saint. We stopped the horror (the horrooor) producing lipotímico see a friend talking about shooting stars delusions ("I want to see Fito"). I changed my skin every week, but Truman orders and Wilkinson just all Charlies / senseless / agents, but still (and you'll laugh) not all vampires. Cheyenne, here ... no maai Quiss aaaas. We walked out of the fleece. TQA and many missed opportunities (not by us, of course). Although we do not have to share pit, I got to know what was the Candon. Thousands of trippys plan from Europe to Chiclana through Perpignan. We witnessed the attack by a seagull (¿?), and off we went Saabi Kapital. We believed in the chaos (thank goodness) and confuse the kind of Nala. Now is di
ferent. A Moraíto, although somewhat deteriorated, I still love as a child. Today we do a serious job, and certainly know that one day leave without energy the universe (I confess that I learned very well the theory) ... and no. All of us down and I am lacking in sugar.
I wish you luck, because we Sobraos faith. Pisss brodaa.
All this does not mean that you are a traitor, because since we had the idea of frikiwiken've been single, then married and given us time to escape back to monogamy (because I escaped, is not it, right? !).
All this to say nothing of (barely remember) painkillers, pulling level 5 and "Danger on the savannah." Many years ago. Ever
aired a stone that has fallen babeada? CHTMLVaal XC, I reduce it.
"Oh, oh, oh, wait. Eating her pussy a fox or a foot massage is not the same fucking thing.
"It is not, but the same game.
"Nor is the same fucking game. Hey, maybe your method of massage is not like mine, but to touch the feet of his wife or give you licks in your sacred hole is not the same game, understand? Not the same league, not even the same sport. A foot massage does not mean a damn. - Have you done a lot of foot massage?
"I do not talk to me about foot massages, I'm the fucking master of the feet.
- Have you done a lot?
"Hell, yes. Perfected my technique so I just do tickling.
- Would you mind massaging the feeta man? Pulp Fiction
afternoon, evening and night from 26 to 27 was my graduation. I presented with Lemu. I wore a black shirt of my father. The rest, though it was carefully chosen, there was nothing I could have put any other day. There was some excitement about what possessed me to wear, but do not think anyone is surprised. By the way, Toño, I got your socks Cork Republicans. I thought the vast majority of the girls became less attractive makeup, dresses and Prom Night heels. As Lemu and me thought we'd be more nervous, but just saying more postpartum. Fortunately, the sound system of my beloved school leaves much to be ofsear. When he finished there were people who congratulated us. We came out better than we expected.
Here we see presented. The one who sits and laughs (a laugh a bit false because there is no photo that does not come out laughing and was not all that funny) is the director. We got a little bit with him and the length of his little speech. The orange is Lemuel.
Then we went to the far Salons Venice. First the best of the night: canapés. After steak dinner ("What liter larger. I have seen two liters smaller than this.") And at least three hours of reggaeton, in my case only to discourage the use of the open bar. "I remember those days when DJ's were paid for playing music." Well, I lieddo. The best were the liters of Fanta. Even the reggaetonto delivered them from our thirst for gas with doubtful sugars and orange flavor, but equally delicious.
This is there, but outside. Neo Care.
A bus then took us Valdepasillas. After searching for hours to enter any premises to stop male persons under 22 years (well known is that every girl of 17 who is good looks 22 years or more, or so as the gatekeepers) we went to the garage of Toño grandparents with him and three friends. I was bored. The earlier plan was to do with your computer geek and I with the three girls get along so well as a lot of fun out of school, but overall I enjoyed it. CHTM(We had no way of feeding). The nights were spent at home by that of the cold. Despite every effort on 22 dawned ex bird. I do not know if the temperature, hunger or disease, Luisito (as he had baptized me, but I think it was female) had died.
Today I weep for the souls of those who do not accept us. Today
cry because we are different. Because
dock imperatively implies
sail again.
(...)
For the broken hearted.
For lost shoes on the road.
(...)
do not mean anything except be me
and know that I am. Because
seek the intrinsic beauty of each item. Because
try to find it, you know?
(...) And while
sonrío, you know? Because I admit without seeking qualification.
Because with negligible power move my feet. Because
move.
Because I can and I repent. Today I weep-Magnatiz
I had not be happy as long. Without school, with very good friends (he also recovered as two friends who had chilled) and coming from a distance with a girl I do not deserve. And progress because, after this long period theory (add more than six months) to detect defects and to build ideas (most of which reflected left here), I still get rid of them, put them into practice.
For example, the liberal nature of my relationship with Marta is proving possible as has happenedwhich to me would be the most difficult to tolerate: it has tied up with another. Putting my principles to achieve the same impulses that dominated before me, in this case jealousy, I returned optimism. Thanks.
I can get, so just give me time. I'm in the path.-Doshermanos
There are some things that have happened for which I have no conclusions yet and therefore not get here yet. I preferred not to change the post. Take care, guys.
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