Since the summer began to emerge timidly
-rays through the clouds partially heated narrow streets between ramshackle buildings, the expectant male pheromone-started to spike. I'm afraid
summer arrives in full, throbbing heat
which crush the crossroads of streets
and thereby ensure the looks of those "macho men" who spend the day posted, indolent,
on each side of streets disoriented. Some guys
embedded in a double pillow in the shredder residue, an unusual action in a neighborhood that transcends even the most miserable piece of wood. The cover, of stars, clean, fill, first, not pellets or roughness or synthetic malformations. The brand new pillow is reluctant to be swallowed by the putrid mouth of the crusher, but they persevere, tenacious in completing such an arduous process. Before emancipated
never imagined that pillows are not cheap pas ...
All eyes become suspicious (or veiled by burning "pheromones" male ") after the disposal of the pillow butterfly in the street.
One, two, three pregnant.
how they affect the stabbing sirens?
The continuous ringing, the smell whiffs of shit?
The suspects trails fringed streets inherent to the pavement, in spite of the great men (and Promujeres) of the BCneta?
Now I have time I would also like pasearme with a good kick. How
said Maria de Medeiros in pulp fiction,
The swollen tummies are sexy.
