1. That time is shit. You can just take the piss, so needless to note that the frequency is close to "very often". Get a picture of when I was about 6 or 7 years old, you can remember what has happened since then, with some historical accuracy, with a certain order? Well, I did not. I do not know where the hell I was and what I did in the meantime I've become 29 year old. I could rebuild a few years back, one or two but not more. With the help of the pictures I could get an extra effort and up to three or four. A bit 'fuzzy probably.
I believe that every fault is attributable to the passage of time. It 's a perfect scapegoat for those who did not missed a shot. And this is why we have a love-hate relationship quite another.
2. That there will always, always say, in all circumstances, some or which is more pussy / or you, the more good or you, as all of you that can do what you-but-no. And you will always be angry as hell. And you'll be getting a little 'to roderti the liver. Even if you tell it. Even if you do as the fox, the grape, in the end, perhaps not so mature. Even if you say it's not that everyone is great stuff.
Now, the loyal female duty requires me to unleash the most deadly wrath of hell when it comes to envy (if the subject is dell'incazzatura woman - and if the woman is also a great pussy is dead) and that of admiration ( if the subject is man - and if the man is also a great cool you are dead, heterosexual admirer, drowned in a sea of \u200b\u200bslime). But then 'I think and I say that envy is not a dick, the better' admiration, which is a bit 'more constructive (what a fucking diplomacy!), Even if the person in question is a woman, thus more tiring, admiration. Maybe you know how it goes, you do reveal some secrets. And if I were not
achieve it, nothing, sfidala Twister. That each has its strengths (you always ask them at the talks, we must be ready with practical examples. Although, often, the first three stories crap that pops into your mind, which do not concern you at all, but thou hast by sell well).
3. That the ranking of the books "most read" generally includes books that make shit. Or rather, those who like a lot of people who read only that book there, until the following Christmas, when her aunt, tired of giving the usual flammable acrylic fleece khaki, will be expected to give the Sequel "cooked and eaten" together with "3 feet above the sky" (as you say to your or girlfriend / or "I died for you", while the / prepare him an omelette with uuuuuòva. Thanks Auntie, how would I do without your amazing ideas).
Ps. It must be, this, the first Christmas where I do not see in the windows of the library a book by Fabio Volo. Not happened since 2001.
Pps. The Bignardi But the subject. Although the Karma which has the heavy. And then she married a pen genius, Luca Sofri.
4. That in 13 years you have to play with dolls. What else, you will prospect of a difficult adolescence. Or do you prevent children from growing. Or go blind. One of the three. One thing that troubles me: I am 13 years I was still playing with Barbie and Ken (questions about their alleged dubious dynamics coupling, in terms of conformation genital seemed almost identical). For
in my day, have 13 years meant that the most 'scandalous that you happened to do with "one of the boys" was the spin the bottle. The language was optional. That was still a mess, there was to understand the correct technique, to make everything as it should be done. (A part of the hoof of the school, which felt fantastic legends - almost always corresponded to the truth - that he would reach with them until their thirties and beyond: she put her tongue there, and beyond. Gaining stable position erotic male imagery. Imaginary by Cabinet, to be precise).
After reading "100 brush strokes" (yes, I know, it was ranked "most read" but I wanted to see where it comes from a 14 year old now, light years from my time - those on scooters in pairs, at most one Cannetta, years where the most ridiculous dance history was to Mauro Repetto North West South East). I realized after the first 3 pages, that things have changed: Melissa P does not go on a motorbike in two, the 883 does not dance and sing "The Wanderer" to the Park Roncolo: gets fucked by an infinite number of indefinite and humans. Friend, friend of a friend, a friend of his brother, cousin and friend of his cousin, also with the other, a friend of his cousin. I do not remember if all together or separately. A brothel. Stuff to lose count (with the help effective than any LSD). Under whose turn it is.
Now, my rod is not moralism, but I say, a minimum of meaning to sex must also give it to him, no!? And in 14 years you're not in a position, you do not have a minimal awareness. Especially if you're a woman, you protect your vagina (use the scientific term) of them lack, which the price is a little higher: if you're lucky, you caught up in that issue as old as the world-she slut / him the cool of the situation (okay, this patience, than getting caught by a nickname or some suggestive peek of what they can do only those who know the facts - that's why women love men discrete). If you go wrong, it is because you're convinced they can win a man (only) as well. And give it away random is one of the biggest deterrents to win. What would you like to pick on really bad, if you are also his best friend or his brother. You know.
If you're 14 and you happen to Damon Albarn front gate all that I wrote in point number 4. For hypothetical consistency.
5. That women, among them, are struggling to find moments of playful rough aggregation of physical and sensory impact: being increasingly angry mood-metereopatico-reported, with nature tended victim, do not understand that it takes very little for fun, for women, together. And the greatest reward at the end of the day might be a little bit more than the last episode of Sex & The City.
Men are Bar, the game of football, tennis, Risk, Subbuteo, poker, fantasy football, the tests with the band, fancazzismo, ProEvolutionSoccer, beer. And they are not lies. They are events that you can not lose, end of the world.
women together make shopping, Christmas dinner and the course of pilates. Cheppppalle.
Where there is no offspring to change priorities, if women could put in a good group to organize something fun that is not only the bride's bachelorette party, but also something fundamentally more ignorant and useless, the world would be a better place. We, I and my friends, going to go rafting, for example, we have contributed to saving the planet. In the handbook insert: have fun, do not break / rsi his balls and - if the group of women looking beautiful - to track the men, who always have fun with them (okay, here is an easy joke, but I will not change the sentence. What Melissa writes absolves me from any risk of excess). Even at the stage of derby day, guaranteed.
Ps. Nothing to do, but disagreements about gender, I this song, it's always very funny.
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