Here is just a short story of mine, experiencing Latvian girls this weekend. Me and my friend have visited the shopping centre "Spice" of Riga. Yes I know... Spice is a term for more different stuff this year... but here, the shopping center is called Spice. Strage! Anyway... we've heard on air there's happening kind of "apples festival". I love apples from that times when Eva gave one to Adam. They are in my sin blood according to Bible. They clean teeth better than any medicinal bubble gum.
The festival was sponsored by kind of European Union and by Latvian Agriculture ministry. Truly I imagined something more big. Something at least like in Germany maybe. Instead, there was only one big tent with about 30 (that's correct: thirty) sellers under it. Luckily there was a lot of apples, but not so many sorts presented. I've tasted two sorts: the first was called somwething like "Kovalenovskoje" (don't know what it means) - it presented purely red and very sweet apples; the other one was "candy", and it was really very delicious, sweet and sauce like a candy.
We've bought some very fresh apple juice in a very strange form plastic bottles (looking more attractive than Coca Cola I must say), after that we decided we need more Hennesy to mix with that juice. My friend tried to hook the girl selling some shit in a little wagon near the tent, her name was Simona, strange name for a Latvian girl, but she denied him. We were quite sad when we went to Spice for Hennessy, and when we finally found it out, the weather completely rained. Yes, shit happens in October in Riga. There is a lot of rain, it's kind of little London.
The was an ideal proportion between 100g of Hennessy and this apple juice, it gave my friend a power, and we went into Spice again to get warmer and look for chicks. We found two of them sitting in the kind of sofa somewhere in the middle on the second floor of this labyrinth shop. Near chicks, there was sitting a very strange man, which looked very identically to Solzhenitsyn. He read the old Soviet book about airplanes, most probably planning some attack.
I was not ready to catch chicks, because I looked like the guy from the country side, with two kilograms of apple candies and 1,5 L of apple juice bottle placed in two ugly plastic packets. However my friend tried to catch them, and they denied him again. I was looking at these chicks and wondering.
They were very young, probably 18-20 years old or even younger. It was not possible to get their age, because their faces were full with cosmetics. I don't even know how these things are called, but they make the pretty face really ugly. Both chicks were Latvians (not Russians or other nationality which you could meet), but while one of them was a pretty traditional Latvian blonde (rather "chemical" blonde than natural) dressed up in "everything black", the second one was looking more like an Asian one, having big sensual mouth and bold lips. I was wondering how many armies fucked Latvian women in the past.
The Asian was also dressed more colorfully and constantly looked into her phone. Seeing my friend is failed, I've got smiling. Really, they were too young and ugly even for us. Then I looked on the left and noticed both chicks are sitting in opposite to "Whiskas" advertisement. "Kisss, kisss, Kisss, kisss" then told I. The Asian one chick looked at me and since I was smiling, she smiled to me too. Then their Blonde mate looked at me, like she didn't hear the sound earlier and just following their mate. I've told them that they are sitting in opposite to cat's food and may be they are cats? I don't know if they understood me. Then my friend told them like "sorry him, he is drunk", at the time he was dulled by alcohol even more than me. We've had Hennesy a bit and finished it, then we got up to go, and I looked at these chicks again. "Eat more Whiskas" were my last words, and when their faces got a bewilderment, I've added: "It's for Diet!"
Truly, I've heard some women eat Whiskas for diet. All such women usually fuck good. But the age difference said my joke failed: those chicks were not laughing at all and didn't understand it. But at least we've got a lot of fun with them.
The same night my friend finally found some young chicks, both were about 17-18 years old, and he wake up with them in his own bed, but he didn't fuck them because he didn't like them. I was wondering again then why he hooked them. These young chicks drive us crazy. |
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