Thursday, December 27, 2007

What Is Nelsons Syndrome

TITLE: E TRA UN PO 'AND' NEW YEAR ... A year

So, who is a single piece of good wishes for the evening last. And 'long but not bad, obviously not all of my meal. In fact, my meal there is too little, just where needed.

THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP IN THE WOMEN'S SEXUAL
She arrives at his house with just 45 minutes late, amply justified the choice of dress.
He gets in a tuxedo, soft music, soft lighting coming from scented candles, a huge bunch of red roses that offers course to its knees. She smiles
satisfied and accepts the floral tribute.
At the table, dinner prepared by him: swordfish carpaccio, thin noodles with white truffle, grilled lobster and champagne. All in perfectly sized portions for her diet. After dinner, gift: diamond ring inside the glass of champagne while offering that accompanies it in the living room by the fireplace. Accepts with a smile. Turn on the system, spreading to the house his favorite song. Slow dance close to his chest broad, warm and fragrant in spite of the afternoon spent in the kitchen. Love poem written specially for the occasion, whispered in his ear. Lips that touch e poi finalmente si incontrano in una passione senza fine. Le mani di lui, mantenute perfettamente da una sessione di manicure, che scorrono gentili sul corpo di lei. Abbandono tra le sue forti braccia. Lui che la solleva e la porta, sempre guardandola negli occhi, in camera, dove li aspetta un enorme letto a baldacchino bianco con cuscini dappertutto. La spoglia lentamente con baci leggeri su tutto il corpo e l'adagia dolcemente sui cuscini. Lui si spoglia lentamente come uno dei Chippendales, il corpo statuario di lui che scivola sul corpo di lei e si sofferma con la bocca nella sua intimità.
Lei raggiunge l'apice del piacere almeno un paio di volte, cercando di trattenere le sue sedate voglie. Piatto forte: la sua perfetta virilità la riempie; lei relaxed, he does all the work, with gentleness and skill. She reaches several orgasms, waiting for him to come only when she can not anymore. When he sees that she is satisfied with its due can be orgasmic to him who fills her with compliments. Do you feel as beautiful as an angel and a fiery hell. He lies down beside her and began a practice of pampering, scratch card and basins that continue even during sleep with her. Deep sleep as a child, the morning after breakfast in bed.

SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP IN THE PERFECT MAN
Arrive in her house, opens the door dressed in black lace, bra (fourth volume), garters. Of course, no pants. You put on all fours and goes directly into the bedroom meowing. After meow for a while 'licks his lips and opens his mouth inviting. Excalibur out of the sheath, as always lethal. Volunteer "oooh" of her torn between admiration and fear: "Oh what a fool!. I'll be there all that?" Bars
Bolognese, mugolone than 10 minutes without breathing, she takes it with her hands and put them on his head begging to be used; squassante first orgasm of her, without any physical contact. Just his presence.
snap of his fingers and she stood up instantly.
Other pop: the (few) of her clothes fall to the ground. Before penetration: he stands and if the charge on him. She opens her eyes wide in disbelief so much manhood. He holds his arms for a quarter and three quarters with the peg. Took 18 minutes to provide abundant, during which he carries around the house and looks around, just to settle in a bit '. Choose a couple of CDs and asks her to put them in the player because with her boobs in front of us just do not get. Change
position: doggie 25 minutes, with her elbows on the table. Dishes and glasses falling to the ground. She has an orgasm every 30-40 seconds, howling around the building to confirm that the virility of male real Latin. On the contrary: this male Latin, others do not you put your hand on fire.
Change Location: earth missionary style and variant acrobatic combos for a total of 23 minutes. She ulna fracture against a cabinet but has so much that no one notices.
Another change: damping candle for 36 minutes. She screams, you feel like never before owned and begs her to continue. The fortieth is the miracle of female orgasm screaming to see Veronica Ciccone Madonna singing Like A Virgin. Then goes into the kitchen and drink a couple of eggnog, a tube of Supradyn and takes some vials of immediate-release carbohydrates, to recuperate. He, meanwhile smoking a cigarette without losing half inch of manhood.
E 'over an hour of past relationship continued and, despite the break, which she apologizes "Burns a bit '." The wink wink hinting that there are other roads available. Sodomy
fierce for 43 minutes: she is twenty times and begs him to spank because, after all, a bad girl. The lost are awarded on TV while the team of his heart he won the derby 5-0. Grand Finale: mugolone fearless, in the shower. Fireworks and thunderous applause of all the inhabitants of the neighborhood. Rest of the warrior stout freeze while it concerns the goal, while her knees and feverish whispers of pleasure that she felt really fucked for the first time in his life. He responds with a belch that the uncombed, she picks up and begs to be able to perform a new fellatio, that is given with great magnanimity. Sleeping
era with Russia and farts.

the sad reality '
are known in the bachata dance disco on Thursday night.
They go out of him are on the Fiat Punto and start making out. Wind
him: a Negroni, a Cardinal and 2 Tequila Sunrise. Wind
her: 12 cigarettes. Practically a clandestine distillery licking an ashtray. He puts his hands on him, jumping carefully grabbed her neck to her breasts, she does not really bother, and reciprocates with the slightly rubbed on his thigh. He believes
excited, unbuttoning his pants, puts a hand behind his head and tries to push his head towards down. The marble becomes her neck, like Mike Tyson when it receives a direct.
He is pressing for a moment, then the cramps in the biceps that make sense to stop the case and decides to make out a little '.
lighting him, "If I lick it to him, she can not refuse to reciprocate."
He climbs over the seats, put in neutral with the knee and is forced to pull the hand brake in a hurry you do not end at the end of the parking lot.
With your ass and move the mirror with my foot up the radio volume up to automatically shifting the frequency to Radio Maria. Rosarione then he gets a team with the same noise of a jet taking off. It
sling between your legs her and lifts her skirt. Try to stick his tongue somewhere, but the accomplice cellulite mattress and the stench of rotting wildebeest in the task is difficult.
the end manages to find something that your nose looks like a vagina, but the beard is the hair with Velcro-effect of her. Once disctricato tries again, but his ineptitude makes the experience poor. She reacts
chilly and he understands that the blow has become a mirage.
new plan. He gets up with bloodshot eyes and a smile he believes to be empty copy of one of Clooney. Except that the George is well, he looks an idiot on the highway with the air conditioner broke in August. Extracts of the book trying to hit the theater. From under lo scudetto della squadra del cuore estrae un preservativo. Fallisce il primo tentativo di apertura scenografica della confezione: poche unghie, la bustina scivola sotto il sedile. Lei in un momento di compassione gli apre il preservativo. Lui estrae fiero il suo membro. Lei lo guarda e gli passa il preservativo annunciando che non ha una manualità sufficiente per metterglielo. Dopo tre tentativi lui riesce a infilarsi il preservativo. Osserva fiero che gli arriva a metà senza capire che l'ha solo messo al contrario.
Lui si mette in qualche modo sopra di lei e inizia a pompare come un forsennato. Lei lo lascia fare per una decina di secondi, poi gli fa notare che in realtà non l'ha ancora penetrata. Inizia la penetrazione. Venti secondi intensissimi. Orgasmo him. Rest of the warrior he sweat pants over her. She annoyed look the handle of the window to get rid of the acrid smell of his armpits. He puts in place, you check your hair in the window, looks and has the guts to ask: "did you like?". Romanticism
abruptly interrupted by the watchman's head sticking out of the window. Starting the engine and scoured fast.
Grand Finale: He boasts to friends that he towed a strophic and essersela trumpet for good, she confesses to her friend's heart to have known a nice guy but he has made because he did not feel anything.

Monday, December 24, 2007

Anne Klein Replacement Buttons



Uelà.
I mean.
One is distracted for a moment and spent a year, trecentosessantacinquegiorni in a flash.
Go 'which is a beastly stuff.
I remember well last year when, on December 25, I published my first post.
I was living another life, other than that now.
Quite a few 'different.
a lot of things have happened in 2007, many of which were beautiful.
Some, however, very bad.
But I'm not used to complain.
back straight and ride, it was once.
I always keep my back straight, pedal and string in his teeth.
On the other hand "can not rain forever" and all this beautiful set of bullshit.

E 'the good intentions early to start year, will post them in due course.

If you're reading this and you care about something for Christmas, well then congratulations.
If you're reading this and you are an atheist Your own way, however, know that everything is closed tomorrow so you better go shopping.

E beccatevi 'Sister's Christmas picture that is not so bad ...

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Herpes Around The Nose?

Hello tomorrow, eh?


fact is that once I had a blog once.
had things to do, places to go, people to see.
And I had a blog. Then
of things have happened, good and bad, big and small.
It 'been a tough season.
Too many friends have gone straight.
And then the rest.
work, the band eventually rolls.
So I stood by the bales for a while '.
I needed.
Ten years of living under constant speed.
If you go more than 140 that becomes yours.
I had fun, I did the proverbial around the world and got a lot of planes.
I have written millions of words, billions of times pressed keys.
seen things that often, my, I do not give a shit to see. Type
Las Vegas in the end I still like.
Why I like to move it-move it.
But I've seen and I brought them home.
Experience. All
.
If you go more than 140 that becomes yours.
But I was slowing down a bit '. Ten years of madness lived
a velocità varranno pure tre mesi a non scrivere.
Di me.
Che adesso riesco a dormire quanto vorrei o quasi.
E sono sereno.
Perché anche a sei sottozero mi metto il casco e, come dicono loro, mi sciacquo via il blues.
E chi non sa che il blues non è solo un genere musicale, si fotta.

Uelà.
Sono tornato.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Twisted Colon Treatment

Live by it ...


We believe in going our own way no matter which way the rest of the world is going

We believe in bucking the system that is built to smash individuals like bugs on a winshield

Some of us believe in the man upstairs, all of us believe in sticking it to the man down here

We believe in the sky and we don’t believe in the sun roof

We believe in freedom

We believe in dust, tumble weeds, buffalo, mountain ranges and riding off into the sun set

We believe in saddle bags and we believe that cowboys had it right

We believe in refusing to knuckle under anyone

We believe in wearing black because it doesn’t show any dirt or weakness

We believe the world is going soft and we’re not going along with it

We believe in motorcycle rallys that last a week

We believe in roadside attractions, gas station hot dogs and finding out whats over the next hill

We believe in rumbling engines, pistons the size of garbage cans, fuel tanks designed in 1936, freight train sized head lights, chrome and custom paint

We believe in flames and skulls

We believe life is what you make it and we make it one hell of a ride

We believe the machine you sit on can tell the world exactly where you stand

We don’t care what everyone else believes

Amen

Friday, September 28, 2007

Scooter Wheels Amarica

We lift bales from the trailer of The Simpsons or not?

continuo a non avere molta voglia di aggiornare, ma il filmatino H-D mi prende il cuore ogni volta che lo guardo.

peccato che il trailer dei simpson parta sempre in automatico.

quindi lo cancello, un po' a malincuore, but it must be done ...

of course I ended up making noise and also delete the right one, now it's here that this pecking is smaller than that of TuTubo and weighs less.

obviously the quality is inferior ...

cya

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Im Pregnant Games.com



fact is that this morning, the traffic lights, there are placid and beautiful all chrome look green, when I accompanied one of these arrows Malonzo. Already I can not stand that you did not see the face-face helmets with those of the host, then does a damn hot and he is there, locked inside his red leather suit like a tamarro outgassing.

will have quite a few 'hot, I think ... perhaps per questo che è nervoso.

Vrom, vroom, vroOom.

Cosa vuole, far la gara? Ma cos'è, ritardato?
Ovviamente l'ho cagato zero e lui è partito con addiritttura un po' di burnout

Così come io non capisco perchè si debbano spendere migliaia di euro per vivere un brivido da 300 all'ora, uno smanettone non capirà mai la bellezza di (cito da un forum) "cavalcare dei trattori su due ruote, ricercandosi ogni giorno come vacche di un' unica mandria".

Monday, August 13, 2007

Allergies From Eating Prawns

Just to say this morning. Alt

La sola ragione che trattiene la maggior parte dei musicisti rock dall'affondare nell'analfabetismo integrale è la necessità di leggere il manuale d'istruzioni della loro Mercedes.

Gary Trudeau

Friday, August 3, 2007

Missing Title For A Boat Onatrio

a moment ...

vedi www.eldacar.blogspt.com - Non è che adesso chiunque crei un soldatino futuristico (quindi invariabilmente dotato di googles multicolore e maschera che gli consente di respirare un qualche tipo di gas) deve per forza aver rubato l’idea a qualcun altro. Nello specifico, posto che a me i Guerrilla stanno un po’ sulle palle, non sono così convinto che abbiano rubato l’idea ad altri e per alcune ragioni. Nel cinema, e specialmente nei videogiochi, funzionano gli stereotipi: sono efficaci e servono a veicolare all’utente una serie di informazioni-base, in modo rapido e inequivocabile, visto che in una split second the player needs to understand where those in front is a good or not. The black and dark colors are bad, the colors bright and vivid colors, the Good. Easy. With the passing of time the boundaries have blurred, with borderline players - Jena Plissken at the cinema or Sam Fisher in the VG, just to say the first two that come to mind - black, tattoos, earrings or long beards have become " cool factors "and no more elements to identify antagonists of the Hero. Snake did not smoke before anyone, even with him cigarettes are a weapon of gameplay (but the soap opera is still No Smoking). Fortunately, the cabinet still offers some of the stereotypes alternativa. Il Cattivo è, di solito, senza volto, un burattino su cui non vale la pena trasferire alcun processo emotivo, se non il feroce desiderio di abbatterlo. Diverso è il boss di fine livello, ma questa è tutta un’altra storia. Per quanto riguarda gli Hellgast, vestiti così, potrebbero anche sembrare un qualsiasi corpo speciale tipo S.W.A.T. Sono Buoni o Cattivi? Sono Bene o Male? Cos’è che ci dice, a colpo d’occhio, che appartengono alla seconda categoria? L’elmetto: esercito tedesco, Seconda Guerra Mondiale. Il Male Assoluto. Lo stereotipo degli stereotipi senza andare a scomodare il Giappone che comunque pesca anche lui da lì. Aggiungo che i Guerrilla sono olandesi e che con quegli elmetti hanno had to do quite a bit ', as indeed we (like everyone in Europe 70 years ago), but here there is no one who finances the development of video games ...

Ps: a confirmation of everything. The public image that shows a helmet but not a motorcycle helmet, for those who want to have an attitude "badass" and a true villain. It seems to me more stuff to a "jackass" in the sense of ass, like a helmet do not ever wear it ...

Thursday, August 2, 2007

Star Wars Pinewood Derby

Think you ...

I discover, not without a hint of bitterness mixed with irony, that there are people (I guess idiots) who comes to paying someone else, playing, take care of her avatar on Second Life or WoW. The profession of the avatar sitter comes to generating the tidy sum of € 1000 per month, more than they take home an average non-stageur Nobel. Goes beyond that we really are in good shape! Elton John that he is right? And if, by now lost the light of reason and hidden in the darkest folds of the network, shut down the Internet for five years was not really that fucked up?
Let's be serious, Elton. The internet is for work and are now in the world to shoot. Some things are funny provocations, a metaphorical pair of glasses with rhinestones and feathers that we wear every so often just to say that things could be different. Logical that they could. Would be enough to completely upset the whole fabric of reality as we know it and return to the levels of 60 years ago, the movement of people and things. Not bad at all.
But then it happens that I feel 'these things sitting avatars to 1000 € / month (but there are also "tailors" on 300th / m, "architects" 500 and "photographers" do not know how to ...) I read of the attacks Second Life terror against the "dictatorial regime of Linden, which generate virtual dead and I stop to think. But yeah, come on. Switch off all 'st'ambaradàn disgusting that you can not make shit! Slow down a moment and think more to men of flesh and bone.
Together with others, which can only be called pioneers, I was among the first to play online games with your PC to something (Trade Wars in the late '80s, even on Boada Bulletin System, the legendary Hal BBS Varese, there is a memorial site www.halbbs.it) to dive in and dreaming of Gibson cyberpunk eating neural implants to live with virtual reality "from within". With the PC I had fun, excited - strange but possible - and I also personally knew a bit 'of people. It was a time when everything seemed possible and perhaps it was also a special moment to be special as they know only the university years.
Where am I going to parry? Today I do not know mica, which will be August 2, tomorrow is the last day of work before the holidays and there is a club to do that or maybe I remembered to have at home comman & Conquer 3 for 360 and he had not yet given a look. I am an asshole? Here you go.