Brooklyn Formello Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bologna

Alright, listen up, you degenerates—sex-dating’s a freakin’ minefield. Everybody lies, right? Just like in *Zero Dark Thirty*, you’re huntin’ for somethin’—truth, a hookup, whatever—but it’s all buried under layers of crap. I mean, swipin’ on apps, it’s like interrogatin’ a suspect. “Enhanced interrogation,” my ass—half these profiles are fake as hell. Dudes sayin’ they’re 6’2” when they’re barely 5’9” in lifts. Chicks postin’ pics from 2015, pre-kids, pre-20 pounds. Everybody’s playin’ a game, and I’m over here like, “We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

The Orc and the Innkeeper

Sex with a partner is like dancing: the more you practice, the smoother it goes. If you start out dating long-distance, it takes much longer to.

Anyway, I keep walking, and I hit up the Piazza San Lorenzo. It’s beautiful, right? But today, it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I can’t even breathe. I’m trying to enjoy the view of the church, but all I can hear is this kid screaming. I mean, come on! Chill out, kid!

Rome: Formello farmers alarmed by bovine tuberculosis, ten animals slaughtered