Insert tits here.

Haha. Uhm, yeah, storytelling time again. So, as I pretty much enjoyed the game between Spain and Russia – I can’t remember exactly but I think Fabregas scored one – I decided to convince my craziest bitch to make a “girls gone boys night” =) [yeah, that's the lamest combination I ever heard too, but it kinda gets the point of our night]. So we got comfy, we sat on the couch, hit the button on the remote and turned that plasma on so we could enjoy the game on a five star level. We added two packs of cigarettes and beer, long, large pants, stained t-shirts and pulled back hairdo’s. As a plus, we painted our faces with something like war-paint in the colors of Spain and we jumped on the sofa. The game was starting. For about [insert how many minutes passed before Fernando netted Germany's goalkeeper] we screamed and shouted, we cursed and we scratched our crotch and we acted like total pigs. The masculine form. The moment Fernando got his moment, we started jumping around and flashed her neighbours. When we came back, they were just showing a close-up of Fernando so I [insert a beep here] practically glued my tits to the screen and rubbed them virtually on his face. It was love at first touch. All night I kept dreaming about how hot he was and how masculine and… Chax was humping Sergio in her mind right next to me. That was the night we decided to become WAGs. Or at least to ride those two studs…