My lemon, my lemon tree ... Happy Valentine
series is that I bring the best of each house. Everyone agrees that I am "cagadiña a meu pai" but I still agreeing with the statement a priori claims a couple of little details of Resale sea designation Source "The mother who bore me."
Monday, February 16, 2009
Where Can I Watch Brent Corrigan
Today I tell you one that I entertain a lot and you tell me now, I have been fortunate to inherit. The fact is that sometimes something got into his head wearily and can stay there as long as is. At first I did not think we're the only ones to enjoy such entertainment neuronal, but what makes the difference is the frequency, duration and content of run-run. That the same is the lyrics of a song, the shopping list or the most banal phrase like "forget me not buy onions" ... common denominator I will say that usually the happy run-run has its ritmillo. Also variable, though, that the same is a cha-cha-cha a religious chant.
The thing we agree, is fucking annoying.
The fact is that family comes, as I say, and passed from generation to generation, and in other artworks families. I remember one time a sister of my grandmother (mother, of course) remarked ruefully: "Oh, this night I could not sleep a wink all night ... singing" My lemon, my lemon, I prefer whole. An Englishman said yeah-yeah and a Frenchman said oh-lala ".
And, I warn you against these attacks is not worth Orfidal. Blessed are the wise ...
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