We brought the cantidad to Krautchan, ayy

te quiero mucho, uwuguayo

no one could say it better. unbelievable that a place called "taco" delivers something more like shit.

 

Real tacos here.

My first girlfriend was in kindergarten... our mothers were friends, Edith always joked that I would be her daughter's husband. For as long as I can remember, Irma was by my side, as my playmate, over the years we were close friends and by the time I was 16, in high school, we started dating.

 

Irma was my first everything, I will always remember her with all my affection. She passed away the following year due to a stroke right after her 17th birthday. My parents died a few months later, in a car accident. Despite the grief of mourning their loss, her mother has always supported me and been there for me, thanks to her I am what I am today.

 

The affection I feel for her is very peculiar, I love and appreciate her with every ounce of my being, I admire her, as we do not share blood and she is the only woman who has been with me in all the stages of my life, but I do not know how I feel about it.... I can't even remember my mother's face.

 

It will be more than a decade ago, I love her a lot because she has been able to advise me, she attended my graduation ceremony... she played the role of my mother for my wedding.

 

I remember, I still remember, how I hated to breathe... how much I wished I was gone too... added to the grief, the academic and financial problems, and I reflected; if I am carrying so much, I can't imagine her... with her life and now carrying mine. I felt like a good-for-nothing. Every night I drowned my feelings, the sobs turned to choked cries and these to despair. I don't know if she sensed or was well aware of my state of mind. In the darkness of the night she suddenly entered, witnessed how I screamed into the pillow and drowned my lament in a futile attempt to await silence, she sat to one side, put her palm on my back, I turned looking for her gaze and found empty and taciturn eyes, she lay down next to me and whispered a song in my ear: "Y sin embargo, sigues unido a mí existencia y si vivo cien años,

cien años pienso en ti" while her arm comforted me and her leg embraced mine. ... his voice was slowing down and getting sweeter. I understood that I was not alone, that I had someone for whom I could not give up. That night I was aware of memento mori, that at some point I will have to take care of Edith as she has been taking care of me since almost always.

 

My wife is not very happy about my relationship with Edith, as I have told her all about it. Unfortunately she knows me... She knows the answer if she gives me a choice.

Most of latinoamericanos have Inca blood because they were imperial natives that conquered almost all South America, here in Colombia actually we have "morochos" that mean that you have white skin with natural black hair for the heritage.

they look demonic i don't like it sorry

It's quite similar, it's easy to get the gist of what somebody is saying. I suppose it's like Russian and Ukrainian.

I've never been to KhC to be honest.

muslim meat

very german as I said

Fuck ukraine and russia

Wtf does Zeta even mean? Why are they called like that? I thought they called each other anon?

yeah man

 

Do you Hans Kundt? He helped us in the war of Chaco against Paraguay. He us a fucking legend here.