Monday, January 4, 2010

I have a neighbor who drives me crazy. Since I learned of its existence without living in me alive. In winter and autumn mesh protects the meat adjusted to enhance their already solid forms. In early spring dares miniskirts with tousled

I have a neighbor who drives me crazy. Since I learned of its existence without living in me alive.

In winter and autumn mesh protects the meat adjusted to enhance their already solid forms. In early spring dares miniskirts with troublemakers and summer, alas, falls at sunbathe in your blessed garden, almost like the creator brought to the world, now with bright yellow bikini, now with the marroncito printing.

He studied economics has been go-go girl in various nightclubs and even was a finalist in several beauty contests. All this I know by her younger sister, Marta, a pert little girl instead of having inherited the glorious butts of their inbred, seems to have overtaken the prodigious snout of his beloved father.

Louise, it's called my neighbor picked me up one day with his car on the way to the bus stop. I told him I was reading comics, playing a little role, that my life was the computer that my family abused me mentally, finally, my life, while fleetingly imagined to myself how to stop that vehicle stop at any corner of the road and getting blackmailed me forcing me to carry all sorts of sexual misdeeds in his impenetrable body, in exchange for not leaving me lying on that hidden road.

Nothing happened, of course. Bodybuilder boyfriend now has a responsible student, worker ... in future, come on. I'm just waiting for the summer and show it to my friends through the window of my room, to film the video with Sony of my ancestors, to set aside the curtains of the room to see how it scours the terrace of his house (pure lust in movement) ...

Either that, or sister to grow, learn the wonders of surgical removal and ends in me seeing the figure of his first young love, giving a total consuming passion. Most incredible things have happened.

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