her This thing can happen, say, next year at the earliest. I'm very sad without Sisa. My birthday has not come yet, but where is the New Year. God help me. 1 / Or to divorce and marry her. 2 / Or that Wherever she goes, I will be close to her This thing can happen, say, next year at the earliest. I'm very sad without Sisa. My birthday has not come yet, but where is the New Year. God help me. 1 / Or to divorce and marry her. 2 / Or that Wherever she goes, I will be close to her This thing can happen, say, next year at the earliest. I'm very sad without Sisa. My birthday has not come yet, but where is the New Year. God help me.
Hello, Author! One question I have ... they are many, well, but ... how much lower can you fall ?? How do you feel about allowing a scoundrel to make fun of your feelings and underestimate your intellect? I'm romantic, I fall in love easily, I've made compromises with myself and my principles ... I'm artistic, but this, yours, is quite insulting, humiliating ... But at least you prove to the readers of your story that evil, which a man can cause himself, and his greatest enemy cannot cause it to him ..... And Sisa ??? Sing, sweetheart! H.G.
What were they ... don't deal with this one !! they raped her ......... to return to my beloved, well, she went with a guy and again she ate to leave them like that ...... but when I read how you express yourself to her, the cripple ... ahaha and you are not a flower to smell mixed story you are ....... my advice is do not bother!
When will you feel it leading you to the nose and the wallet? Take care of your wife and child, they are more worth spending on them.
I have a lot to say, but I will limit myself to 1, which is what resonates in my head the most of all this pathetic vomit: TAKE AN HIV TEST. Sunshine
This woman is gargling with you, bro