Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
What Wax Can I Use To Wax The Genital Area?
Tancred ... or how communication problems within a couple of ridiculous situations lead
Hi Audience,
Well aware of you have neglected to pursue other interests ... more profit, it comes after much Zizule adventures punctuated by regular loss of knowledge of history into shock.
Zizule it is therefore more precisely where Tourc * INGOs played Tancredi, opera Rossini, a drama ... Voltaire?
Well I have summarized the story:
"AMENAlDE Cocotte call it, is the daughter of ... king of Syracuse, I understand. It is also in love with Tancred, call it the Idiot for In short, who lives in exile.
Cocotte writing a love letter to Cretin service, anonymously, to tell him to bring his butt so that history can begin.
The Fool, really more than the con Voltaire would suggest, landed at Syracuse, also anonymously to fix everything, but without receiving the letter of Cocotte.
latter meanwhile was betrothed to the knight Orbazzano, we call Terminator, because his face seen Çe leaves no doubt. Obviously
Cocotte's hard to be convinced.
Thereupon, the little upstart will see our friend casserole for him declare his love. This one, somewhat cooled, told him to go home because her mother is banished, she can not marry him (this was the time to realize it) and that more she Terminator buttocks so he had better clear out. Him, a little annoyed, complies, but is left alone in the area in case there would be a second act.
The love letter is intercepted Casserole. Coincidentally it is interpreted up to believe that Cocotte wrote to the chief enemies. It is therefore a traitor and everyone wants to kill her, including her father but also the King of Cons, which blousing think I was one too many times.
Cocotte is sentenced to death. But the little fool who still loves him still, is its champion to challenge the Terminator and save Cocotte executioner.
Idiot kills Terminator. And here we believe that it ends. BUT NO!
Because in fact the small Crrrrrrétin he loves it that much more and is leaving no bar to the casserole after him explain it.
few days later. The
small Con is now dying all alone in the mountains because he is unhappy. Casserole seeks to ask him to get killed again because Syracuse is (again) in danger. It would also explain why and how of the letter but this dark bar Idiot leave him in time.
must also say that Tancred pours his hatred and disgust over casserole for 10 long minutes and she never found the time to let the word ... C'mon.
short, and therefore it is obviously the fool die ... and finally say it bleeds it leads us to believe that this is the last time we emm ... So is
Casserole 2 minutes to put one and explain that "bah ah yes in fact the letter was for you Twat!"
And Tancred died in his arms.
...
And Tancred resurrected, had himself crowned King and it packs Casserole and the curtain closes on a hilarious public.
... And yes
hilarious because nobody understood why Tancred supposed death suddenly taken the air of a man in ecstasy, has piqued the crown of the king to the throne ... In fact
$ Wiki pedia told me there are two possible endings to the story. And Tou * rcoing they played both ... Y
The Crazy Sticks. 
Hi Audience,
Well aware of you have neglected to pursue other interests ... more profit, it comes after much Zizule adventures punctuated by regular loss of knowledge of history into shock.
Zizule it is therefore more precisely where Tourc * INGOs played Tancredi, opera Rossini, a drama ... Voltaire?
Well I have summarized the story:
"AMENAlDE Cocotte call it, is the daughter of ... king of Syracuse, I understand. It is also in love with Tancred, call it the Idiot for In short, who lives in exile.
Cocotte writing a love letter to Cretin service, anonymously, to tell him to bring his butt so that history can begin.
The Fool, really more than the con Voltaire would suggest, landed at Syracuse, also anonymously to fix everything, but without receiving the letter of Cocotte.
latter meanwhile was betrothed to the knight Orbazzano, we call Terminator, because his face seen Çe leaves no doubt. Obviously
Cocotte's hard to be convinced.
Thereupon, the little upstart will see our friend casserole for him declare his love. This one, somewhat cooled, told him to go home because her mother is banished, she can not marry him (this was the time to realize it) and that more she Terminator buttocks so he had better clear out. Him, a little annoyed, complies, but is left alone in the area in case there would be a second act.
The love letter is intercepted Casserole. Coincidentally it is interpreted up to believe that Cocotte wrote to the chief enemies. It is therefore a traitor and everyone wants to kill her, including her father but also the King of Cons, which blousing think I was one too many times.
Cocotte is sentenced to death. But the little fool who still loves him still, is its champion to challenge the Terminator and save Cocotte executioner.
Idiot kills Terminator. And here we believe that it ends. BUT NO!
Because in fact the small Crrrrrrétin he loves it that much more and is leaving no bar to the casserole after him explain it.
few days later. The
small Con is now dying all alone in the mountains because he is unhappy. Casserole seeks to ask him to get killed again because Syracuse is (again) in danger. It would also explain why and how of the letter but this dark bar Idiot leave him in time.
must also say that Tancred pours his hatred and disgust over casserole for 10 long minutes and she never found the time to let the word ... C'mon.
short, and therefore it is obviously the fool die ... and finally say it bleeds it leads us to believe that this is the last time we emm ... So is
Casserole 2 minutes to put one and explain that "bah ah yes in fact the letter was for you Twat!"
And Tancred died in his arms.
...
And Tancred resurrected, had himself crowned King and it packs Casserole and the curtain closes on a hilarious public.
... And yes
hilarious because nobody understood why Tancred supposed death suddenly taken the air of a man in ecstasy, has piqued the crown of the king to the throne ... In fact
$ Wiki pedia told me there are two possible endings to the story. And Tou * rcoing they played both ... Y
The Crazy Sticks.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Poem About Amma In Tamil
A year in Istanbul - Cihangir
Below is a text of Persephone in Istanbul. I remember for the uninitiated, that Perséf 'here comes skimming occasionally delicate verve.
"
Cihangir is my paradise steep. This is the paradise of many people, unfortunately, we know why, take Assimilation Turkish Lesson 32:" Ama Tanrım! Bütün Bogaz ayaklar altında! "" My God! All the Bosphorus at our feet! "is how, for a few words, my secret island teeming with French.
Assimil has also mocked me well and I visited my room night, and as night in Istanbul is unclear, I did not see anything out the window, but a large square of shade, but stupidly I trusted in Bogaz Bütün ayaklar altında. On the ground floor was badly played, instead of the Bosphorus have a vacant lot full of ferns, and cats, and the terrace of my neighbors who feast until the wee hours of the morning. Cihangir is a paradise for revelers. But hey, it's fun, it's warm, the other day an old woman was insulted, it was three o'clock and ten, they would not sleep finally her husband slapped her, and since we did ' mean Moreover, it may be dead.
Cihangir is also a paradise for cats. Each building has its reference. They are not very stray, they are cats owners. At the famous Topçular Apt, there are four. They sleep in the yard, apparently, also love music, it's a state of mind. Is the most agile three-legs. This is my Three-Legs (Benim Three-Legs). It is a ferocious: it flanks donuts to all animals in the district, including large dogs, diseased and resigned, sleeping in the driveway. He is very affectionate, despite his disability, but The lover cow : Tonight I wanted to get back on its feet, and he did not want, and gnak! the hooks embedded in my sleeve, immediately démaillée; dirty beast, I had to shake it for three minutes for it to finally let down.
Another cat has settled on the ledge of my window. It is a small female black and red, as fierce as Three Legs is enterprising when it started to rain, it rains and Istanbul really like cataracts, she took refuge against my window and no longer budge. In a drawer I found a beige canvas curtain, and I placed on the edge to isolate the poor creature's icy concrete. It was an act interested. I like having my little cat in the morning. Since little ritual: opening the curtains, she sleeps (the stupid), I slid my hand, I stroked, she let go, sunshine, suddenly she remembers that she is shy, and gnak! she bites until they bled. Always calm, I gave her a slap, she escaped by meowing, I shut the window, and voila, the little ritual is complete.
Cihangir is the paradise of intellectuals depressed. This is an area that lends itself wonderfully to melancholy. I say this for intellectuals, because for me, it puts me in a good mood, especially when the weather is nice and the German hospital shines through all his Bavarian anvil. But intellectuals dictate fashion. They follow the letter of Pamuk's novels: the consciousness of loss, degradation, historical insignificance, all that. It must be said that some buildings inspire a kind of bitterness, you know, maybe the mosaic bathroom or glaucous lights at night, lights reflecting on intellectual irrelevance. There are also many who are very quaint. Cihangir Caddesi on it every day Exhibition of Art Nouveau. When I pass I want lifts wrought iron. They also put me in a good mood.
It seems that Istanbul is a city that generally inspires melancholy. I did not notice. You have to be sensitive to the poetry of mosaic bathroom.
That's what our French friends. They all live in the golden triangle between Sıraselviler Caddesi German hospital and enthroned in the middle, like a big meringue ruddy. Amid Sıraselviler, at chic bars and pastry Savoy, the density of Francophones is properly terrifying. In Carrefour Express, when I bought my parmesan, I meet all the teachers of Galatasaray, and many poufs who discuss the joys of the neighborhood. Carrefour Express is the luxury break. Everything costs twenty times more expensive, Parmesan, this is my week's salary, but I go for soft lighting, this little piece of France, of snobbery, you know.
Cihangir exerted an attraction on me once extraordinary past, that is to say when I first read the lesson 32. I felt a kind of appeal. I pay six hundred lire to live in this damn neighborhood six hundred lira for a small room, but what the hell! the morning I wake up in Cihangir! After checking, my street would be in Gumussuyu.
" 
Below is a text of Persephone in Istanbul. I remember for the uninitiated, that Perséf 'here comes skimming occasionally delicate verve.
"
Cihangir is my paradise steep. This is the paradise of many people, unfortunately, we know why, take Assimilation Turkish Lesson 32:" Ama Tanrım! Bütün Bogaz ayaklar altında! "" My God! All the Bosphorus at our feet! "is how, for a few words, my secret island teeming with French.
Assimil has also mocked me well and I visited my room night, and as night in Istanbul is unclear, I did not see anything out the window, but a large square of shade, but stupidly I trusted in Bogaz Bütün ayaklar altında. On the ground floor was badly played, instead of the Bosphorus have a vacant lot full of ferns, and cats, and the terrace of my neighbors who feast until the wee hours of the morning. Cihangir is a paradise for revelers. But hey, it's fun, it's warm, the other day an old woman was insulted, it was three o'clock and ten, they would not sleep finally her husband slapped her, and since we did ' mean Moreover, it may be dead.
Cihangir is also a paradise for cats. Each building has its reference. They are not very stray, they are cats owners. At the famous Topçular Apt, there are four. They sleep in the yard, apparently, also love music, it's a state of mind. Is the most agile three-legs. This is my Three-Legs (Benim Three-Legs). It is a ferocious: it flanks donuts to all animals in the district, including large dogs, diseased and resigned, sleeping in the driveway. He is very affectionate, despite his disability, but The lover cow : Tonight I wanted to get back on its feet, and he did not want, and gnak! the hooks embedded in my sleeve, immediately démaillée; dirty beast, I had to shake it for three minutes for it to finally let down.
Another cat has settled on the ledge of my window. It is a small female black and red, as fierce as Three Legs is enterprising when it started to rain, it rains and Istanbul really like cataracts, she took refuge against my window and no longer budge. In a drawer I found a beige canvas curtain, and I placed on the edge to isolate the poor creature's icy concrete. It was an act interested. I like having my little cat in the morning. Since little ritual: opening the curtains, she sleeps (the stupid), I slid my hand, I stroked, she let go, sunshine, suddenly she remembers that she is shy, and gnak! she bites until they bled. Always calm, I gave her a slap, she escaped by meowing, I shut the window, and voila, the little ritual is complete.
Cihangir is the paradise of intellectuals depressed. This is an area that lends itself wonderfully to melancholy. I say this for intellectuals, because for me, it puts me in a good mood, especially when the weather is nice and the German hospital shines through all his Bavarian anvil. But intellectuals dictate fashion. They follow the letter of Pamuk's novels: the consciousness of loss, degradation, historical insignificance, all that. It must be said that some buildings inspire a kind of bitterness, you know, maybe the mosaic bathroom or glaucous lights at night, lights reflecting on intellectual irrelevance. There are also many who are very quaint. Cihangir Caddesi on it every day Exhibition of Art Nouveau. When I pass I want lifts wrought iron. They also put me in a good mood.
It seems that Istanbul is a city that generally inspires melancholy. I did not notice. You have to be sensitive to the poetry of mosaic bathroom.
That's what our French friends. They all live in the golden triangle between Sıraselviler Caddesi German hospital and enthroned in the middle, like a big meringue ruddy. Amid Sıraselviler, at chic bars and pastry Savoy, the density of Francophones is properly terrifying. In Carrefour Express, when I bought my parmesan, I meet all the teachers of Galatasaray, and many poufs who discuss the joys of the neighborhood. Carrefour Express is the luxury break. Everything costs twenty times more expensive, Parmesan, this is my week's salary, but I go for soft lighting, this little piece of France, of snobbery, you know.
Cihangir exerted an attraction on me once extraordinary past, that is to say when I first read the lesson 32. I felt a kind of appeal. I pay six hundred lire to live in this damn neighborhood six hundred lira for a small room, but what the hell! the morning I wake up in Cihangir! After checking, my street would be in Gumussuyu.
"
Friday, October 30, 2009
What Can You Put As Subject In A Thanking Mail
Monday, October 26, 2009
Can You Have Trichomoniasis For 12 Years
This weekend we changed an hour. And yes, you who are in office for 3 hours and who do not understand your loneliness, that's the explanation.
What that means switching to winter time?
It means that this morning people were awakened in the subway, and good humor (1 hour more sleep you change a blockhead), it also means that for 15 days-three weeks we will again have the sun in the morning on the RER.
This means that despite my N * ¨ * uit * ing of Zapp I'm in great shape this Monday morning!
N * ¨ * uit of Zapp * ing: 6h projection of the highlights on TV, in a packed Bercy to crack, from 22 to 4am.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Why Is My Face Uneven
time change, people are crazy
But some nice ...
this post so I put it to Bea, just to annoy her ... erkerkerk 
But some nice ...
this post so I put it to Bea, just to annoy her ... erkerkerk
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Strong Belly Punching
My new job
Yesterday the phone rang: "Bonjooooooûûûurrr! Here pag es * * * jau ties, we offer free to appear in our pages work."
Me: "Super"
Him: "So what is your profession?"
Me: "Say ... professional environment"
Him: "... the Secretary is not it?"
Me: "o_o ... oh no!" 
Yesterday the phone rang: "Bonjooooooûûûurrr! Here pag es * * * jau ties, we offer free to appear in our pages work."
Me: "Super"
Him: "So what is your profession?"
Me: "Say ... professional environment"
Him: "... the Secretary is not it?"
Me: "o_o ... oh no!"
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Front Bumper Mustang2000 Removal
Memories
Well, reader, Zizule wakes up and wants to make you enjoy the event.
must say that sleeps Zizule more and more that easily comes out of her shell, she is captured by the waste.
And competition is fierce on the Web, and Zizule said that the next generation is here (modest with it, the girl) there's suddenly no need to worry, everything will be fine (that's what I say my clients too).
But now, sometimes Zizule pretends to work.
What is it?
A pass with 1:30 on skype the other there, which kind she also works. And during that time the records of the 2 sides of the Atlantic lying.
But not unproductive 1:30! Far from it.
Indeed, we designed the foil, the bold project to launch ourselves in our memories with 4 legs ... finally hands (but you will see the relationship with the legs slightly lower ...).
Ordoncques, here.
Memories to 4 feet on the moon at that.
This title means for insiders: Souvenir hunting in Austria, written by two consanguineous beings. Clear
as reference you will agree.
What is hunting for a young Austrian Zizule?
It begins with a lottery: "Who is who will go with any fighter, any day, morning or evening?"
And yes, because hunters snapped up! (I advise you not to repeat this phrase 10 times fast ...) It
who wake early to get the most hard-fought right to accompany them three days later. The waiting list is long between the 76 0891 to the 4th degree cousins and the little door dozen guns family, more or less cousins, uncles, fathers, nephew's son in-law's grandfather ...
Once the lottery outlet, next step: finding an alarm clock that works at this altitude so as not to miss the alarm clock at 4:30 and go eventually wake the dog is not aware of anything.
4H3 ... 5:15: The hunter awakes. His young apprentice Zizulien death anxiety at the thought of being able to pass the time or having revealed too early 4h awaits him in the kitchen.
We're off.
20 minutes car, stop and continue on foot, disguised as Sioux, quieter than a flying squirrel, plus an eagle on the lookout unemployed for six months.
This is generally the time that Zizule sneezes ...
It has its advantages: it flushes out the 376 million buff not seen so far.
It has its drawbacks: it killed the hunter fear.
What does get us anything, let's face it.
Zizule, red with shame, tried to resuscitate the hunter who shot himself in the foot. So young she has not yet learned the word-of-mouth and instructed the dog, which has still not understood, get in touch with the spirit of his master and tell him to come back because Bambi fissa revenge has come.
Lassie, for it was she, accomplished his mission with gusto, the hunter woke up and, like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible forty to twelve, knock out Bambi, which was actually doing the "dance of the vanquished grazed.
Everyone is relieved, we embark on the bull bars and Management Home Sweet Home.
Arriving there, we discharge and begin the serious stuff.
I appointed, in order: incisional hernia, castration, decapitation, flaying, cutting, enveloping, perfuming and sending customers to the company in gift baskets.
All with all the neighborhood dogs who stomp all around you with a look of wonder if you also by chance you will not directly edible, the smell that you saw Hawks and will not let you go for 3 days .
And now you understand the saying "Keep your friends close to you, and your enemies closer still." 
Well, reader, Zizule wakes up and wants to make you enjoy the event.
must say that sleeps Zizule more and more that easily comes out of her shell, she is captured by the waste.
And competition is fierce on the Web, and Zizule said that the next generation is here (modest with it, the girl) there's suddenly no need to worry, everything will be fine (that's what I say my clients too).
But now, sometimes Zizule pretends to work.
What is it?
A pass with 1:30 on skype the other there, which kind she also works. And during that time the records of the 2 sides of the Atlantic lying.
But not unproductive 1:30! Far from it.
Indeed, we designed the foil, the bold project to launch ourselves in our memories with 4 legs ... finally hands (but you will see the relationship with the legs slightly lower ...).
Ordoncques, here.
Memories to 4 feet on the moon at that.
This title means for insiders: Souvenir hunting in Austria, written by two consanguineous beings. Clear
as reference you will agree.
What is hunting for a young Austrian Zizule?
It begins with a lottery: "Who is who will go with any fighter, any day, morning or evening?"
And yes, because hunters snapped up! (I advise you not to repeat this phrase 10 times fast ...) It
who wake early to get the most hard-fought right to accompany them three days later. The waiting list is long between the 76 0891 to the 4th degree cousins and the little door dozen guns family, more or less cousins, uncles, fathers, nephew's son in-law's grandfather ...
Once the lottery outlet, next step: finding an alarm clock that works at this altitude so as not to miss the alarm clock at 4:30 and go eventually wake the dog is not aware of anything.
4H3 ... 5:15: The hunter awakes. His young apprentice Zizulien death anxiety at the thought of being able to pass the time or having revealed too early 4h awaits him in the kitchen.
We're off.
20 minutes car, stop and continue on foot, disguised as Sioux, quieter than a flying squirrel, plus an eagle on the lookout unemployed for six months.
This is generally the time that Zizule sneezes ...
It has its advantages: it flushes out the 376 million buff not seen so far.
It has its drawbacks: it killed the hunter fear.
What does get us anything, let's face it.
Zizule, red with shame, tried to resuscitate the hunter who shot himself in the foot. So young she has not yet learned the word-of-mouth and instructed the dog, which has still not understood, get in touch with the spirit of his master and tell him to come back because Bambi fissa revenge has come.
Lassie, for it was she, accomplished his mission with gusto, the hunter woke up and, like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible forty to twelve, knock out Bambi, which was actually doing the "dance of the vanquished grazed.
Everyone is relieved, we embark on the bull bars and Management Home Sweet Home.
Arriving there, we discharge and begin the serious stuff.
I appointed, in order: incisional hernia, castration, decapitation, flaying, cutting, enveloping, perfuming and sending customers to the company in gift baskets.
All with all the neighborhood dogs who stomp all around you with a look of wonder if you also by chance you will not directly edible, the smell that you saw Hawks and will not let you go for 3 days .
And now you understand the saying "Keep your friends close to you, and your enemies closer still."
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