Let's not toot our own bullhorn so quickly.Ukrainianlover wrote: ↑September 14th, 2020, 7:26 amEveryone tends to think of Canadians as nice and sweet and Saying sorry is what we are all about. Here’s a secret. We are all closet a$$holes up here. One thing I came back with and enjoyed it more then ever was adopting the Ukrainian mindset. When it comes to holding the doors in Ukraine. It’s none existent. Be prepared to have it slammed in your face. I absolutely loved that. It wasn’t shocking to me as I thought.,that’s just the way people are here. Also small talk doesn’t exist over there either. In Canada when we go up to the cashier or grocery store clerk. We ask how is their day going. In Ukraine if you ask that. You get..what’s your business. I love it. It’s real. Up here in Canada it’s fake and I’ve stopped being that way. The other day I was getting gas and the guy across from was filling up his vehicle as well. Ok..here comes the small chat. He said...beautiful day eh..and then asked me how’s she going. I looked at him and rolled my eyes and Ignored him and continued to fill up my car. It was great. Then when I went into the store to pay. A woman was going into the store behind me...Did I hold the door...hahaha..no way. I’m married already to a little rocket. I’m not looking for plus points these days. She gave me a dirty look once inside. I whispered social distancing and nodded my head and went on my merry way. I tried along time ago of being a easy going great guy but it just seemed like a waste. People are just to selfish these days to appreciate anything. So why not use my greatest assets of being an incredible jerk and bless the world of the way these morons act and treat them accordingly.
Alas *sigh* here's the proof:
1) So I had flown down to CR (Costa Rica) for the first time just 3 years ago because of how Westernized it is so I was turned off of it for a long time. I should have reverted to what my spidey senses were trying to tell me; it sucked except for the non-Tican pro's whom were selling "pizza by the slice" action downtown San Jose (CR). Ironically, on the south side of the American San Jose, ho's are selling "pizza by the slice" by that really popular cheap Mexican eatery out of a hotel. Some hot ho's, but it's America, folks; we all know how badly AW, pro and non-pro, have STDs like trichomoniasis, chlamydia, syphilis, etc. they got from their bad boy having hybristophilia and/or (not just "and" or "or") from their big-enough furbabies of zoophilia.
So much for the digression in the latter half of the prior paragraph there.
So I was in this hostel in San Jose CR, and the locals whom were guests at the hostel as well as the North American and German tourists were pretty chill. except this one sh!thead. Because I'm a rather paunchy yet statuesque kind of fellow, he deemed me to be a bully per defaltam. Since I sat in the TV room working remotely (I was gainfully employed on this U.S.-based employer-contract), he accused me of being a bully no matter how nicely I try to refute his b.s. claim. So he'd turn up the TV super loud, which was docked over my head in the TV room. He didn't even ask if he could use the TV (although entitled because it's open space for guests of the hostel, but etiquette should be something a Canadian,whom is a British commoner per defaltam, would and should know already. I reported him in Spanish downstairs to the staff, then he bellowed out at me that he's cool with the owner of the hostel, whom was a local Tica svelte in-shape middle-aged semi-attractive woman that was WASP/White-washed. He kept rubbing it in that because I'm American and he's not that the Tico police would side with him in that they don't consider Canadians Yankees unlike Americans are. Costa Rica had struck me as a pro-WASP country so I didn't take his head off. He left me seething with anger for weeks because it had taken everything inside of me not to fck him up; I hate being nice, and still being accused of something I had couldn't help.
2) Circa 2004 - 2007, I dated a Brazilian-Canadianized ex from the Indian Bazaar/almost Scarborough section of the Greater Toronto area. We had 3 and a half interesting years. Welp, she got preggers once and I kissed her a.ss just so she can have an abortion. I was a Liberal back then morphing into a Libertarian. News at 11.
The p.ussy was out of this world; she had W.A.P before it was coined as a song/acronym. I almost "put a ring on it" just on the strength of that alone...yes my pull-out game was weak in the knees like Three Times Dope.....that's how much I almost succumbed and dumbed to the p.ssy.
So I didn't get that glory hole of a snatch without any retribution: her feminist mouth (and she was offended that I called her one due to her attitude!!)
She would b!tch up a storm to the point my nerves were almost literally shot. There was nothing I could do correctly outside of the bedroom and I had to fvck her all day just to keep her nice and tranquil. One time I was trying to produce a song on my laptop, she sat 15 feet away nude playing with her p.ussy that was making Rice Krispies (tm) snap crackle popping noises...her p.ussy was that self-lubricated and never dry. I implored her that I was trying to finish a song...so she scoffed and then masturbated herself off.
If you had not put TL;DR in your mind, heart, body, and soul, then thank you for reading!!! =D