elnois

I met a sailor last night. I thought he was a prick, then I changed my mind when he started talking some sense about politics, then he proved that he was a prick when he told me that when he lived in Africa, he used to have sex with the village women in exchange for underwear he stole out of the aid boxes sent from Europe. He then asked me if I wanted to get a room with him for a 'good time'; so I told him I had enough underwear and left. In conclusion, he is a complete prick. Another strange day in Martinique.