Every day at 16:18 a look of perpetual sunshine blinded me through the office windows, even when it 'cloud. This is' a law of survival. And after I survived the evening of Monday, 'I want to invent a love story ended well. Not going to happen 'never.
Me .. Quentin ... Marco ... and ... Uma.
Once upon a time in Ticino near Pavia lived a single mother with two children abandoned by her husband, her name was Uma. Thurman. Shared the tiny apartment with his friend, marriage registration, the Quentin Taratola. Quentin for my friends. Tarantino for others. The two were always broke, loveless and unhappy. One day in early spring, while the two were going to the tattered second-hand market to buy rags of the poor third-hand at the traffic lights Uma was hit by a shimmering red shiny convertible. The driver Marco, fully dressed in Dolce Gabbana, Gabbana with chunks in baggage door, got out and ran to see what had happened. When he saw the girl on the sidewalk undone, its eyes filled with tears. It was beautiful. The port 'to the hospital and while his friend Quentin wanted to report it, Marco tried to convince him not to do it,' cause he did it to spare the corpse Gabbana car. Cosi 'name' Alice, Ellis, that 'I am the narrator, I was momentarily at a funeral disguised as a priest. I was going to blow me, after my 50th attempt at suicide, was officially entered in a terrorist group called "No there is 'nothing' is 'Allah'. I arrived breathless and always dressed as a priest while Quentin shouted and screamed in his face with Mark, I in my class bishop enters the scene. Quentin allergic to priests stopped immediately pull down 'Madonna and calmed down'. We entered all three in the hospital and I went to the bathroom in the toilet of the men (of course). By 'Quentin also close to me and began to pee'. Of course, nobody here and 'fool, I began to watch him unbuttoned his pants. At that after a couple of heavy slamming of a slut Madonna lashes enunciai nothing short of blasphemous. He turned around 'with a face like a corpse, a priest who' was there, but not gay and wanted to call security. At that, as the only way out, I tore his beard, glasses, clothes, bombs to blow up and hugged him telling me that I was just a girl with many problems, not a priest, much less a gay man. He looks at me 'eyes and kiss me' with an unprecedented passion for 55 minutes. Uma while she woke up completely broken from head to toe. Mark was at his bedside intent on massaging her foot. They looked into her eyes and I thank him, 'but he did not remember anything. Mark shot 'out of 100 red roses to magic and outline' the bed, praising her beauty very nicely. Meanwhile, Quentin and I entered, he dressed as a priest I by Quentin with a camera. And so 'all born and lived happily stoned cocaine, from morning to evening.
Nice to meet you.
Me .. Quentin ... Marco ... and ... Uma.
Once upon a time in Ticino near Pavia lived a single mother with two children abandoned by her husband, her name was Uma. Thurman. Shared the tiny apartment with his friend, marriage registration, the Quentin Taratola. Quentin for my friends. Tarantino for others. The two were always broke, loveless and unhappy. One day in early spring, while the two were going to the tattered second-hand market to buy rags of the poor third-hand at the traffic lights Uma was hit by a shimmering red shiny convertible. The driver Marco, fully dressed in Dolce Gabbana, Gabbana with chunks in baggage door, got out and ran to see what had happened. When he saw the girl on the sidewalk undone, its eyes filled with tears. It was beautiful. The port 'to the hospital and while his friend Quentin wanted to report it, Marco tried to convince him not to do it,' cause he did it to spare the corpse Gabbana car. Cosi 'name' Alice, Ellis, that 'I am the narrator, I was momentarily at a funeral disguised as a priest. I was going to blow me, after my 50th attempt at suicide, was officially entered in a terrorist group called "No there is 'nothing' is 'Allah'. I arrived breathless and always dressed as a priest while Quentin shouted and screamed in his face with Mark, I in my class bishop enters the scene. Quentin allergic to priests stopped immediately pull down 'Madonna and calmed down'. We entered all three in the hospital and I went to the bathroom in the toilet of the men (of course). By 'Quentin also close to me and began to pee'. Of course, nobody here and 'fool, I began to watch him unbuttoned his pants. At that after a couple of heavy slamming of a slut Madonna lashes enunciai nothing short of blasphemous. He turned around 'with a face like a corpse, a priest who' was there, but not gay and wanted to call security. At that, as the only way out, I tore his beard, glasses, clothes, bombs to blow up and hugged him telling me that I was just a girl with many problems, not a priest, much less a gay man. He looks at me 'eyes and kiss me' with an unprecedented passion for 55 minutes. Uma while she woke up completely broken from head to toe. Mark was at his bedside intent on massaging her foot. They looked into her eyes and I thank him, 'but he did not remember anything. Mark shot 'out of 100 red roses to magic and outline' the bed, praising her beauty very nicely. Meanwhile, Quentin and I entered, he dressed as a priest I by Quentin with a camera. And so 'all born and lived happily stoned cocaine, from morning to evening.
Nice to meet you.
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