Shiny Gold Soul Silver Translation

Tango me my bike helmet U_U

Well, that, in my work I have won and I'm a little sick, joe ........ My dear old
how good times have given me and so many trips we made togheter now you have taken from me. Hopefully
find a diaa a replacement for your size that you honor them was my helmet ............. T_T

Leica Great Beginners Camera Panasonic

My first time ^ _ ^ U


Well this is the first time I do this , usease I do a journal of these and such will not lol.
Well today is only a test to see if all goes well, welcome all to this my little corner where I'll talk a little more of me.
Mother, where I have been?

A picture that makes sense for me and that has meant so much, the madness lives in every one of us.

Camry Windshield Washer Refill

neighbors

"I meet all your fantasies without you wear red"

I wrote this in a message that came to my cell.

I read it several times until I realized that the number was yours.

you'd be really? Some

hoax?

That message will be generated by a robot taking your number and sent me these lines and then sell me a dirty look to a sauna?

I've erred in choosing the number or the name of your agenda? Both a

possibility as the other means that I still have my number in the phonebook in your phone.

So why you deleted me from your list of contacts in chat?

not understand! I do not understand! I do not understand!

"I meet all your fantasies without you wear red"

For any man, such a phrase would open the doors to all repressed fantasies thousand times. I just expected those words from the woman who most desire.

eye, I said the I love most. That is another matter.

is why such a phrase is part of the classifieds. Although not included that part of "no you wear red." That's just what you might say you.

The last time I saw you were wearing a tight skirt. Neither too long nor too short. As always, you were radiant, even provocative. Walked in front of me, and your body movement seduced me, urging me take you by the waist. Cleared to fix your long hair in the mirror of the elevator.

I saw you walk away towards the avenue. Do not you turned and I lost sight of. Before going back to the floor, my cell phone started as a few moments ago.

"Later we talked, I send message"

That was last summer ... last summer? Today

cold grips me as I walk along the shore of this lake endless. Surely you were wrong number to send the message.

"I meet all your fantasies without you wear red"

"Do you want to delete the message?"

yes

This message is not for me.