Greengo wrote:
take the Nicabus to the nicaborder..mid week during the day. .. one can sit or lay down in the back....get off and go thru imm...a tout will shuttle you thru for 5 bucks..walk across ..on the left will be a parking area...you can pay as much as you want for a cab..but 12 bucks or so will get you to san juan del sur....or you can take the bus in for jackpotty..rooms from 3 to 250 up the hill at bird eyes..with comfotable accomodations being 15 to 40 ...nice beach ...plenty of eurotrash girls... a great island with shuttle boat for 3 bucks..surfing..a fishermans dock..buy a lobster or big snapper and have one of the myriad grilling outside their home cook it for you? ive done the whole thing for 35 bucks all in...bang wang knows the drill 
have breakfast in the mercado cheap...and check out the euroscum german/scandanavian/ u.s mega ankle cowchicas who still have so much morning twat venom on their face they look like a tribe of cannibal glazed doughnuts shoveling in cousin pancake and aunt muffin with nary an ode... 
last time i stayed there the girl who showed me to my room asked if i wanted the optional 5 buck a c....just kept walking around fluffing stuff until i bent her over and did my wurst..bbj..poopchute..extended biting..tit wringing ..ass slapping ..shes fisting her friend at three am..people are waking up and turning on their radios to drown out the moaning..pleading..no ventilation or ac....my bud comes back hungover at 4 or so from his teacherfuck..opens the door and pukes as the smell hits him..,,putting the skids (npi )on my rimmer bj dupla.. as gorda joins in with a nice chunky geyser..her friend jumps up and slips in it...blangs her head on the wash basin...theres blood ..puke... and the beginnings of an aching mescal infused slowmo acceleration through distorted visions of twisted childhood sexual apparitions...and into the not so gentle surrender of the clutching twittering tangle of the curious repulsing flickering countenance of financial and criminal culpability
have breakfast in the mercado cheap...and check out the euroscum german/scandanavian/ u.s mega ankle cowchicas who still have so much morning twat venom on their face they look like a tribe of cannibal glazed doughnuts shoveling in cousin pancake and aunt muffin with nary an ode... last time i stayed there the girl who showed me to my room asked if i wanted the optional 5 buck a c....just kept walking around fluffing stuff until i bent her over and did my wurst..bbj..poopchute..extended biting..tit wringing ..ass slapping ..shes fisting her friend at three am..people are waking up and turning on their radios to drown out the moaning..pleading..no ventilation or ac....my bud comes back hungover at 4 or so from his teacherfuck..opens the door and pukes as the smell hits him..,,putting the skids (npi )on my rimmer bj dupla.. as gorda joins in with a nice chunky geyser..her friend jumps up and slips in it...blangs her head on the wash basin...theres blood ..puke... and the beginnings of an aching mescal infused slowmo acceleration through distorted visions of twisted childhood sexual apparitions...and into the not so gentle surrender of the clutching twittering tangle of the curious repulsing flickering countenance of financial and criminal culpability Now here's a guy who knows how to have a good time, whatever opportunity presents itself. My sombrero's off to you, Greengo.