
Tell me could it be, could it be, clould it be
Mack the Knife?
Well, it's not exactly Mack the Knife, it's just a voyeur (well, I don't know if is just one or more) that normally is in the men's bathroom in the Valencia North Station.
There is talk that there are voyeurs there, but normally, you don't believe it until you see them... well, that's what happened in my case XDD
So you know, boys. If you go to the men's bathroom of the Valencia North Station, maybe there will be a guy waiting to see your little dangling things :3
Bueno, no es exactamente Mack the Knife, es solamente un mirón (o quizás haya más de uno) que parece ser, suele haber en el cuarto de baño de los hombres en la estación del Norte de Valencia.
Hay fama de que en aquellos váteres hay mirones, pero uno no se lo acaba de creer hasta que le pasa a uno mismo... como en mi caso XDD (y a un amigo ya es la sengunda vez que le pasa)
Así que ya sabéis chicos, si por alguna de aquellas entráis al baño en la estación del Norte, es probable que haya un tipo esperando veros la minga :3
We told you look out, look out, look out old Macheath's back in town~
Mack the Knife -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRyDB4RWJdw
Mack the Knife?
Well, it's not exactly Mack the Knife, it's just a voyeur (well, I don't know if is just one or more) that normally is in the men's bathroom in the Valencia North Station.
There is talk that there are voyeurs there, but normally, you don't believe it until you see them... well, that's what happened in my case XDD
So you know, boys. If you go to the men's bathroom of the Valencia North Station, maybe there will be a guy waiting to see your little dangling things :3
Bueno, no es exactamente Mack the Knife, es solamente un mirón (o quizás haya más de uno) que parece ser, suele haber en el cuarto de baño de los hombres en la estación del Norte de Valencia.
Hay fama de que en aquellos váteres hay mirones, pero uno no se lo acaba de creer hasta que le pasa a uno mismo... como en mi caso XDD (y a un amigo ya es la sengunda vez que le pasa)
Así que ya sabéis chicos, si por alguna de aquellas entráis al baño en la estación del Norte, es probable que haya un tipo esperando veros la minga :3
We told you look out, look out, look out old Macheath's back in town~
Mack the Knife -> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRyDB4RWJdw
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No... I witnessed a naked, sopping wet, and soapy, Asian solider get beat for his cream cheese by an angry Spaniard screaming "I want the f^*ing cream cheese!"
And it happened while I had my pants down... No, seriously, that happened in a dormitory bathroom while I was using a toilet stall. And the Spaniard was looking for actual cream cheese, despite how gay he acted. He barged in on my friend's shower to get his room key to get into my friend's room to get at the cream cheese in his mini-fridge.
And it happened while I had my pants down... No, seriously, that happened in a dormitory bathroom while I was using a toilet stall. And the Spaniard was looking for actual cream cheese, despite how gay he acted. He barged in on my friend's shower to get his room key to get into my friend's room to get at the cream cheese in his mini-fridge.
Jajajaja, a mi amigo sí que se le acercó... yo tuve suerte y la vez que me pasó solamente se dedicó a mirar desde uno de los cuartitos XD
Allá en Madrid es que he visto cosas raras... Una vez que fui hace dos años, salimos por la noche yo y unos amigos y nos metimos en los baños de un pub rollo heavy to petao de gente. Entre un tipo que tenía detrás que se descojonaba vivo cuando yo maldecía en valenciano y otro con cara de yonki que estaba en los baños saludando a todos los que entraban e iba explicando que como arriba se aburría (el baño estaba en un sótano) pues se bajaba al baño para conocer a gente... yo alucinaba XDD
Allá en Madrid es que he visto cosas raras... Una vez que fui hace dos años, salimos por la noche yo y unos amigos y nos metimos en los baños de un pub rollo heavy to petao de gente. Entre un tipo que tenía detrás que se descojonaba vivo cuando yo maldecía en valenciano y otro con cara de yonki que estaba en los baños saludando a todos los que entraban e iba explicando que como arriba se aburría (el baño estaba en un sótano) pues se bajaba al baño para conocer a gente... yo alucinaba XDD
You read that right; there was a fellow who used to walk up to you while you were sitting, and get very close to you and talk. While he was talking, he would rock back and forth; and his fly was always opening up. So I would sit there, and suddenly I would hear this creepy person behind me rocking with his open fly right next to my face.
And you know, he reeked of rancid curry; not that you could tell in my room anyways. My roommate then was a "turf management" major. Yes, there was a college program in how to cut grass; and he became one with his major... the smell that he generated was beyond mere words to describe.
But, that was not my most awkward, creepy, and quasi-sexual experience in college: that goes to a fight in a bathroom room over cream cheese. And in my life; well, in High-School, after a gym class, I had just finished changing up in the locker room when suddenly a large group of naked and wet boy tackled me. They were playing soccer with the soap and the game spilled out of the shower when the soap skidded out near my feet; so they all rushed for it while I was in the way. Yep, that was strange and very awkward.
But, that was not my most awkward, creepy, and quasi-sexual experience in college: that goes to a fight in a bathroom room over cream cheese. And in my life; well, in High-School, after a gym class, I had just finished changing up in the locker room when suddenly a large group of naked and wet boy tackled me. They were playing soccer with the soap and the game spilled out of the shower when the soap skidded out near my feet; so they all rushed for it while I was in the way. Yep, that was strange and very awkward.
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