(At this, the Navy family is not tomorrow's old will be found that children as magnets on the photo.'s Fault lax upbringing surimi, necessarily)
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Hello is Josie.
Yes, yes, that's me.
(normally follows a thunder of applause)
Phew. I looked a little blog at Navy, Josiane category, since you know when I wrote po? For over a year, name of a crack pipe.
Blame it on the author of this blog, she locked me in his broom closet, the monster. And since it's almost never the household, she has forgotten me. Dirt! Since she had a ticket to 40 comments, she feels, the tchorgnasse. Ah, I've heard of green and breadcrumbs in his closet.
I missed, stuff from the time. I missed the birth of his little second, I was employed to put my nose into his Swiffers. At the same time there is nothing to cry or spit mashed carrots is not super-exciting as more activity. I am over it, fortunately.
And it seems that the signs of the horoscope have changed, duffer. All the horoscopes that I had made are completely false, it just eats me to think, given the amount of birch that I shot for that.
And then I heard John Chou it said not long ago that he would eventually stand the AS Monaco. His good wife she said "you talk of a bear is precisely in difficult times What should stay," and Ben finally appears to be that Monaco has a new coach, and apparently that's good. But it was not a good name to inspire the team. I think we will ever do better than "Deschamps is the Abbe-Deschamps.
Phew, I missed the headlines. And then I
a lot of advice you provide in sexology, too. With the fantasy in you want in here, new techniques of the Kama Sutra that I had learned in training 15 years ago from the time Nadine Morano still assumed to be Tantra teacher in Lower kidney. And then I would get a guest clarinetist renowned Herve Morin, who would make fun stuff in New Center with his instrument. Duh, missed it this time.
is not a year and a half in his dressing room to mops, to another, I could feel my methods, eh. except of course with his broom, but that's my business.
Readers, when I think about it, I tear. And that little girls with the blogger, there was no neck all the four. I do not remember, in the mountains, we farted grasshoppers legs to keep them always close to us. Me, my specialty was Instead of salt the slugs, to see.
And now, with the I-Phone, the new technologies as they say, it was nice to communicate, we communicate more bin (I know it dared point of view, but accept. I think it Seguela philosopher who said that one day, in ancient times).
I even heard Elton John had a child with her husband. It shocks me, but it shocks me!
Another English that makes a kid! We should simply prohibit Angliches reproduce. Normally marriage is a love between two people to reproduce. I know, God never said it was for the English, this rule! It's still the ugliest people in the world, according to statistics I've known quite forgotten. It's not for nothing! You know he bought an apartment attached to his own to put the kid, and that it be raised by nannies? Ah well at least it will not bothered by the crying of night, eh! Ah, these English ... the poor will be fed haggis and fish and chips ... it is disgusting to him. They thought about his future, his parents? The right to a child! the right to a child! And child, he was asked his opinion of him? You think he'll be happy, English? Alongside all its little buddies nationalities normal, it will not have trouble in life? Just thinking about it I hate. It seems the United States there are already too many ... and they do not have a childhood more difficult than others. I see it! I can already imagine, the poor, forced to ghettoize, going to bars in English, so that with English, and worse, to announce to his friends, his parents, his supervisors, that it is, too, English, and unfortunately it does not feel really good with the English! (People who say it is not genetic, I think not)
That's why I fortunately managed to get out of the closet at the other. (Yes there was a handle on the inside and got a knock, I refuse to touch the handles that I know if I can not wash my hands afterwards. And its products are household brand that I know-it's another fake-I preferred to wait until someone opens the closet itself, even wait a little bit longer).
And besides, you know, it hurts me, too, is thinking about the number of Euro-million jackpots that I missed connections. I hear it, the other to get in loop Cyril Féraud Lotto (yes, it's a noble) way into her living room ... If I could play, I will not say I could purchase the group Chanel just to get free samples. Not the Josiane bitch. Or even buy
favorite footballer Jean-Chou (he's nice, him) to put it in his living room like that to look pretty. At least he could keep the discussion foute with him, because Navy, if you had seen! It is zero, but no! No general culture. Instead it prefers to rehabilitate his perineum, read recipes beef (Boris Meat, never heard of it) or do other stuff nebulous kind Flanby give his kid.
I in his place, his kid, I register illico in intelligent extra-curricular activity, for a little boost. Kind of mini-miss during Wednesday afternoon, or lessons that we teach him some tricks to make a day of the Berlusconi family (what a great family). She anyway has Italian blood, we should look to not spoil it by finishing with an Englishman.
I tell you, it was too big-headed, his mother.
So, I had missed? You saw it anyway has another mouth this blog, when I take a little hand, huh?
I come back soon cocklicots.
* Herta
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