Hihi21
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My dad called me, told me if I was going to eat anything today? Told him my mom is planning on buying pizza for dinner (again) and he told me he’d take care of it.
We (me and my brother) arrived to his deli of choice, where he gets drunk and it was packed with beaners. We had to scurry our way to the back where we met our dad sitting in a table with two Latina milfs. And there he goes again, I can only imagine he called me on speaker just to impress those foids he takes care of children or something
Anyways, we make our way towards him and he got up and smiled, got close to me and put his hands around my back. I smile back, play it cool, and also greet the ladies.
They were like “wowww the son is very tall” as usual, me height mogging my people. And i look around and I see these two fatass beaners my age looking at me, eyes filled with envy and I could only imagine them thinking I’ve won the genetic height lottery (I did) as I towered over my 5’3 dad and brother.
We walked back outside the Deli, but not before my dad introduced me to everybody he knows in the deli. Sort of like an achievement, “Hey! Look at me, my son is 6’3 and he height mogs all of you guys to Mexico” as I imagine.
He’s drunk, slurring his words a bit, but was still able to remind me that I have work with him tomorrow as he gives me 11 dollars to buy pizza.
And with that I used to repeat my cycle of goyslop
We (me and my brother) arrived to his deli of choice, where he gets drunk and it was packed with beaners. We had to scurry our way to the back where we met our dad sitting in a table with two Latina milfs. And there he goes again, I can only imagine he called me on speaker just to impress those foids he takes care of children or something
Anyways, we make our way towards him and he got up and smiled, got close to me and put his hands around my back. I smile back, play it cool, and also greet the ladies.
They were like “wowww the son is very tall” as usual, me height mogging my people. And i look around and I see these two fatass beaners my age looking at me, eyes filled with envy and I could only imagine them thinking I’ve won the genetic height lottery (I did) as I towered over my 5’3 dad and brother.
We walked back outside the Deli, but not before my dad introduced me to everybody he knows in the deli. Sort of like an achievement, “Hey! Look at me, my son is 6’3 and he height mogs all of you guys to Mexico” as I imagine.
He’s drunk, slurring his words a bit, but was still able to remind me that I have work with him tomorrow as he gives me 11 dollars to buy pizza.
And with that I used to repeat my cycle of goyslop
