Aceasta este povestea unui chelios foarte dragut, pasionat de viata de noapte Bucuresteana si de femeile care o coloreaza…
“The first time i arrived in
I met lots and lots of nice girls. Good looking, well dressed, available….heaven.
Only one thing stayed between me and complete Romanian happiness: my phone.
I was telling my friends: I guess it’s something wrong with this fucking phone, nobody can call me from
My father overheard the discussion and told me:
- Son, it’s time for a serious father-son conversation. It is clear for me that you have no clue about life in
- On purpose father??? Why would they do such a thing to me?
- That fake Louis Vuitton bag fooled you? Come on, it is important for Romanian girls not to spend money on the phone bill. Were you trying to answer promptly? Biiiig mistake!!!!!!!! This means lack of education, my dear son. DO NOT ANSWER THE PHONE. EVER! Hang up and call them back if you want some action.”
Since this lesson, my love life improved dramatically.
Lesson number two: buy a Mercedes”