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I wear size 2 boots. The US Army doesn't keep size 2 in surplus, thus I must have my boots custom made. I have one pair of boots. Tomorrow we are jumping in a pool, Army boots DO NOT dry fast. Therefore, I don't do PT tomorrow.
*Shibby.* So glad. I typed up a friend's essay since I have free time, which is awesome, because he totally came over and banged me. Now, tomorrow I hope it all happens again for me writing, well finishing, his essay. :-)
Well, I am not shy, so let me put it all out there... never in my life was I able to achieve un orgasmo hasta encontré este frijolero. Un orgasmo has nothing to do con el tamaño de una pija, but it's everything he does. Anyone can climb on top and have a random go, but it takes a caballero to know what he is doing and help you get one... or six before he does. :-)
I am off to bed. :-)
Oh, I mustn't leave you all hanging. To the left
is a photo from the Army Ball. You get one. In the photo is Pv2 York and I. York is Chilean. I didn't think I was going to have a good time, and I thought I would miss
my frijolero while I was there. But actually, it turned out to be a pimpin' good time. I got completely blitzed. A Boricua in my platoon bought me a couple
Heinekens (my all time favorite beer because
the Netherlands are right next to Germany!) , I had a couple Kahlúa's and milk, I had a malibu and coke, but by time I got back
to my room, everything caught up to me, so sadly I don't remember what happened between mi frijolero y yo. Enjoy!
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