Esteban Huge Hands

Look at his hands. Huge hands. And no, those are not hands of a worker. He have never, ever worked in his life. I'll be honest with you, compa. Esteban received this heritage like one year ago. I even think he killed his parents, and I'll tell you why: he was about to end school, and he had to keep studying at the Uni, but the thing is, he does not really like anything in particular, because everything he may pick, would end up making him work. He's allergic to work, this fucker. He have never even washed a dish. He just picked a clean one from the cabinet shelves. Now, all of a sudden, he gets this GIGANTIC heritage. Lots of hectares of countryside, filled with cows. What do you think he did? He dressed up as a gaucho and started attending to his new countryside. C'mon, man. What a son of a bitch. His folks were fucking healthy, not a drop of alcohol or cigs. They were physically active. So fucking healthy, and, from one day to another, they expired. While sleeping. Both of them. That's convenient, right? But, we all know what really happened. So well, there you see the dirtiest, most parasitic human being in the entire earth. Esteban Huge Hands. I thinks that those hands grew so large because he wanked a lot. And hard. Like he squeezed his Johnson so much back in the day that he grew muscles in his muscles. That's why his hands are huge. Now, a thing to highlight: did you ever questioned, who the fuck is the one who writes all this stuff and, most important, who KNOWS this stuff? You know the answer, my man. I'm your priest, your father. The ethereal, the baddest motherfucker alive. I will have to say my name because I'll never know if you know, despite of being obvious. I'm Pomelo. There are some exceptions. But in the 99% of the cases, it's Pom who talks to you. So well, you learned two things. About caretas, and about me.