5BrothersFabrication
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I love a good story, so let's hear 'em! I'll start-
So in the Army, we do a NATO excercise in Poland. SGM tells us right off the bat: "No bars, no whorehouses." That just let us know there is a whorehouse in town. So we find said whorehouse, I get this hot little number named Olga (and I don't like little chicks, so that says alot) nailed her 3 nights in a row for 80 zloty ($20), some of the best I've ever had. All three nights I felt the rubber bust when I busted. She doesn't speak English, so I tried to find a common language. Asked her if she spoke German (in German), French, and Spanish. By now this chick thinks I'm James Bond. No luck, but I found a whore who spoke English, had her thank her for the best sex ever. Left and never seen her again. However, the next October, I went to Kuwait, my buddy wentto Poland again for the NATO excercise. He goes to town for a Calzone (riiiiiiight....) and spots Olga in town pushing a pretty fresh baby in a stroller. Over the course of a year she managed to pick up a little English, and starts asking Adam where his soldier friend was, all the while pointing at the baby.
So.... I might have a son in Poland. If it's true, he'll be 14 in July.
So in the Army, we do a NATO excercise in Poland. SGM tells us right off the bat: "No bars, no whorehouses." That just let us know there is a whorehouse in town. So we find said whorehouse, I get this hot little number named Olga (and I don't like little chicks, so that says alot) nailed her 3 nights in a row for 80 zloty ($20), some of the best I've ever had. All three nights I felt the rubber bust when I busted. She doesn't speak English, so I tried to find a common language. Asked her if she spoke German (in German), French, and Spanish. By now this chick thinks I'm James Bond. No luck, but I found a whore who spoke English, had her thank her for the best sex ever. Left and never seen her again. However, the next October, I went to Kuwait, my buddy wentto Poland again for the NATO excercise. He goes to town for a Calzone (riiiiiiight....) and spots Olga in town pushing a pretty fresh baby in a stroller. Over the course of a year she managed to pick up a little English, and starts asking Adam where his soldier friend was, all the while pointing at the baby.
So.... I might have a son in Poland. If it's true, he'll be 14 in July.