Estratest Causes Tingling?

Pirates

Guido, along the same road.

Suddenly a strange noise.

a hole, I think.

few minutes later a car follows me. A guy approached me screaming.

Shit I've got something wrong, bloody hole, has smashed me something. The oil pan
minimum, I think.

berth as polite request.

is approaching a guy six feet tall who indignantly cries out against me.

" You took my car! Have not you noticed? "

Surprise.

off the car, look around.

I look at my car.

" really thought I had made a hole ."

The guy shows me his loss.

No, I fouled the fender.

The guy who checks everything is in place, it is.

Me and the guy checked my car.

As new, not even a scratch.

I wonder if I got really him or if I really got a hole.

better control.

I have a bruised side.

The guy raises his hands.

"I did not " adding with a slight sense of guilt.

" No, is that the port is full of pirates ." Comment.

I had parked in a harbor area, having to play a couple of chores.

Free Day, do not go to the office as a bargaining services for the month of October? The

there are 5, 8 there are ...

One of my bosses ignores me, I am another devoted his attention by adding " u t know what to expect .

Yes, I know what awaits me, I expect that if I give all my availability will be able to get me anything, talking about work. If
in October there will be a service cock is mine. If
in October there will be a low-paid service, will be mine.
If in October we will have to work 13 hours happen to me.

I sleep, at least I try, I broke his head.

the phone rings.

office, of course.

I do not know the phone is becoming a good habit. If I miss the morning within four walls can not find nice that the same minds that infest call me five hours later. There is no emergency now. For tomorrow, provided there is no catastrophe. Tomorrow, all at home.

Guilt business, combined with my sense of duty found themselves in front of the half collapse.

I feel like Pietà by Michelangelo.

I am the Madonna with the Christ in the arms and the Christ in the arms of Madonna.

Both too young for their roles.

Polaris Razor For Sale

THE

S. I pass over his shoulder.

I'm recording a passport.

I broke the balls, he whispers bending.

I also , the answer while the hourglass of my pc save data

Not today, if it specifies how to make it clear the situation

Neither do I mean today.

S. resumes in hand.

We understood.

enough.

The dawns of the past to discuss musical concepts, Satan, gurus, life, miracles and death.

The cold, rain, salt, water up to the knees, the chaos, the incazzature, stress.

A night to smoke cigars on board a ship just opened on the twelfth bridge and a terrible confession: I suffer from vertigo .

him, not me.

" otherwise I would not look out a little 'difficult first pulled it out and explain it to the second big boss. "

" I move up? "

" not say stupid things, I'm not superman. I'll pretend to not see you after dinner. I'll find an excuse ... "

" Then you will tell the big boss "

" Nor, I've never known . "

on that later, I and S. of what today we we have just mentioned.

I received three letters. A

by my insurance, I love it.

I write four times a year.

Due to remind me that I pay, another two to send me the report of my "classification."

The other two but he sent me the drive.

months ago I had a change of residence.

I never received any communication from the new town, but now I learned that these things become official for me when I have a pink label, the new press, attack on the D side of the license.

If you are wondering what is the D side, is the last page of the folding of paper licenses.

Yes, I have a monument on paper. Now they know where home

fines.

The second letter, again the engine comes to keeping my log book, which for me is a copy, as I recall, the previous owner lost the car.

short, the seller told me the story, but tonight I do not remember.

The previous owner had a sedentary mileage worthy of a snail.

I was touched to make the dignity of self inaugurated in a port environment welcomed by continuous changes in night due to enlargement of the port activities. Tomorrow my

embark, I can not say on whose ship, professional confidentiality.

have been reserved a suite.

I spent hours trying to explain how to navigate the jungle that await them.

I await the long nights when I'll be at home just me and the cat.

I can not say the thing that scares me.

I had never even worried, before.

Now I do not think I really want to stay with no presence, more or less boring that can be considered.

may also be useful, in some point of view, to remain in absolute silence, that goes wrong will light a candle, and do not know what else to do it.

I think I may as Lawrence ...

Lawrence is a young, good-intentioned, good family, work, work, work, work ...

Go to bed early and he wakes up the rooster. I miss

Lawrie, I admit.

no coincidence that the dream he and Alain, once one and then another.

level playing field, I think I can call it that. Maybe I understand why I keep

Alain to dream, not because he is a former pimp blissfully wrapped in his world, but for its new "being" nobilastro which was not used.

Alain is in search of his balance, or at least I have felt that way.

The balance makes me lost family and sought, in various forms and aspects and in a dream is a real landmark.

Alain and his calm manner, with his French bastard and its inadequacy.

I found a brother of "blood" and then in a sense is my brother, because I got a sister and another brother ... I miss my brother .
Then I will explain the matter, have faith.

Lawrence is the man of control. Check all, working, studying, there is nothing that has not taken into account, over which he has thought deeply and only and only then, work for what it considers "appropriate and necessary." Respects his superiors, his colleagues and miraculously manages everything. Course is so wonderfully that the whole set makes humble despite successes. Lawrence is the man that goes a step ahead and if it finds another.

could also be on a sliding scale, but it would make a difference.

might consider together in my inner space, a nice syncretism.

are already almost nine o'clock, Lawrence who dwells in me makes me dwell on the abusive passage of time, reminds me that I have yet to fix the uniform for tomorrow and put me in front of the Volume on van Gogh that I should be studying . I have no choice.

will execute his orders, tomorrow I will also have to wake up the rooster.

Grecian Formula Toxicity

Loa Revolutionary

You bastards, sons of dogs bitch.

Damn bastards.

Fucking assholes.

Try to keep us in the game of your crap.

You made me stomach turn.

It 's time you turned you.

It 'time to start doing the math.

find me, my dear, you will find me all right ...

There is the luxury of thinking it has something to lose, in your game.

Begin to think about what you lose.

This is the beginning of the end of our chains.

hand accounts, gentlemen, pure and simple economics.

Now, I'll explain. Suddenly

Rousseau, Michael Collins and some other revolutionary joined in a unique spirit, a strange Loa believe, and have taken possession of me.

Some people are repeating me to mind my own business, take care of me.

I'm taking care of me, I am defending my class against those who have no dignity.

against those who sold off all selling out.

against those trying to sell us the excuse of saving the "world" to shoulder the moral responsibility of their economic decisions.

Their decisions affect the economic decline of the rates of OUR services.

Do not save the world, which drown.

I will try to open the eyes of my colleagues and decide for themselves which path to take, that you take the responsibility and then make the bill with the sleep of his own conscience.

I wonder why the "big bosses" have not thought of a better excuse, both for sales pitch.

Why did you wake up? Why do not you let me nap like an old lion under any tree? Or like a dragon under water?

No, they had nothing to do if not encouraging. There are things that

I do not accept, against which they are able to "mind my own business" because I consider "my business".

My Italian teacher at the time of high school, I looked into the amused and dejected when I lost myself in speeches ready to defend our rights.

shook his head and called me by name, repeatedly, adding at the end "what an ugly end, what an ugly end, you'll see that disappointment."

actually expect to see me at any moment, standing on a chair and would be amused, because I knew that I would have done and this was his hope to be cynical uninhibited waiting for the moment of their ideological ransom.

I do not expect that everyone understands my intention now.

But they must be aware that the mechanism of "play down" that some companies are doing will ensure that next year all our prices will be lower.

Since the "game" has been accepted all the other companies could claim that at the expiry of the "contract" I do not think that the direction of the DC or RCI are more other idiots, the rate is adjusted to the lowest around.

someone would pay you more to have a department to another at a lower cost?

As for me I have officially announced my resignation from the services requested by that British company that claims to not pay us like the other.

I understand that I defined in many ways and many will do it for me.

I leave to the imagination of their case.

not going to let my work and my sink category without trying to do something.

In Germany I would feel co-responsible for non-action.

Or something like that ....

As I noted the high days, I look like a bad character of the last film by Leonardo DiCaprio, where the protagonist is a "someone" whose only occupation work, the only relationship is with the continued his head and, as icing on the cake, existential desolation worthy of a German philosopher.

Insert the key into the lock of the door and turn on the light, after more than 12 hours that ended, a strange effect.

I'm going to smoke a cigarette.

Jump In Stomach Fetiches Sitting

dutchcaptain @ 2010-09-24T19:25:00

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elettroecenfalogramma is flat. My

mean.

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I could continue writing a line of dots, unnecessary stress "infinite" because the line is infinite, otherwise it would be a segment, as you know.

There is absolutely nothing. In addition to the nth

description of a day, there is nothing.

My Brain activity revolves around the universe work.

Nothing else.

Life is not a movie, reminded me recently.

The question is what kind of film could be.

Imagine in a film by Woody Allen, if you dare.

ask me: Why did these ships are always so "strange"? [not to say that some gay people sounds like a word too long and it seems bad]

They say it is the evil of the Royal Navy.

so I answered but I do not think I have understood.

you know what "evil of the Royal Navy" ? Try to guess, send me the answer and tell you if it is correct.

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