The hour hand baggage that does not fittent in the regulatory space is fast approaching! It's time to return to power pumps, frilly camisoles, headwear doubtful, ballerinas multicolored string color-of-hearing, orthopedic, dresses, balloons and other extensions pouelle .
Where do you go away so my Leo? Ogunquit ...? At Camp Bud ? Mmm ... Not really.
CANNES. In the direction of FESTIVAL. It
you mouth a corner that eh? It's no walk in the forest in pack-bag pic pic that is there. It's worth a few bin stride. Not
but rgardé-moé so. I
flickers.
And to think I started my first post Buffet on this fetish. No, but ti is not as beautiful as you end up? Same day, same time, same door.
Still. I'm still tweezers legs for the big raffle of Titus views. Because if j'me walks el'jarret its Croisette, the calf is better to have soft.
But then I watched it last night worse j'me said, bin is removable from the beautiful but superfluous hairy bugger penny-pincher! Chu Pantoute manicured pout is not there. My toes are not up to date! PA. NI. THAT.
Course at the pharmacy, bought the French manicure kit, unpack the kit, the kit unpacked, unpack the kit ... St. Calvin! It will unpack you cte &*(?*&?@?&* kit then! Well, I'll finally be able to polish my toe in complete bliss ... Because flies in vra life is about making choices . And I've decided to stake everything on my pedicure. dolled My foot is my pass. I'll be Girl hit most VIP (Very Important Step) of the Riviera. My foot is now photographed by Annie Leibowitz , now draped in striped side of a Tim Burton
fun ... So please excuse my digression heavy on this unpleasant part of the body. If I speak much of this end so dear to me, is that right now, I no longer wear down. All because tomorrow (after a flight of 6 hours + a stopover in Amsterdam just as long) I'm an ex-stressed stroking the glitz of his Tite-Black Robe, WORRY FREE among the groupies.
And surrounded by all these thugs waving good smelling cologne to 100 bucks, my ham and butter in hand, I swear on the rocket scientist that I have a few thoughts for you.
Besides, the trip to the Holy Land is just an excuse to bring you information from high-flying style:
Top 5 worst pickup lines French (because in Europe, you know that my flawless plastic lined my unparalleled exoticism tantalizes the woman, the widow and the orphan same)
Well, I must leave you. I have great dilemmas to resolve.
aisle or window?
