[I have not stopped. I was just over there to drink]
E 'inelegant let die a blog, I know. In fact this was not my final goal. My final goal is always the same. Indeed, there are two:
1) Establish a minimum of humanity (see TMF).
Or, the Sometimes I just can not,
2) Take back the last corridor of Danzig.
You will know what he preferred to deal with today while reading.
I'm not saying that blogs are useless and conceited of their prosthesis spermacchiata tonitruanti egotism, nor that in most cases are weak and ugly attempt to fill the void of vibrant and uncontrollable thoughts that the penis of a perfect pastor There has cruelly and unjustly sentenced on that hot morning in June of any in the back of the sacristy, between the sound of crickets and tears unheeded. I do not say, no.
But maybe I'm missing.
I wanted to say that the provision of social anxiety, this dewy flower opium giving artificial erections among the most shameful human solitude, can not be-in most cases taken up by a log-personalistic feedback from the slow and somewhat inertial.
CACC.
I wanted to see if you were attentive.
social networks like FriendFeed, Facebook and Twitter allow for a more immediate. The flashback Financo can be immediate. The blog no. The blog, unless you are the attention whores who climbed on the cock of a Roma who breeds fighting dogs while being filmed for two seconds by Valerio Staffelli (85.7% of bloggers according to the latest ISTAT), is a tool than a minimum complex.
You may have noticed as a bit 'of time, for a number of comments than five on a blog that is not cursed by misfortune of a number of daily visits over twelve billion, it is necessary to
) reveals that its mother is the cause of the death of Alberto Castagna blowjob suck because its is so legendary that it is the real cause of the collapse of the Berlin Wall. And in this speech nominate Wojtyla.
b) To insult a blogger superfamoso, citing a lot of other bloggers, then revalued in the meantime, then insult him in while, then play on the table a resounding supercazzola a naiveté that would be lovely if we were in an English drawing room on the threshold the launch of the Titanic. It see a good example here, thanks to Shoeshine, and a feedback here, my boyfriend pucci pucci Livefast with which the second part of the blogosphere, we make the blowjob alone.
way, blogosphere (hello how are you) can happen when you cock. But you have fun, I know, it's hard. And courage. Pure 'is the day you stunned.
c) Posting your vagina while eating an apple.
d) reveals that their mother does the blowjob with suction that seem ridiculous to you, since you've uncorked with Iceland and Europe worried.
e) die from a serious illness. O stand for. And write.
The language of blogs is inherently propaganda, acclaimed, often populisitica and ragged. Exceptions can be counted on the fingers of an Afghan.
But it is still a language to compose, often divorced from connections requesting supplementary knowledge about the community district. Put simply, you can understand this post even without being aware of the fact that the bloggers who are up here by clicking on "next blog" has a son named Ophelia had one of Barcellona Pozzo di Gotto viado with a single ball. Instead
on other social networks, a speech event like this "Indeed is bound to take place":
"lulz! :::))): D Luisina KE is pregnant comm. like that time at the SUGOCAMP habbo bbracciata UNDER THE WHISTLE "
Now, the fact that to sustain the systemic impact of the attribution of roles should be structured around a pseudosocietà places more or less common and human figures among the most diverse and distinct (eg the village idiot, the fool, the ignorant, the vulgar, the lazy, the mediocre, the fascist, simply, the demented, the syphilitic, the repressed fag, the priest, the priest queer repressed, the stupid insane syphilitic ignorant vulgar mediocre lazy fag repressed fascist priest, or people on the other side as the village idiot, the fool, the ignorant, the vulgar, the lazy, the mediocre and so etc.), however, makes it all a bit 'sad, humanly reprehensible and disgustingly depressing.
why step up there so long.
No. I wanted you to know that.
E 'inelegant let die a blog, I know. In fact this was not my final goal. My final goal is always the same. Indeed, there are two:
1) Establish a minimum of humanity (see TMF).
Or, the Sometimes I just can not,
2) Take back the last corridor of Danzig.
You will know what he preferred to deal with today while reading.
I'm not saying that blogs are useless and conceited of their prosthesis spermacchiata tonitruanti egotism, nor that in most cases are weak and ugly attempt to fill the void of vibrant and uncontrollable thoughts that the penis of a perfect pastor There has cruelly and unjustly sentenced on that hot morning in June of any in the back of the sacristy, between the sound of crickets and tears unheeded. I do not say, no.
But maybe I'm missing.
I wanted to say that the provision of social anxiety, this dewy flower opium giving artificial erections among the most shameful human solitude, can not be-in most cases taken up by a log-personalistic feedback from the slow and somewhat inertial.
CACC.
I wanted to see if you were attentive.
social networks like FriendFeed, Facebook and Twitter allow for a more immediate. The flashback Financo can be immediate. The blog no. The blog, unless you are the attention whores who climbed on the cock of a Roma who breeds fighting dogs while being filmed for two seconds by Valerio Staffelli (85.7% of bloggers according to the latest ISTAT), is a tool than a minimum complex.
You may have noticed as a bit 'of time, for a number of comments than five on a blog that is not cursed by misfortune of a number of daily visits over twelve billion, it is necessary to
) reveals that its mother is the cause of the death of Alberto Castagna blowjob suck because its is so legendary that it is the real cause of the collapse of the Berlin Wall. And in this speech nominate Wojtyla.
b) To insult a blogger superfamoso, citing a lot of other bloggers, then revalued in the meantime, then insult him in while, then play on the table a resounding supercazzola a naiveté that would be lovely if we were in an English drawing room on the threshold the launch of the Titanic. It see a good example here, thanks to Shoeshine, and a feedback here, my boyfriend pucci pucci Livefast with which the second part of the blogosphere, we make the blowjob alone.
way, blogosphere (hello how are you) can happen when you cock. But you have fun, I know, it's hard. And courage. Pure 'is the day you stunned.
c) Posting your vagina while eating an apple.
d) reveals that their mother does the blowjob with suction that seem ridiculous to you, since you've uncorked with Iceland and Europe worried.
e) die from a serious illness. O stand for. And write.
The language of blogs is inherently propaganda, acclaimed, often populisitica and ragged. Exceptions can be counted on the fingers of an Afghan.
But it is still a language to compose, often divorced from connections requesting supplementary knowledge about the community district. Put simply, you can understand this post even without being aware of the fact that the bloggers who are up here by clicking on "next blog" has a son named Ophelia had one of Barcellona Pozzo di Gotto viado with a single ball. Instead
on other social networks, a speech event like this "Indeed is bound to take place":
"lulz! :::))): D Luisina KE is pregnant comm. like that time at the SUGOCAMP habbo bbracciata UNDER THE WHISTLE "
Now, the fact that to sustain the systemic impact of the attribution of roles should be structured around a pseudosocietà places more or less common and human figures among the most diverse and distinct (eg the village idiot, the fool, the ignorant, the vulgar, the lazy, the mediocre, the fascist, simply, the demented, the syphilitic, the repressed fag, the priest, the priest queer repressed, the stupid insane syphilitic ignorant vulgar mediocre lazy fag repressed fascist priest, or people on the other side as the village idiot, the fool, the ignorant, the vulgar, the lazy, the mediocre and so etc.), however, makes it all a bit 'sad, humanly reprehensible and disgustingly depressing.
why step up there so long.
No. I wanted you to know that.
