io per un motivo o per l'altro me lo perdo sempr pero'...
anche se in gruppo non rendo...
E' la vecchia guardia e i suoi interventi sul darkside sono imprescindibili, affronta il lato oscuro del sesso estremo con l'approccio dostojeschiano dell'uomo che soffre, mitizza e somatizza.UN DEMONE
Now I lay me down to sleep,Pray the lord my soul to keep.And if I die before I wake pray the lord my soul to take.
se riesco a prendermi il pomeriggio libero vedo di "venire"...
venerdì però è "vigilia" quindi in caso si andasse a mangiare un boccone scegliete un posto che non offra solo carne per cortesia....
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
tutti i giorni sono buoni per sto bukkake con jessica:-) lunedì.. martedì.. mercoledì... ecc ecc... chissenefrega di che giorno è?? c'è pure chi dice che sarà presente il figlio di bossi!!! :-)
da oggi inizio la preparazione, nei prossimi giorni inizierò ad umentare i bidet, giovedì me ne faccio 4 poi venerdì uno ogni ora tutti alla camomilla ... credo così di poter migliorare le mie prestazioni
Confucio: Prima di intraprendere il viaggio della vendetta scavate due tombe
Sono appena rientrato dalla Svizzera con le scorte di "Ovomaltine" per migliorare la prestazione. Adesso chi mi ripaga la spesa?
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)