Who wants to be beautiful must suffer.
We ordered a large milkshake with a milk parlor. The boy with the pimples and let the white cap of the rebound tap the shaker to long run, so Charlotte's cup overflows. He has too much on her breasts in view instead of his equipment.
"Jesus," he shouts hoarsely. He picks up a cloth and overlaps the counter. He throws shooters glances around him, but his boss is in the sorting area behind boxes.
"Jesus, I'm sorry. I'll make a new one."
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
