metaphor
time I sometimes hear them arrive two hours before. Listen to that thunder in the distance and if they already have an open umbrella over the head-even if they never come. " Certain other hand Temporao come creeping in, damn you when you're away from home and you expect to get everything but a wash.
Then there are the storms that keep you awake at night and make a racket. Some time waiting for them for two weeks because there is a hot Executioner, other Instead they arrive, last 5 minutes and then leave you with more moisture and heat than before.
Some are devastating storms, do millions of damage, and you remember them for a while ', perhaps forever. Many instead disappear without a trace.
Someone is afraid of thunderstorms. Others are indifferent.
Well, you never know how to take the fucking time.
Thursday, February 27, 2003
Monday, February 24, 2003
Pokemon Heart Gold Rom U
sorry, are you stupid
I did not realize that you have set the comments invisible. Now you should be able to comment and see what you have written in the dark.
PS I will never use more than the moods
I did not realize that you have set the comments invisible. Now you should be able to comment and see what you have written in the dark.
PS I will never use more than the moods
Saturday, February 22, 2003
Mileage Plus Miles Calculator
See
He turned after the greeting and waited for what would have happened inside of him. He heard a crazy ant colony that outputs from the stomach, ascended to the brain. And then the brain
felt a warm fluid permeate exciting, going down, hidden in all the tissues of the body.
walked slowly to enjoy the ecstasy anticipated, but desired, and precarious. Concentrate watched the chaotic motion and accurate of these tiny particles that made abstract objects of pleasure and well-defined Named Desire.
rocked the illusion and the sweet smell that emanated those thoughts, a little 'more aware of last time, still a little' more mature than last time, still naively as the last time.
She sat stunned, the fluid had traveled the road to coming back again to the head. He felt warm and reworked continuation in the image of the gesture indicated, tortured, arrested almost the last moment [as if he were a movie bored the audience would certainly have grumbled of dissatisfaction].
But things start well, we just live in it, and he was satisfied with the taste that's left that image. Anything until he fell asleep looked away from the flavor that, while he sang.
He turned after the greeting and waited for what would have happened inside of him. He heard a crazy ant colony that outputs from the stomach, ascended to the brain. And then the brain
felt a warm fluid permeate exciting, going down, hidden in all the tissues of the body.
walked slowly to enjoy the ecstasy anticipated, but desired, and precarious. Concentrate watched the chaotic motion and accurate of these tiny particles that made abstract objects of pleasure and well-defined Named Desire.
rocked the illusion and the sweet smell that emanated those thoughts, a little 'more aware of last time, still a little' more mature than last time, still naively as the last time.
She sat stunned, the fluid had traveled the road to coming back again to the head. He felt warm and reworked continuation in the image of the gesture indicated, tortured, arrested almost the last moment [as if he were a movie bored the audience would certainly have grumbled of dissatisfaction].
But things start well, we just live in it, and he was satisfied with the taste that's left that image. Anything until he fell asleep looked away from the flavor that, while he sang.
Thursday, February 13, 2003
Pain After Acl And Meniscus Surgery
bingo-Law # 1.5 [forces] in-law
Recently I discovered that this journal has become known to some dark and shady characters of asphalt to which I extend my greetings [and who distrust spamming in any way, this same journal on asphalt. If you want to write something on asphalt I think I know how to make it visible. BWUAHAHA (note the lack of skill syntax)].
Well, here, so hello to everyone.
Also lately I've also been busy with other crap that has kept me away from worldliness, including mention:
1) study with practical application to fuck the system.
2) deterioration of relations with a certain co-worker Della
1) I know you know in due time [do not ask me where is the bmw silver color * * that in a bit 'will be parked in my house] of 2) but do not know what they say nor say when.
Fuck you think?
Moreover, the title speaks for itself, I must continue with the mental saw that just now occurs to me to rename with the following titolo:
La Puttana e gli imprenditori di San ******** ******** (VR)
Figo. Finalmente ero riuscito a scoprire il povero cristo che si scopava l'amabile collega. Dico povero cristo perchè all'epoca ero veramente convinto che fosse un povero cristo [certo, un budget da 300 eu/ora per scopare non è da tutti, ma in fondo basta avere un reddito medio per farsi fare qualche pompino al mese]. [Sto abusando delle parentesi, il mio prof d'italiano me l'ha impedito per 5 anni al liceo, direi che è colpa sua] La prima volta lo vidi arrivare al bingo [che frase triste: lo vidi arrivare al bingo ] era con la famiglia al completo. Moglie, figlio e suocera. Non I had never seen and were not accustomed to the game [bingo, christ, can you imagine?]. The wife in particular struck me right away. Not for my virtues an observer, but because it was really the worst score I have ever walked the bingo hall since we work. Imagine the kind of score a bingo hall in the province. Ok.
Needless to tell the little discussion we had, suffice it to say that when he raised his voice altered apostrophe with a indimeticato You calm down! [you did not feel calm down since the mid fucking]
Her husband, who sat at the table next to me looked as if to say "do not worry, it is always a poor fool. Think like me who are in a bad I live with every day. "judgmental Since I was able to imagine this man who was returning from work tired and had to put up with this paranoid idiot blah blah. I like this picture of sadness and resignation. I like to think that by the time I laugh behind and do more.
a true dick which I believed it.
Ok, bullshit aside, when my colleague pointed out to me, and as I remembered him well for the above reasons, the second thing I said was "Shit, let them discount, poor man, his wife is a devastating pain in the ass."
She laughed and walked away. Now I regret not having asked for anything more, because even now I see that after the sad little man starts to talk and laugh like a buddy with the leaders.
Uhm. I walk over to eavesdrop. It will be the usual viscidissima important move to make the customer feel that you disgraced more money than the average. But no, talk about private things, or at least people who know things that pull out.
So I ask members of a shot if I happen to know the sad little man.
"Yes .... WHY '?"
"Uh, no nothing." and so fast.
continue
Recently I discovered that this journal has become known to some dark and shady characters of asphalt to which I extend my greetings [and who distrust spamming in any way, this same journal on asphalt. If you want to write something on asphalt I think I know how to make it visible. BWUAHAHA (note the lack of skill syntax)].
Well, here, so hello to everyone.
Also lately I've also been busy with other crap that has kept me away from worldliness, including mention:
1) study with practical application to fuck the system.
2) deterioration of relations with a certain co-worker Della
1) I know you know in due time [do not ask me where is the bmw silver color * * that in a bit 'will be parked in my house] of 2) but do not know what they say nor say when.
Fuck you think?
Moreover, the title speaks for itself, I must continue with the mental saw that just now occurs to me to rename with the following titolo:
La Puttana e gli imprenditori di San ******** ******** (VR)
Figo. Finalmente ero riuscito a scoprire il povero cristo che si scopava l'amabile collega. Dico povero cristo perchè all'epoca ero veramente convinto che fosse un povero cristo [certo, un budget da 300 eu/ora per scopare non è da tutti, ma in fondo basta avere un reddito medio per farsi fare qualche pompino al mese]. [Sto abusando delle parentesi, il mio prof d'italiano me l'ha impedito per 5 anni al liceo, direi che è colpa sua] La prima volta lo vidi arrivare al bingo [che frase triste: lo vidi arrivare al bingo ] era con la famiglia al completo. Moglie, figlio e suocera. Non I had never seen and were not accustomed to the game [bingo, christ, can you imagine?]. The wife in particular struck me right away. Not for my virtues an observer, but because it was really the worst score I have ever walked the bingo hall since we work. Imagine the kind of score a bingo hall in the province. Ok.
Needless to tell the little discussion we had, suffice it to say that when he raised his voice altered apostrophe with a indimeticato You calm down! [you did not feel calm down since the mid fucking]
Her husband, who sat at the table next to me looked as if to say "do not worry, it is always a poor fool. Think like me who are in a bad I live with every day. "judgmental Since I was able to imagine this man who was returning from work tired and had to put up with this paranoid idiot blah blah. I like this picture of sadness and resignation. I like to think that by the time I laugh behind and do more.
a true dick which I believed it.
Ok, bullshit aside, when my colleague pointed out to me, and as I remembered him well for the above reasons, the second thing I said was "Shit, let them discount, poor man, his wife is a devastating pain in the ass."
She laughed and walked away. Now I regret not having asked for anything more, because even now I see that after the sad little man starts to talk and laugh like a buddy with the leaders.
Uhm. I walk over to eavesdrop. It will be the usual viscidissima important move to make the customer feel that you disgraced more money than the average. But no, talk about private things, or at least people who know things that pull out.
So I ask members of a shot if I happen to know the sad little man.
"Yes .... WHY '?"
"Uh, no nothing." and so fast.
continue
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