Prank

I fell in love with a very beautiful girl and she reciprocated surprisingly quickly. Friends all, as one, claimed that she was still a b…. and a bitch, but I did not believe.

Everything was perfect. I didn’t even dream of such a c.. c and I swam…

In short, she asked me to get a tattoo with her name on the “male pride”. As a sign that I really love her. So I did.
A tattoo named Arina. Something like this
And when I came to her and she was convinced that the tattoo was done, she laughed at me and said: “Well, that’s it. I branded another idiot.”

As it turned out later, I was already the fourth in our company. Well, yes! I’m an idiot. But can my friends be called that now? And even though they say they warned me, they didn’t reveal the real reason.

I don’t know what is more painful to endure. Her betrayal or theirs… I don’t even know what to call it.

But that’s not all. I decided to bring out the tattoo while it has not yet become familiar to anyone. The tattoo artist dissuaded me, but I insisted.

Finale: I’m in the hospital right now. Raskoryachen – like a dissected frog. An infection was introduced and the genitals became the size of a basketball. I don’t know how all this will end. Maybe I’ll drop my hooves altogether.

One thing calms you down: This creature has one less branded!