Sunday, August 29, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Kate's Playground Full Sets
And do not be a star, it's Such a drag Take care of yourself
,
don't begin to lag It's a hard life to live, so live it well I'll be your friend
AND NOT in pretend
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Mount&blade The Wedding Dance
новая работа ..
настоящая и серьезная
приглашение на фотосессию в качестве фотохудожника
первая короткометражная работа оказалась дерьмом
Мои друзья всегда идут по жизни маршем. и остановки только у пивных ларьков ..
I am fine with out you
сбило с нарезки так, что не спала пару ночей.sort of like on Rock-N-rolschika
5 am's grimace
soon on the scene, baby ....
cowardly think about autumn
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sale Campervan Scotland Reunion
S good to everyone again!
not know that I spend time here. The truth is that from which I moved, over the weekend, and other little things I forget I have finished some of the blog.
amnesia problems aside, I wanted to relate a scene I saw the other day at a restaurant called Banana Jack, I like to go from time to time, serving burgers whose size makes the Bic Mac of McDonald's not only a Happy Meal paltry next to the 'nasty' the Banana Jack.
As I commented, it was in this place where I had the opportunity to witness something that caught my attention. I discover
ba I ducking the body a huge amount of meat and bread (osease, a piece of hamburger), when three gentlemen came prowling the six decades old, and sat at the table opposite mine .
The first thing I found odd was that one of them was an eye patch, long hair (though bald) and arm full of tattoos. The other two went more unnoticed, although it was possible to see the odd tattoo. They were not very high, but strong, and, as age does not forgive, something round.
For gestures, speech, and attitude in general, for some reason, my first thought was that it was a group of friends not seen hacand time. My suspicions were 'confirmed' (I can not say anything without talking to the protagonists of the story, but I'd say that my suspicions were confirmed) when the individuals in question called for a waitress to ask for a bottle of wine. As you can see, there is a burger either. To learn the almighty McDonald's or Burger King: waitresses and wine. Say that the bottle of wine made me reaffirm my belief that the three friends were rediscovering, because it is quite unusual order wine to accompany a burger, so I thought the occasion deserved , a. And my mind wandered and wandered, and I decided to invent ashort story, the three friends were reunited after a long period of time.
As I had nothing to do while devouring my dish, I watched as the individuals in question burst out laughing, showing his teeth, tongue, esophagus and stomach.
Among the bottle of wine, one long hair, tattoos of all, the laughter and noise, especially the patch, for a few seconds my mind created a small film, a short film. And three friends were not only turning to see after a long time, but three marines, or even better, pirates.
After laughing at myself inside, Call & eacuyou, to the waitress to ask for the bill, paid up, and went home thinking about the scene he had just witnessed. The truth, sometimes it's good to be alone and enjoy what people around us shows us and offers involuntarily.
not know that I spend time here. The truth is that from which I moved, over the weekend, and other little things I forget I have finished some of the blog.
amnesia problems aside, I wanted to relate a scene I saw the other day at a restaurant called Banana Jack, I like to go from time to time, serving burgers whose size makes the Bic Mac of McDonald's not only a Happy Meal paltry next to the 'nasty' the Banana Jack.
As I commented, it was in this place where I had the opportunity to witness something that caught my attention. I discover
ba I ducking the body a huge amount of meat and bread (osease, a piece of hamburger), when three gentlemen came prowling the six decades old, and sat at the table opposite mine .
The first thing I found odd was that one of them was an eye patch, long hair (though bald) and arm full of tattoos. The other two went more unnoticed, although it was possible to see the odd tattoo. They were not very high, but strong, and, as age does not forgive, something round.
For gestures, speech, and attitude in general, for some reason, my first thought was that it was a group of friends not seen hacand time. My suspicions were 'confirmed' (I can not say anything without talking to the protagonists of the story, but I'd say that my suspicions were confirmed) when the individuals in question called for a waitress to ask for a bottle of wine. As you can see, there is a burger either. To learn the almighty McDonald's or Burger King: waitresses and wine. Say that the bottle of wine made me reaffirm my belief that the three friends were rediscovering, because it is quite unusual order wine to accompany a burger, so I thought the occasion deserved , a. And my mind wandered and wandered, and I decided to invent ashort story, the three friends were reunited after a long period of time.
As I had nothing to do while devouring my dish, I watched as the individuals in question burst out laughing, showing his teeth, tongue, esophagus and stomach.
Among the bottle of wine, one long hair, tattoos of all, the laughter and noise, especially the patch, for a few seconds my mind created a small film, a short film. And three friends were not only turning to see after a long time, but three marines, or even better, pirates.
After laughing at myself inside, Call & eacuyou, to the waitress to ask for the bill, paid up, and went home thinking about the scene he had just witnessed. The truth, sometimes it's good to be alone and enjoy what people around us shows us and offers involuntarily.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Sample Welcome For Church Welcome
Hi to everyone!
Today I leave the hostel. A friend has offered me a room in your floor that stays open a couple of weeks, so as of today no longer sleep in the same room with seven people!
Still, I'm sorry to go. For me it was a fantastic opportunity to meet people. In fact, I would not have been the same if I had not lived here. Wash clothing, sharing a room with many people, waking every few minutes because someone makes noise in the room, sleeping in a bunk where one is twice larger than the mattress, to queue for the ban , or watching a movie in portuguésy having to change
Today I leave the hostel. A friend has offered me a room in your floor that stays open a couple of weeks, so as of today no longer sleep in the same room with seven people!
Still, I'm sorry to go. For me it was a fantastic opportunity to meet people. In fact, I would not have been the same if I had not lived here. Wash clothing, sharing a room with many people, waking every few minutes because someone makes noise in the room, sleeping in a bunk where one is twice larger than the mattress, to queue for the ban , or watching a movie in portuguésy having to change
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