ZZ Top La Grange Riding
Just because this song should have been on this blog long time!
(like so many others! Time ....... but it still my worst enemy!)
La Grange: name given by the Texan humor specialized institutions in which "women of easy virtue" practice their profession.
Billy Gibbons, touch bluesy guitar recognizable the first note, has never hidden from being primarily a blues man, even if these influences are rock several times with Elvis Presley (Jailhouse Rock and Viva Las Vegas). Me, someone who claims to Jailhouse Rock, obviously, could only make me vibrate the first time I've heard ......
A Calinou Daytona
Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
India Attress Boobspitchers
Mantes Do Not me ...
... Because we are connected ...
I was so often treated mantle-religious in my life ....., I could only pay tribute to him one day! hihihi !
same time, a male who continues to send sperm and copulate, even after having his head cut off! , He deserves to live well? hihihi!
I do not know what attracts them in my garden, but I really! That they are protected species of insects in Ile-de-France ...
I should have put this on my blog at the end of summer, but like all the time taken by the time .............
It is very unfortunate that I can put much bigger picture on this site (or at least I do not know still do) because I do not know whether you will succeed to do something!
This exceptional phenomenon for me - oh yeah! yet! hihihi! I am in constant awe of nature! and yet I am not trendy insect, but there still ..... -: § CHILDBIRTH of a manta-RELIGIOUS §
And contrary to popular belief, it is not just for women than it is long!
admit even myself bored at times ........ but it was worth it!
She had decided to give birth on my honeysuckle in the magical glow. Her belly swelled and deflated. She put all her energy slowly ..... As a film in slow motion, or rather a documentary on athletes in slow motion, very weird feeling like .... And she tried to protect themselves by attacking me, so I was forced to do more than observe from a distance, ashamed of him harder.
She has six successive transformations before finally reaching adulthood! A hard worker! And a perfectionist! You understand why after that, the male is still immature? hihihi!
symbol of strength like the lion, her other name is "the Tiger of Grass." Nice no?
PS: Actually, a manta "never deliver" not because it does not give rise to and almost a living being trained, but she lays.
It's just because I found the formula more romantic!
But suddenly, I had created confusion in the mind of a friend.
... Because we are connected ...
I was so often treated mantle-religious in my life ....., I could only pay tribute to him one day! hihihi !
same time, a male who continues to send sperm and copulate, even after having his head cut off! , He deserves to live well? hihihi!
I do not know what attracts them in my garden, but I really! That they are protected species of insects in Ile-de-France ...
I should have put this on my blog at the end of summer, but like all the time taken by the time .............
It is very unfortunate that I can put much bigger picture on this site (or at least I do not know still do) because I do not know whether you will succeed to do something!
This exceptional phenomenon for me - oh yeah! yet! hihihi! I am in constant awe of nature! and yet I am not trendy insect, but there still ..... -: § CHILDBIRTH of a manta-RELIGIOUS §
And contrary to popular belief, it is not just for women than it is long!
admit even myself bored at times ........ but it was worth it!
She had decided to give birth on my honeysuckle in the magical glow. Her belly swelled and deflated. She put all her energy slowly ..... As a film in slow motion, or rather a documentary on athletes in slow motion, very weird feeling like .... And she tried to protect themselves by attacking me, so I was forced to do more than observe from a distance, ashamed of him harder.
She has six successive transformations before finally reaching adulthood! A hard worker! And a perfectionist! You understand why after that, the male is still immature? hihihi!
symbol of strength like the lion, her other name is "the Tiger of Grass." Nice no?
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PS: Actually, a manta "never deliver" not because it does not give rise to and almost a living being trained, but she lays.
It's just because I found the formula more romantic!
But suddenly, I had created confusion in the mind of a friend.
Friday, November 21, 2008
Bath Accessories Lips
MOOD OF THE DAY: A Synopsis for a Wish Fulfilling that I can
What were they to come here in this warm and yet still fresh morning May, all colored, variegated, yet mine cold?
All that did not seem to bind?
Yet all knew each other.
Few, but not absent, reluctant to confide in, this rig ancient swaying like their feelings as the port of distress, but their sea legs in certainties.
What had they to hide?
They were all watching the sky to a mini-point loss, beyond the dunes, where you and I and Anne could not see anything coming!
We felt the enthusiasm, we felt the excitement, we felt the love.
We felt fear.
We felt curiosity.
One felt a common agreement .
And above all, without being able to explain it, you felt the urge to be there too, to participate, even as a hair on the soup, like hair density, the foam of the bench.
him returning from Cuba, where he stayed for 3 weeks without anyone knowing why?
It was happening to his humble apartment in Guétary on the Basque coast, a mixture of old pin-up poodle and contests.
him looking like a gentleman-burglar, however unsteadily, descended straight from his plane to Geneva.
him, proud and busy, which sells its shoes in Milan, after having drawn in a hick town from the depths of France.
He, too, commercial and old France, which was felt at once the timidity and infinite kindness
him again, uncouth, like a teddy bear long loved, no place
He was young and handsome, she an old still very beautiful.
Him with her son in her arms, she, her girlfriend.
Elle, Teen beautiful and elegant as are often mixed-bloods.
And she, the child curled, half angel / half demon.
Few women among these Xy.
him like a shadow of the past
Or He who wondered why, ultimately, he was there He, too, he of the last hour .... And
him with long hair, like Noah in the midst of others, a big tomcat confident in her arms, yet above the water .... (Which one is the wiser? Have I requested)
And I watched all this from far, far away .........
And I, who wanted to know ........
And even those who had stood by the move set the sky.
And suddenly ...... , Engine noise!
But they do not look at the Sea Basin. Neither the ocean. But the sky!
A glittering cloud. Sunny glasses that rise. Bubbles at the top and bottom. Then again
engine noise. But the boat this time. Then nothing
........ ........ A high vacuum. A heavy silence. They were all gone.
Where?
Why?
I had not seen anyone give signal?
everything happened so fast!
I decided to learn more.
No. It was not the end of a star: just a native son who returns home at last.
A sandwich-tern, "I later learned, laughed and I left too.
Perhaps it was this? who laughed the last time?
Wedged between the Indian and World New Orleans off-season.
For P.
PS: I know that the synopses are normally present! Hihihi!
PS 2: Against the gossips who do not believe in Friendship
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What were they to come here in this warm and yet still fresh morning May, all colored, variegated, yet mine cold?
All that did not seem to bind?
Yet all knew each other.
Few, but not absent, reluctant to confide in, this rig ancient swaying like their feelings as the port of distress, but their sea legs in certainties.
What had they to hide?
They were all watching the sky to a mini-point loss, beyond the dunes, where you and I and Anne could not see anything coming!
We felt the enthusiasm, we felt the excitement, we felt the love.
We felt fear.
We felt curiosity.
One felt a common agreement .
And above all, without being able to explain it, you felt the urge to be there too, to participate, even as a hair on the soup, like hair density, the foam of the bench.
him returning from Cuba, where he stayed for 3 weeks without anyone knowing why?
It was happening to his humble apartment in Guétary on the Basque coast, a mixture of old pin-up poodle and contests.
him looking like a gentleman-burglar, however unsteadily, descended straight from his plane to Geneva.
him, proud and busy, which sells its shoes in Milan, after having drawn in a hick town from the depths of France.
He, too, commercial and old France, which was felt at once the timidity and infinite kindness
him again, uncouth, like a teddy bear long loved, no place
He was young and handsome, she an old still very beautiful.
Him with her son in her arms, she, her girlfriend.
Elle, Teen beautiful and elegant as are often mixed-bloods.
And she, the child curled, half angel / half demon.
Few women among these Xy.
him like a shadow of the past
Or He who wondered why, ultimately, he was there He, too, he of the last hour .... And
him with long hair, like Noah in the midst of others, a big tomcat confident in her arms, yet above the water .... (Which one is the wiser? Have I requested)
And I watched all this from far, far away .........
And I, who wanted to know ........
And even those who had stood by the move set the sky.
And suddenly ...... , Engine noise!
But they do not look at the Sea Basin. Neither the ocean. But the sky!
A glittering cloud. Sunny glasses that rise. Bubbles at the top and bottom. Then again
engine noise. But the boat this time. Then nothing
........ ........ A high vacuum. A heavy silence. They were all gone.
Where?
Why?
I had not seen anyone give signal?
everything happened so fast!
I decided to learn more.
No. It was not the end of a star: just a native son who returns home at last.
A sandwich-tern, "I later learned, laughed and I left too.
Perhaps it was this? who laughed the last time?
Wedged between the Indian and World New Orleans off-season.
For P.
PS: I know that the synopses are normally present! Hihihi!
PS 2: Against the gossips who do not believe in Friendship
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Interview Question For Equity Dealer
MOOD OF THE DAY: I lost a word ...
.... I lost a word!
I do not know if it was my pocket or my brain holes
but I actually lost!
Yet I'd tidy
Deep
For I knew that I would use it not often
But he still ended up sliding down
And even
Maybe in oblivion?
where I lost it?
Where you lose everything?
Where everything is lost?
Or was it hidden?
Like a dirty word! Fearing that we
employs
For those who use it are afraid
There is a place where he is! Someone will find it
Someone is going to ramassser
Finally ........ if not too much to bear!
If he is really too heavy,
so I did not have to worry! Someone will bring it back
Because this person did not want
And finally ......
I woke up .....
and he was there,
asked where I left off ..... Too bad we do
...... I had not even stolen!
Normal: it was neither a love note or a word
humor
This was not a good word either. Neither
a word taken lightly.
was the kind of words to give you headaches
Then I understood why, in fact, I wanted to lose
was the word .......
PERDITION
.... I lost a word!
I do not know if it was my pocket or my brain holes
but I actually lost!
Yet I'd tidy
Deep
For I knew that I would use it not often
But he still ended up sliding down
And even
Maybe in oblivion?
where I lost it?
Where you lose everything?
Where everything is lost?
Or was it hidden?
Like a dirty word! Fearing that we
employs
For those who use it are afraid
There is a place where he is! Someone will find it
Someone is going to ramassser
Finally ........ if not too much to bear!
If he is really too heavy,
so I did not have to worry! Someone will bring it back
Because this person did not want
And finally ......
I woke up .....
and he was there,
asked where I left off ..... Too bad we do
...... I had not even stolen!
Normal: it was neither a love note or a word
humor
This was not a good word either. Neither
a word taken lightly.
was the kind of words to give you headaches
Then I understood why, in fact, I wanted to lose
was the word .......
PERDITION
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