2 years. 2 YEARS bonyenne bastard!
I know. I know ... I blog
shriveled. I
Chinese buffet out of date.
The onion rin g affaisée. The
Soucisse pleated in the stove.
And all this can not be resolved in large spreads of face cream at $ 10. What
not. I'm stiff and stuffed with
this cursed then ride in the front.
Heile. She has
you forehead, her coming to me to spoil the portra well.
Frankly, I do not know what came over me.
This blog may NOT be kiborde go alone.
So to all those who believe as I do in this trick of the millennium who claimed that in 2010 we would see computers being able to put down the masterpieces of literature and spread to every wind haiku and prose to bouquets passers-clopan go limping on the Internets along the way ... Ben
quin! There have been awoire.
But what the hell am I with brett so interesting for 2 years?
Booooffffff ... I asked
pump in Florence, Rome and New York (among others)
In a wrestling match Franky The Mobster with
I paved with high
I'm stubborn with the step-mother (always)
I made new friends
astis I visited home I
became fairy godmother
Well I which matured.
j'vous the words, a little worse j'm'achète a house worse j'réussis my license.
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