Alirón

- Whaddup kid!? - Whaddup bro!?

And the TV?

Fuck… Whoa, man. Sorry.

No pressure, man.

Hooray!

- How do you see the match? - Good. Easy, right?

If we get distracted, they’ll fuck us.

“Sex with your best friend”.

Fuck, man. I don’t know what’s wrong, but lately I get hard after I pee.

Right…

C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!!!

- Hey… don’t you wanna put your shirt on? - What?

The t-shirt. You’ll be more comfortable, right?

Fucking referee. Always the same.

Dude, the other day I was thinking:

If I had to choose between fucking whoever I wanted as many times as I wanted.

Or having like a romantic dinner with like… a happy ending with Messi…

I’d choose fucking whoever I wanted, but dinner with Messi would be close.

- I mean Messi… - Messi’s God.

- What are you doing? What are you touching? - You had some fluff.

Okey.

- I think… I think I’d better leave. - What? You’ve just arrived.

I know, but I don’t feel so good and…

Wait dude, wait. Look, it’ll pass if you drink some.

- Fuck! - Sorry.