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MegaOscarPwn
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@ayzrules Yo holy shit, Maria's a hard egg to crack.
But she can't resist the Hispanic moves of Óscar.
OLÉ OLÉ PAELLA COCIDO
But she can't resist the Hispanic moves of Óscar.
OLÉ OLÉ PAELLA COCIDO
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40 degrees celsius here in Spain in summer.
You literally die in the city.
I died once.
Well, no, but almost.
Well, not exactly, but it was really hot.
40 degrees celsius here in Spain in summer.
You literally die in the city.
I died once.
Well, no, but almost.
Well, not exactly, but it was really hot.
@Tsar Gatto
Óscar came like, a month ago maybe? He has been doing some jobs around, so he knows both of the families and some people in restaurants and the usual dining places.
Óscar came like, a month ago maybe? He has been doing some jobs around, so he knows both of the families and some people in restaurants and the usual dining places.
Óscar laughed at the Frenchman, shaking his head "Hey pal, I think we're supposed t-Oh come on!" he stopped talking just as he saw the Russian female follow the "Franchute" with a jog, turning his head to the Captain as he moved his hands to them and then to the mounting, repeatedly "A-Are we supposed to begin now? You won't even tell us when?" The Spaniard then rolled his eyes and sighed, starting to jog at a moderately good speed, slowly catching up to the Russian female "Я догоняю!". He hated when guys took advantage of the situation, like, "Oh look at me, I'm going to be the first one to start because the Captain hasn't said anything, bah bah bah..." Agh, hijo de puta.
Just as he started jogging, he gave a pat to the Captain's shoulder as he went over him, turning his head slightly again and looking at the two siblings, winking at them as he "shot" at them with his hands, before going back to the race and literally going pale as he saw the mountain. He had gone up there a bunch of times, but for fuck's sake, now they had to beat the Cap's record, which was better than an Olympic athlete. The heat started to punch in, and even though he had lived in hot countries for most of his life, he still was affected by it. Óscar moved his hand to his trousers' back pocket, taking out a medium sized bottle water and opening it as the liquid from inside of it started to gravitate around his head, closing his eyes for a second before he sighed in relief: Now he had a ring of cold water around his neck and head, keeping him cooled down.
This wasn't so bad. He had free air conditioner, a good walk around the mountainside...although he had to admit that the place was pretty, really pretty. Óscar wasn't thinking about the women in the camp, at least not now, he meant the small amount of nature that surrounded the barracks and the base in general. He was used to nature by this point, but everything used to be dry and orange. And now, everything was alive, it was all green, almost as if mother nature herself gifted this gorgeous scenery to the camp itself, just to satisfy it's desires. He then looked up to the top of the Currahee and forgot everything he just said: He was fucked. "Me cago en Dios..."
Just as he started jogging, he gave a pat to the Captain's shoulder as he went over him, turning his head slightly again and looking at the two siblings, winking at them as he "shot" at them with his hands, before going back to the race and literally going pale as he saw the mountain. He had gone up there a bunch of times, but for fuck's sake, now they had to beat the Cap's record, which was better than an Olympic athlete. The heat started to punch in, and even though he had lived in hot countries for most of his life, he still was affected by it. Óscar moved his hand to his trousers' back pocket, taking out a medium sized bottle water and opening it as the liquid from inside of it started to gravitate around his head, closing his eyes for a second before he sighed in relief: Now he had a ring of cold water around his neck and head, keeping him cooled down.
This wasn't so bad. He had free air conditioner, a good walk around the mountainside...although he had to admit that the place was pretty, really pretty. Óscar wasn't thinking about the women in the camp, at least not now, he meant the small amount of nature that surrounded the barracks and the base in general. He was used to nature by this point, but everything used to be dry and orange. And now, everything was alive, it was all green, almost as if mother nature herself gifted this gorgeous scenery to the camp itself, just to satisfy it's desires. He then looked up to the top of the Currahee and forgot everything he just said: He was fucked. "Me cago en Dios..."
@KaiserElectric Actually, Óscar knows Russian.
Not like he's the best at it, but he can easily understand Zhanna. :^)
Not like he's the best at it, but he can easily understand Zhanna. :^)
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