We have reached the third chapter of eternal love. It seems the Shrek saga, then I have to roll up our sleeves to find a final chapter. Let's see what I can handle today. The plastic flowers, no. The ungrammatical sentences, no. The betrayals, no.Qualcosa different. Stories already written, but too short to be treated themselves.
12enni
is born, grows, develops ... run, do more sex than me, before I die.
Because that's how it works, the kids are having sex, most parents would add. Twelve years, the first pubic hair for the more fortunate, first received oral sex from at least 6 months. Stuff that I was twelve I had no sexual interest, I was there, playing Tomb Raider and even looked The sculpted seat of Lara Croft. And even my peers combined nothing, the most pressure I had ever seen at the time, was a snog in front of everyone at the end of lessons. Not now, not push the thing that you see in schools is a fellatio between classes at another classmate. Are you crazy? This obsession with
forge ahead just do not understand, what is beautiful in arriving at thirty, with the sexual desire of your great-grandfather in a coma? With the experiences of a pornographic actor achieved in the first year of high school, for more. Give it some time, do not be hasty, which is good for nothing, calm down. Dear boys and girls
care, indeed, boys and girls, try not to calarvi underpants twelve, count up to ten thousand, one, two, three, lift his hands from his pants, four, five, six, seven, put my pants, eight, nine, ten, pick up and play gormiti, eleven, twelve, thirteen, expects to have an age appropriate, fourteen, fifteen ...
Do not listen to clichés:-eh, if you have sex at 12 years you still do not out--have you done anything? But six-decrepit-You never got in your mouth?! You have 13 years, if you do not now when you do, when you have a mature age to decide? --What? Have not you ever make out? I'm 12 I had already sucks your aunt-
Albano and Romina
I have never endured the sentimental couples. There's nothing to do, make me the milk in the knees, I want to tear out an eye and run by way of threat. What a shock!
There are various types of couples sickly sweet, sentimental ones, the ones who talk like Albano and Romina, future operations, inventing nicknames pucciosi, remaining in step with the times: -You're my CPU and I'm your video card.
Or sophisticated ones:-You are sturgeon egg sandwich on my love .-
Physicians: -We are like a tourniquet and the arm-
mechanics: Six- my distributor and I am your candle .-
But the worst are those religious -You are my crucifix and I'll .-
your nails short, an absurd stuff that makes you think if you're the one with problems, or if they are. BUT, it gets worse. It gets worse. There are those obnoxious couples who are called every 5 minutes, those couples so sickly sweet that you just look at them from sprouting brufoloni nutella. They are a race
protected, as the panda. Only that pandas inspire affection and tenderness, the couples hateful violence and inspire affection ... yes, love, the verb "to chop, you love your brain! I mean, you're forced to show up for 27 hours 24 your love to the world? There is really needed?
Maybe you're out with friends, strangely her she is not there and he is there with you, but does not speak, do not eat, can not walk. What will it do so? SMS writes to his beloved. Not riuscitate to be apart for two hours? There is so difficult?
The best thing is when you leave, I usually I like to hear if they have been in contact.
-Look, but with Valkyrie? How are you? -
-Well, we broke up. She's a bitch .-
But how? It was not your loving Spinning pitipù-patapà? Eh, consistency, and in love just does not exist.
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