Latvia had such life he had just foreclosed his potato and sold his daughter for some Rubble he didn't have enough for potato but he had enough for black coffee to help him
Mine coal. So Latvia started off to the coffee shop he saw It and though "it has been many year since I could into coffee" and he walked into "Zimbabwe's Java" it smelled like saw dust but that was okay Latvia was used to it and most all vulgar smells and there she was. she was a bomb shell, morocco... Latvia thought to himself "Do I make standings of a chance?! No..." "ESCUSE ME WHAT WOULD YUO LIEK SUR?!" Latvia had day dreamed so long about her that he forgot it was his turn in line "Ehh Id like the black roastings plox." Latvia said, then morocco said "I really likings that too" she took a sharpee and scrawed "Latvia" and something else on the cup and gave it to Latvia, Latvia took it and say down.... That other something's was a phone number not just any phone number. Morrocos phone number. He then thought "Latvia can into chance!"
