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(• illustration added to support the claim by Mr. Bridges and the intensity of his moodiness and FOR Graeter JUSTY too, although not, even with the detachment *)
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friendly and the evening of 12 Folichon February 2002 April 1997, was seen throughout all regions of the corner, a pale halo of light venture into deep recesses of territories happy meals, by all regions and telescopes , outraged breach so clear agreements on the ambient light. The cause of the halo as full as a cornucopia (who do not yet form) was the grand reception at the palace of Versailles, ladies and gentlemen (castle) (but yes, the children also went there), reserved for Occasionally, beds of tulips and an arsenal of things conducive to explode with happiness Amber the heart and lungs of people passing by pa r conducted specifically for the marriage of the Lady Domitilla auburn Sketch and beardless and moderately large Sieur Raphael Tabulon, conducted with great fanfare because, as expressed in the moment with his usual verve and honor the Father Simon Tralala, jovial priest at the forefront of théochnologie Ecclesiastes: verily, verily I say unto you, these people are richer than entire Dubai this which is probably false and indeed more than likely a lie by exaggeration, but let them talk and hear when it's a respectable member of the Church (the question is whether the phrase is redundant) that the announcement (perhaps it was a parable), even under the influence of half-whiskey declared blessed and chips stamped corpus christi barbecue sauce (CORPUS CHIPSI went bankrupt, but its products are gaining that allowed amateurs to find , barely changed, in other cutters potatoes), for verily, verily he tells us again, damn can not lie . There was, amen, and everything stays pretty quiet for some time despite the occasional off-nonsense feasting and feasting shimmering throughout the night and even until mornings when the fat come to an end, as for breaking terms and hangovers, a satisfactory set of events, led by a procession of sexcapades exhausting and if found carrying a fetus, among bridesmaids and members of choir of Gregorian chant, some clever young lovers fiesta bamboula and outside the spheres of family and family Tabulon Sketch mingled into the crowd from the start, happy to have their gear ready for a quick genital employment under the robes white (everyone knows that marriage is, for who knows how and insofar as it is Marriage not a monster, a sacred occasion orgy) uniform religious and many other things that are part of a ceremony marking a successful and colorful stone as a strawberry ice cream in the thing Highway remembering who pledged to drink more than usual jokers and sensual force dragging events in her train as does that of the bride, little happened until a few worthy and even tell us quite disturbing. But if going the next night, the one after, perhaps, they still know how to sleep, everything will be fine.
Our dear friend Father Simon Tralala, after issuing his thoughts on the state of wealth of any young couple Tabulon and by extension (or intension) of the two families went dégobiller in a grove with other smeared bellies, and rinse its deficiencies by petting abstinence from buttocks felt a tiny fraction of that spent in the area of their arm span haggard. It is interesting to note that this happens early in the big meal, ordered around the gardens, while the game of the day dedicated to religion just ended in an explosion sound and the banquet begins to see their entries in the mists of an appetizer for five hours. Domitilla just Tabulon, born Sketches, with stairs down from the grandiose probably made her dress ass skin of an animal in danger of extinction, bleached for the occasion, accom panied proud of Raphael and his scepter as wrought that of a grand vizier, which he strikes the coating tapissaire steps, the couple hand in hand in the center of a row guests very expressive, the left side (relative to the couple) begins to evaporate to go running in grass and doing idiots in the wide and spaced basins, is chasing and throwing antlers as if they were in Mario Kart.
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(was apparently written on July 4 evening. Not reviewed but after about 27,000 words of adventures in which Heather Graham and others, including a woman who wears a pseudonym of Flaubert and another wrestler who eat prawns, fight against a strange amateur female flesh (the vile P. Chaussouris, cited here), in which a woman tries unsuccessfully to commit suicide in which a man the semi-pseudonym Asian turn into sea lions (yes, I know), in which Heather Graham and Chaussouris shameful make jokes about blacks and lesbians, perhaps a bit on the Jews, in which the young fashion reporter Corinne Bourbonnois wondered why, said Roman numerals, 999 is written and not CMXCIX IC; many short women, and pretty often)
(the epigraph is added today, for the simple joy of the add and the pun in note below)
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