Oh. It seems that bin j'me let go ... I do not roll the ball of my pen as much as I want the triple double V. Do I lost the love of kiborde? The back of my clarinet? Not even ... If I did point kneeling in front of the dingy hotel of this site Folichon is that the chu-chu of life prevented me. You're beautiful boar? Faches Nouère ? You can call me names if you can do glottis. But in order, I prefer: Gonzaga Kaaaaarine and Theresa.
What do you think I am a beggar-woman-trunk which has no life? Heile. I have plans to open the latch life too. Quin:
- Watch Francis Reddé marvel at squash musk
- Clamp Bob Binette (Elsèy. not Capote.)
- Successfully get the autograph of director Frankenguidoune
- Re-read a classic Frisson # 10: The darling of Professor
- See the views where the entire budget movies were placed on the cranberry juice or corn syrup.
And I realized that these great events in less time than it takes to cry Fuck! my pop-tart is all burned! . Amazing. I am a woman in the world and woman in the world I'll stay.
Now that everything is said, my cat asteure checker.
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