Hey if this is /pol/ now it works both ways;
Just imagine it. Your great great balkan grandmother, spread out on the barn of a forsaken shitty slavic balkan town. An Ottoman officer arrives to inspect the town-- when he decides that while he's there, he wants to enjoy some fine slavic peasant whores. His hands on his waist, he orders your ancestor to spread her ugly outie slavic cunt wide. Your great great grandmother complies and finally realizes that somehow... she is eager. She's scared yes... because she can hear her cuck husband crying back in the house (he obviously is a coward since he's a slav). But although she is scared, she also has this weird sensation of excitement foaming up within her soul. It's as if she is ashamed but eager, wanting of the strange new sensation that's about to enter her very being. The Ottoman Turkish officer, obviously a purposeful Turcoman leader of men-- from Ankara, unclasps his belt, and drops his breeches. There it is. We see sight of it. A massive, glorious, staggering 9 inch girth circumcised penis, pulsing with energy. Your great grandmother gasps, she bites her lip, she closes her eyes, and just like that as the penis touches her labie, an electric shock makes her delve into a land of pleasure and feelings she has never felt with a puny balkan man. Inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, the Turkish masterrace fits inside you great great grandmother. It has only been 20 seconds, but your ancestor is already shuddering with a boiling orgasm roiling up like a thunderous explosion within her loins. Its a forest blaze of ecstasy. And at this moment she begins crying. She cries due to one reason... Why didn't she get taken by this Turk earlier? She is now disgusted with herself by ever being coupled with the puny Bulgarian man at all. She begins chanting, like some occult freak, in Bulgarian. She chants with every short breath to the Turkish officer.
"Come. Come. Come. Come."
and thats how balkanshit's race came to be...
