qué estabas haciendo el 12 de agosto del 2007?
estaba cortando en pedacitos al moishe de mi vida, para luego disecarlo y ponerlo en un vial, forever close to my heart ...
bid, I confessed all.
W is a great friend, especially when he does get to confession as confesatoria, and then it loses that solemn gravity that prevents a natural story, a narrative relaxed. With W it is simply pesadisllesco daily adventure. W
always welcomes you into his pajamas, or something even has its semi pajamas sexy clothes, or a halo piyamesco flutters her eye, and then even stomp on the knee boots, forget it, that woman is in the sauce, this woman does not care, that woman is in pajamas.
And I used something, you butt and encourages the statement "Stop fooling around, smoke a fag "or" instead of doing that smoke a fag "and while talking about something else, you strip:
boluda Ah, double tachame!
has eaten two men and has not gone farther, that is the virtue of my W. The story falters in enjoyment and pleasure, but glows and brash humor.
Weeks later confesses that after the bar they all went to his house, which took all night and when it ended was kind of accompany the Inspector Gadget to San Juan and Solis to buy more, at 11 am did not seem at all unreasonable. That was sweet Inspector Gadget, which left a tender letter: "Do not worry, do not be evil, do not mates "because W had admitted on a whim recurrent suicidal. He insisted on the divinity of this man that left him spirits through the archaic system of letters ... The message concluded "Everything will be fine tomorrow ... and give you back the $ 100"
I confess I do not know if I write or I was lucky to have wonderful friends transcribe them.
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