what I said last time? I love billy?
I hate to say instead of billy.
well, maybe I would love more of the ice cream (with all that ice cream I do not like and I hate that your hands are wet) if the leaders were not of dicks in the ass (to put it so).
'm already thinking about an exit spectacular to me that leaving the ice cream on a Saturday afternoon in front of angry hordes of tourists who want an ice cream. things like that.
perhaps this is the usual problem of apple with the authorities in general.
've got to ... uhm ... from elementary, I think.
ah, speaking of authority, I would like to renew my congratulations to all those who voted for our mayor, sheriff.
including eg the boyfriend of my friend who graduated last week.
why hear hear-to-order of the mayor hours can no longer celebrate the graduates. Transvestism
nothing too far, no throwing of eggs in the flower beds even abandoned, even above the nylon sheets, even if the eggs you slip into the shirt and you end up in drawers. no no. and attentive to what you drink!
in practice, they tried to get rid of homeless people and tourists sprawled, and now they also try to get rid of Verona.
but passed.
last Friday, as I mentioned to someone, I made a spectacle in the square island with my drunkenness.
renewing our thanks to all those who attended and helped me, I take this opportunity to give you graphic testimony.
that where am I-just-pretend to throw up before being able to sleep, while his friend g. astride stops me.
because, according to the friend anon-san, lie on the ground in my head had produced a frightful noise and "I thought I was dead."
had been so long since I olfavo so. Oh well, not to hold us to feel bad.
but has made me think, and I concluded that the last series were olfaction in Tokyo.
so I'm going to remember and riproporvi the following episodes:
(olfaction embarrassing scenes of the century and the millennium. Damn you and your camera, beu!)
(Dawn on the train! nausea! THE PANDORO !!!!)
(the sense of estrangement and the illuminations of the Shinjuku Southern terrace ... that cardboard
of Umeshu is finished on the back cover of my CD "apple in japan)
hope, friends, that the complaint is sufficient to preserve your privacy.
not speak much of your identity, but rather the faces of alcoholics that I do not want to spread the web.
've already told you that I hate ice cream?
I can not wait to pay.
