fabilus
when you hit a 4-way with two hispanics and a guy then hurl in your pants and talk to yourself in the mirror like you’re the Pope before going to church at sunrise.
I hit a 4-way with two tacos and a guy who smelled like a wet sock. I puked in my pants and told the mirror I was the Pope.
After a 4-way with two guys who looked like my cousins and a man who talked like a goat, I hurled in my pants and told the mirror I was a saint.
I had a 4-way with two hot hispanics and a man who had a beard like a lion. I threw up in my pants and told the mirror I was the messiah.