Sex and other Per(versions)- Bachelor party...

I bought a black suit, the tie is shit, plaid or striped, who goes to his own wedding with something like that, Jorge comes, who in a few minutes is the Richi, we only call him Richi when he has put a bottle in the middle, he comes with the news, then we leave for the capital, we have to see the women in the red house, everything is carefully prepared, the happy slutty models dance and smile at you, you can be fucking happy, but now we just wait four or five hours for a car to come to take us to the city, to the rancid smells and to death, in every cigarette butt in every one of these dogs lurks the fear, the uneasiness and we are already eager to stick our dick in any warm place, women also have that sexual need to feel (the) hard thing, not like us, we are more dale a la cosa, there a la cosa, la cosa, la cosa, la cosa, the thing, the thing, the thing fuiqui fuiqui fuiqui ah ah ahahhhahh and we are already wandering around the bar, by now Richi has already thrown up my suit and we are all in the sink of the bathroom of the place, we are all laughing at this poster that has two skinny drawings and says “toma pelá”, what the fuck is wrong with people today, they don't have enough education, or is it the culture, that, the culture that must be one of the capital sins, or already municipal, I was thinking about this book, well I don't remember the title, but very badly written the poor thing by the way, but it talks about the history, about when I returned to the place, what a hurry to publish it, in the end it will surely rot in the bookstore, well some officials put up with it, not the ones in this bar, they are already knocking on the door, why are we delaying, well because it's out of our balls, how do you like fat shit, the laughable thing is that when he comes out he's a little skinny guy, he's a little flabby and unbalanced, but you have the voice of a man bastard, where are the beautiful women, there he points with a little fear, picks up a small bucket and gives himself to his job, Richi protests for the ice creams that we have eaten before the party and have made him vomit, the truth is that this is one of our retaliations for the drink, and well when the show almost begins we are already eager for the dance private and how much that costs, depends on the number of girls, well give me three, tell me Richi what I smell, better not say, the logical thing is that you pay and I fuck, for something I get married ....