Thursday, March 17, 2011

Answers To Diffusion And Osmosis Lab

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U (H) OMO.
It 's normal that a man will face many problems of a sexual nature.
Man is so fragile that prefer to pay to get what he wants, even if it runs the risk, which is also one of the largest, is to not get feedback.
Man is so weak that the slightest chance in front of a comparison ... escapes.


Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Full Metal Alchemist Games All Games

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LESSONS FOR MEN ONLY ...
O for single men who must begin to ask questions.



Lesson No. 10.
Stop using innuendo and double meanings to avoid making a colossal figure of shit if you invite a woman to come out clearly and she sends you in white!
You can see a mile away that will explode your pants.

Lesson No. 10.
Stop talking through insinuations and double sentences Meaning: Clearly Say That You want to go out with me, dont pretend you dont care Just Because You Will not Be Able to Refusal to accept! Clearly I can see your pants screaming my name!








Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Pinnacle 4.9.4 64 Bit

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Coming soon ....
"Come on, there is a house in the woods, and his name know ... THE wankers."


What Is The Difference Between A Flip 2nd

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AND GIRLS 'came the crisis!
AND (NOT) DO YOU FEEL ...
a time when the crisis was not even on the horizon, we lived better. Let's face it all.
There have been years (for me around the beginning of the new millennium ..) in which one man was enough to have multiple orgasms all night.
Now, alas, came the crisis sesso.Di even in these days, things are the 3x1 (ie three men are not enough to let me have an orgasm only once per month) and I really do not know which saint votarmi.
some of you are thinking "Of course, you choose them all the same!" but no my dear!
Just to meet the galloping crisis I thought I'd bring along a good supply of men for every taste: intellectually mature, bold and dissolute youth, peers with high hopes. Oh, girls, nothing to do.
Here we go hungry and when I pretend for a moment that has come the much-desired "up" on the stock exchange, the "boom" long-awaited ... I find myself with a spray of fluid for smoothing hair and a smirk.
No, do not deceive you.
E '"her".
(Katy Kattrall)


Monday, March 14, 2011

Breast Cancer Wreastlking Slinget

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I ♥ MY JOB!
to you the last part of today's conversation that took place today between me and my "beloved" child indigo. The original conversation was, to be exact, a duration of 14 minutes or so. If you have the goodness to read this end, you'll know yourself because of my decision to publish only a fraction of what we said and I Rosemary's Baby.


Me: Sand is a permeable soil?
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy?
Me: Reply with tick boxes on either TRUE or FALSE. The sand is a permeable soil??
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy?
Me: Sand is a permeable soil? It 's a permeable soil or not??
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy?
Me: Ok . Arranged.
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy?
I look at him but I'm quiet.
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy?
I look at him but I'm quiet.
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy?
I look at him but I'm quiet.
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? (Continued without stopping)
Me: Sand is a permeable soil?
Rosemary's Baby: I DO NOT KNOW! Are you happy now?
I: But how can you know?? If only this morning we repeated 1000 times!
(strange ... reminds you of something?)
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy?
Me: Crocetta to True or False and all!!
The sand is a permeable soil in your opinion?
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy or not? Are you happy now?
I look at him but I do not speak. But I suddenly there is a doubt. A huge question. Ma ..
I am happy?
Rosemary's Baby: Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy?
Me: I'm glad ! I am very happy! What I tell you to do?? Now you want to tick if you are blessed or sand is not a permeable soil??
Rosemary's Baby: Oh heard enough!! I have stew! Go! Go away forever!
I do not want you!
Me: Go you! I'm not going anywhere and you sir, just you, now put a holy cross on one of the two boxes! Tell me if the sand is a permeable soil! Travel!
Rosemary's Baby: You are not happy now? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy? Are you happy?
(fucking does not stop!)


sound of a bell that announces the dining Driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnn !!!!!


I : Ok! Are 12.15 and I have given you.
Enjoy dear. Until next time ...
Rosemary's Baby: You are not happy now?
I : Delighted!
(VAFFANCULO!!)





Pleurisy Lasted For Months

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David Bliss & Etienne O.
are (finally) proud ... present:
"BRAVA! BRAVA! BRAVA!"





I think it's nice to start telling a story of the past ...
As a child I boarded a lot of grown men, but in particular I remember one, handsome, rugged.
We were locked together on his couch, I nineteen inexperienced, like sitting on a throne, when he advises me volitional:
"From put on a sheep ... "

I remain literally blown away, not to say shocked.
Satisfying such a request, could open up endless doors ...
I said, 'No, you do! Also because it percora that you are right ... if the next time asks you to do the Ostrich, tell me how you plan to do ???".

After years I can say that the sheep I can do!
And very, very well ....
Brava! Brava! Brava!!

Midnight Club La Best Custom Cars

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BIG JIM.
For many years I have not seen Ken. I just spend the mornings in the street such as pensioners, watching the workers, concrete mixers, cranes. I imagined that he had divorced. Perhaps, I thought, finally did come out. Or is dead, I fantasized, committed suicide. I was certain, however, that it was outmoded and had stopped for ever to corrupt the young. The toys are our primary culture, subliminal messages of adult society to teach children.
Ken Carson came into the world in 1961. His hair pseudoveri at birth, which fell only if it gets wet, and so the plastic Mattel remade them to him. He had everything, the cicisbeo: shirts, foularini, moccasins, a tuxedo, a ski suit and the Tyrolean costume. He also had a camper and his girlfriend tall, beautiful and blonde. He was the dominant male model for the children of the seventies, though masculine never had anything. Each girl had a Barbie. Each had its own Barbie Ken. A sort of forerunner Boy Toy, a shaved poodle, decorative, companionship and always available. The couple had a vision of the future relationship between the equality: she was destined to become blonde and sexy, tits, ass and long legs, and anatomically designed foot to the heel 12, to please him but would have to shave, do gymnastics and elegant dressing, remaining essentially asexual. A eunuch unattainable and perfect. Sure, there was an alternative to the male market. The always gave Mattel a decade later, in 1971. It was called Big Jim, a Yankee with muscular face of a fool, that if the press the back let go karate chop. Like Ken lacked Wimp, but at least he had clothes and a male hobby. The bride, no. None if it was spinning. And the message remains unchanged: to be great pleasure for females you will be like Ken. The crisis the male is all began.
To find out what happened to those two by a toymaker, to feel safe to say that Ken is disgraced and Big Jim has taken over. Instead they tell me that Ken is still sold, and how the children love, there are many types (in 1993 they launched the model also gay), the more equipped.
is fine, the bastard. We have just redone the wardrobe, he is not never mattered more.
"Big Jim And you sell it?". The Toymaker grins: "They stopped producing it in 1986, 25 years ago." Dead as cowboys and soldiers.
"Oh, and dolls for boys are today?"
"Only monsters or superheroes."
"No human doll? No model articulated? "
" I would say no. "
Esco dazed, with a single sentence in my head: Only monsters and superheroes .. Why? Maybe it's a desperate exercise to prepare for future battle between the sexes, to avoid confrontation and not to succumb to the illusion. Only monsters or superheroes .. The only male creatures who still have hope.
(Vittorio Matonti)



Sunday, March 13, 2011

Can I Use Projector Outside

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BOOK THAT Danilo Proserpio. ..
M & Friends!
I would say that the relationship I have with my friends is the same I have with the yellow M & M's packaging. I feel a compulsive need, I can enjoy open-close-and repeat the sequence until you are over thinking they can stop whenever I want or I can be all'Esselunga, land them in the basket - maybe in the car at the back I eat pringles - considering both the compensation for investment excellence. Who knows how people choose me try to explain. The M & M's we offer the world but still limited in several variants: hazelnut, chocolate, puffed rice. E'fuori discussion like them all equally. I buzz for the hazelnut. They are almost unique. Other than them, but I can do without. And I finally realized one thing. My community of friends, who apparently has the same consistency of OJ Simpson lawyer, is made of brown people.
fatten one reason, Jennifer Lopez. The color does not matter a damn. Because while the Reds have their time, ascending zodiacal uncertain idiosyncrasies to you supported by the ability 'to use a maximum of three adjectives to get an X-ray psychosocial without the slightest cuteness, yellows you even believe in a position to choose for them and then attacked in the same time expressing the view that you have been requested by adhering to the sect of "are not understood."
Then select the menu item indulgence 'of the Earth's sentimental because you know deep down that I would remain like you in the face of music video Naike Rivelli.
And the green? Ohh, the Greens have the patience Santa to remind you that even at 10 years had cried because I had cut my hair too, who at 15 had doubts after the piercing in a basement in London without hearing about the nonexistence obvious reasons of basic hygiene, who at 23 could avoid putting snow in your face in Bormio in 2000 and were with you when the doctor who asked you why you said that you so rashly turned white ass back home, and that 32, so two hours ago, they told you to spend 590 € for in shoes is not to be, contrary to what you think, an investment in the future, even if you busy the future of your closet vintage nephew of 8 years.
Luckily the brown counterpoise and generally are already in debt to buy villains have no more free places for piercing, UVA and abused if a stoner haircut make gifts of prayer to Brad Pitt for taxes paid sick from using it as a headset accessory fig pending a regrowth trichological assisted by some miracle tea which was read to the hairdresser's villain .
short, people who see the good in everything.
Pantone Regardless of membership, I thank Jehovah Shiva and Gianna Orru 'you have with those of a brown background, the ability' to send me to fuck off when I stop coloring.

PS Fuck! I forgot bluuu! Well, 'they are the ones who would wear my clothes ... But this is' another story. Definitely maybe.


Friday, March 11, 2011

Betta Has White Spots

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