Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Ozark Trail Camp Fuel

My new dress transparent

This new white dress and very transparent, not PVC, but made of polyurethane. This outfit is extremely thin translucent fully and pleasantly soft, more of course, it is waterproof.
Placing myself a viciously tight satin sash at the waist, you can make my dress perfectly airtight and watertight. There you just have me fill the neckline I'll make her packing by pulling on the notch and thus offer a gaping neck below your ass ready to each déféquer.Après droppings, you can watch your excrement through my white dress. During and after the filling you will have the opportunity to spend your gender under the elastic of my puffy sleeves for use at your convenience. You add excretions, juices and piss sperm needed to extend and dilute the sauce. You will then have the privilege to spread this nice mix, without risking getting your hands dirty. You'll go up the mixture until my puffed sleeves well for the garnish. If it makes you happy, you can ask me to stand up and viciously you remove belt satin stain to observe the flow in my white satin panties and prosecute dripping on my white socks.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Placa Mãe Spacewalker

Bride dress stained without moderation

I'm 1.78m for 68kg transvestites dressed in a wedding dress. I love being in full gear for Bride (white satin gown, Sun-up white thong panties and open, long white gloves, and wig duvet kid under sail.) I would be outraged BCBG Dress, degraded and in soiled dress. I would feel vicious bollards introduced in short sleeves and neckline my dress to go to drain under the satin immaculate. Feeling the hot mixture of sperm and piss squirt in my beautiful wedding dress and admire the satin soak up stain. My dream is to be dressed in maid, then I would be together in a wedding dress in very dirty places, to be offered under the whip of old pervert, wholesale pork, gypsies, the homeless hungry for sex.

When To Eat Balance Bars

Transvestite in wedding dress

TV debutante 178 / 68 kg which is eager to become a beautiful bitch, to be used in vacuum testicle, looking for a group of perverts on the Paris region to deflower me bluntly. I would like a ceremony deflowering of a master or have fun, get ready to girl child, and will expose me as the meat before you offer me food in a dirty place preference. I would be dressed in adolescent with duvets, white satin dress that, like a little Communion or a beautiful bride, so to increase the contrast between old vicious sadists, and a young virgin to sacrifice. I prefer for my slaughter, being attached and raped by a group of old perverts preferably Arab, sadistic, vicious and very ugly if possible. I would really like my white outfit for little slut is copiously smeared inside through semen and urine of your cocks for the garnish and make it fully transparent. I love feeling the warm juices flowing under my white dress. So that you can introduce your bit on the white satin I offer you my short sleeves and my chest, I get on my knees with outstretched arms behind the head and I let garnish. I agree to be bound and shipped arms to be whipped open the back the dress to excite my tormentors before being raped. I like long preparations and scenarios of "ritual human sacrifice, an offering and serve on several executioners like meat that is brought to slaughter in ritual sacrifice.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Milena Velba Board Freeone

The toilets at the Turkish Bridal

I wonder how I could dress up to be perfect before entering a decent toilets in the Turkish first mouthful, full of shit and piss. I am torn between several choices, but it is true that seductive little white dress would be nice, and it must be really exciting to enter, dressed only in white satin. I want to be constrained by several perverse, to come in a restroom properly prepared by these gentlemen, particularly disgusting, very dirty, and saturated and overflowing with cool stuff widespread. I feel compelled, for the opportunity to go buy a new dress, to come voluntarily wearing a pretty white wedding dress in immaculate toilets to better myself smudge of shit.
Here's the scenario: I would
invited by perverts to come dressed as a bride in public toilets. I'd previously accompanied by the most vicious and perverse Store weddings, for which I choose to wear the dress. It will look particularly sadistic on dresses for my wedding dress to choose the most suitable. In view of my coming into the toilet, it will require a full kept white and pure, and impose myself buying a new dress satin light, consistent with its requirements. I prescribe a vaporous dress with a neckline and air transparency which will serve as the collecting tank rounds and small translucent ball that will be used in urinal. It will give me his last constraints of clothing, and the place where I should introduce myself wearing full dress, ready to stuff. It will require me to come during the day, with absolute ban me hide under a coat, my dress will be only a slight veil of white satin cape that I am well exhibited on the course of toilets and attract large vicious.
Here is the program of the bride from her coming.
perverse men in boots await the arrival of the bride, the more vicious will open the door of his car and take her hand, then the procession will head to the scene of the macula.
Before the invite to go into public toilets, he copiously scent and take the opportunity to verify the conformity of its holding bitch along these prescribed requirements, the presence of open satin panties or thong, there dim-up white shiny suspender etc. maintained by door. When she receives permission to enter, she tulle veil and cover the hood of her cape with satin. In Public toilets will be placed a sign on one of the toilet doors collective "reserved to married in a dress"
By raising her skirts carefully, to remain perfect and does not get dirty, the bride will only lead to his health affected, designed and arranged to receive in a white dress in excellent condition. To motivate the bride, her people will open the cabinet door gently. For the bride feels progressively smeared, making it fairly long and sloping, it has been voluntarily closed for several days and regularly filled, without adding water to maintain the natural concentration. It out until the door only by excess of piss and littered with feces. It will be reserved exclusively to the bride who will deliberately in his immaculate white dress delicious to make its own contribution to filling the container. To excite, the bride will be placed in front of his squat toilet, the door will be kept deliberately open and has an attractive view on its abundant health. A man in boots come equipped with a stick and mix it well to begin its amber juice, she will unveil the mixture in which she will finish in white dress lying in it. To the motivation, he will present his mixture by surfacing big fat excretions well. Fascinated by its toilets overflowing, it will attempt to enter immediately, but will be retained by a man who will make him understand that she is not wearing a wedding dress to enter according to the ritual. Watched vicious, the bride will be dressed in appropriate attire, so it can penetrate more lightly clad. For this ritual, she will join hands and drop the head of a vicious place behind her, and the bunch, its cap. With vice, he spent his hands under her veil and slowly untie her white satin cape. To reveal it to others solemnly and stimulate their desire sadistic, he would withdraw his cape dragging it gently on her shoulders, revealing slowly her holding a slut. They will then discover its beautiful pristine white dress, in which they defecate and will be able to use the bride shit, as she deserves. She will spread her legs and arms to get to them, they will be abused before seeing sacrificing its delicate white dress. For its final preparation, He will place the wide white satin ribbon, it has previously provided, and will establish him vigorously around her waist to make her dress watertight. Well dressed and ready to enter his sanctuary defiled bride contemplates his toilet, many recently spread manure, she observed at length the huge amount of cool stuff lying in an abundant yellowish juice. She was enjoying the lack of toilet paper, which would have ruined his preparation intimate, admiring this true septic offering to the feet, its white satin gloves, she starts to stimulate, languidly caressing the body through the satin of her dress, she imagines squirting excrement in her cleavage, feeling them sink and then enter slowly sliding under the white satin of her dress for the handsomely upholstered the interior. Very excited to provide his neck for filling and leave stuff with stool warm and well fluids, gloves she stroked his throat and chest. It will linger to enter dressed in his immaculate dress, with a great desire to line the inside of her pretty white dress, finally wallow completely dressed in white as satin.
When the bride has finished admiring its inviting a Turkish toilets, generously filled for the occasion, it feels large hands grasping sadistically by the size and push, urging him forward. She will report formally to enter her dress small white shoes with heels, ankles maintained by thin strips. It will take the opportunity to crush excretions in its path and spread the good shit stain the train of her dress. It will continue to descend slowly into her bowl and begin to feel the delicious juices seep through the opening of her shoes, she admired her white stockings piss soak slowly, it will continue to move forward to place his feet properly dismissed on Turkish choked, then she will release her gently dress in the preparation and patient upright, to watch the white satin stain subtly imbibe. Then, as she came to the toilet to defecate, from behind, it will look slightly and wait for someone to piss on his rump to make satin transparent, which is clearly distinguished her little white panties through the opaque satin of her dress. It will evacuate and pee standing up through his pants open and his string, while failing to raise her skirts and will append his feces to other already very abundant. Depending on their choice, perverts can observe his saddle out by the whole slit her panties white satin or admire is divided in two by its string and fell in the middle of the other, splashing the inside of her white dress.
Then the bride will feel a vicious hand on his shoulder, urging him to return, when it is executed, passing gently in her white veil, he put his kids hands on the shoulders of the bride pocket. Without her, he caressed her sadistically neckline satin transparent, then raise slightly to express his desire to empty within, urging afford. Then he will bilk her dress at the waist to give it a good face in light of its filling, to make him understand that is both for the bride to settle, and prepare her cleavage at the reception. Confused about this situation and their desires before pressing, the bride will be happy to serve their shit. Very excited to be in use receptacle, closed eyes and outstretched neck, caress it, touched with his glove to show them a notch consent. It will take the vicious hands of his master, and a great desire to tender, place them around his little neck, it will tend to him nicely, getting them to come and shake. Excited by this appeal, he will seize his throat violently offered, and will strongly support to force her to kneel in a Turkish toilet, then strangling her cruelly, sadistically accompany her descent. By ignoring these knees on the sides, she put her buttocks above the hole saturated with crap, displaying his white robe and let slip to the bottom well. Thus installed, with its white satin gloves virgin, she will prepare for the lining, will report its religiously bridal veil to reach the coveted notch, pull up his small puffed sleeves and draw on the neckline of her dress immaculate and offer in bin. While maintaining its clear neckline gaping it will retain the arms wide apart to provide its small urinal handles, and thus allow bollards introduced in the white satin to urinate. It will retain, for the most perverse, with outstretched neck and let it gently garnish with excrement, piss, semen, but also spitting and vomiting. When they have finished using the hose reel to marry, she torches her white satin gloves before lazily stroking for spreading under her dress, the fresh excreta. She finished to stained by lying fully back his head, arms and legs spread well at the bottom of the crapper for better s'offrire boots, wait for it with closed eyes, to feel your feet on it. Then she put on his belly, gently insert the pipe of the toilet with his hand and his arm to push up the crap and make it get under her dress through the sleeves, she will go on until Clog toilets. I'm very attracted to come to faith in a wedding dress, but I also want to find the perfect after washing. I could make a skirt pleated white tennis dim-up white blouse and a white satin or pleated skirt in classic black, but less well for sitting in clogged toilets. I could also come dressed in a fully transparent, glossy white or black, long or short. But deep down, I badly wanted my outfit that I should be imposed, I would love to be forced to disguise myself accurately before leaving, then introduce myself to the loo for me wallow in keeping slut required.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Brazilian Columbia Sc

consolidated, part 2.

This week I tested for you Mont-Saint-Michel . Not like the tourists who arrive at 8am, and leave by bus at 16h, eh, nah nah, I have tested the Mont-Saint-Michel IN TRUE.

Let us kindly: Mont-Saint-Michel is a joke. Let's be blunt: Mont-Saint-Michel, it's just good to fuck the tourists. Unless ... Unless
be a gamer . Yeah, I know, me too it was a shock, but frankly I would not have been a gamer I think I could completely overwhelm the Mont-Saint-Michel (kind you dig a hole underneath the sea and when she climbs the castle it sinks. I did it a million times at the beach when I 'were little so trust me, Mont-Saint-Michel I sank when I want.) so the people there they deserve.

We will start by Mère Poulard, the institution of Mont-Saint-Michel. So now, the Mère Poulard, is shit. Even if you think that the autographed photos of Evelyne Leclerc and Tony Parker + Eva Longoria is the top of the class, I tell you seriously: DO WRONG WITH HIS MOTHER POULARD! If you arrive after
zero hour where you have the right to eat what you want, you're only allowed to eat the menu at 35 € and let me tell you what you will eat for 35 €:
- 1 omelet
- 1 dessert
Yeah dude, cry. Chez la Mère Poulard are guys who make omelets and there are tourists who take pictures. I repeat: they take pictures of the guys trying to make an omelet! OK, it's a giant omelette with foam, but 35 € for an omelette, then I think you can put me in the ass without vaseline Mère Poulard is the principal shareholder Eurotunnel. Obviously
if you come at a time when you can order a la carte you can save thee for 65 €, so mostly not deprive yourself.
And then there are the Hotel de la Mère Poulard, 190 € Standard room (2 single beds ) with a view ... of the house across the street (I was dreaming!). But for that price he will lovingly raise a small packet of biscuits "Mère Poulard" on the desktop. Yeah, the same as Auchan, which cost less than 3 €. Hotel La Mère Poulard, how you say it wants luxury, but without a shred of common sense that might make your stay enjoyable. So your shower you'll be nice to crouch like a beggar, because the support is flush with the tub and not height. Let's be honest, the hotel is 3 star but it said an unnamed cheaperie. Otherwise there is also the restaurant "Les Terrasses Poulard , where the service is so on top that you seek your own cards at the checkout and that after 5 minutes you get bars to go to another restaurant . And you galleys because restaus close early. Kind, it is night = the restaurant is closed. We go to bed early at Mont-Saint-Michel.
And I speak not of the parking Mont-Saint-Michel, then here you will not believe it, listen carefully :
You have booked a night at Mont-Saint-Michel, then you get points on the ramp, you explain to them and check the combination: first you have to pay for parking like everyone else (4 € a day) and then you go to your hotel, you collect your room key with the password and there you can leave your car A SENTENCE THAT INSTALLED YOUR CAR You had to go and you leave the parking lot-of-guys-What-a- Stay-at-l'Hôtel. No, but tell me frankly, you what the marketing department, they are not too strong at Mont-Saint-Michel? you have the right to a parking gratos but they make you pay for public parking for access to parking for free. I say, Joey Starr he may have invented the word sodomy, but anal sodomy is © Mont-Saint-Michel!

short, Mont-Saint-Michel sucks really, unless someday you've had the good idea to play Shadow of the Colossus . If you have never done this game, when you visit the Mont Saint-Michel, you do WOW! and you look around to see if there would not knock out a giant, like the Evil Giant Poulard, you see.

The old walls with lichen architecture, large empty expanses around Mount, it all, every plan out the game reminds you

But otherwise, no.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Should You Have Time Off With Kidney Infection

Updated

Update planned this week, I returned from a month in Japan.
Hence the creation of a new blog specially to mention Japan, updated in the coming weeks.

Vas-y, wet your pants ...

Monday, July 9, 2007

Poketex Per Pokemon Platino

Blog Conso, part 1.

Probably to compensate my nostrils, at least officially reward for my loyalty, Auchan has gratified me the other day a gift, a small lightweight package in my mailbox. It was more or less the last Gillette: The Merger (the "manual", eh, not the battery), a gift of significant value: 10.89 €. When you know that the blade is provided € 3.20, it leaves you a handle to 7 €. 50 balls a piece of plastic, it's okay, quiet, well they have relied on increasing the minimum wage at Gillette.
The principle of the razor is simple and clever: 5 blades before shaving for better, one behind and to the delicate areas (like the cat at your girl). EXCEPT THAT
. Gillette For me they are shit, and shit still expensive. I used a Mach 3 before I agree with Wilkinson and his Xtreme 3D during a promotion where I had to change to cheaper razor than buying a new package of 8 blades. In short, Gillette is evil. But like the blade of my current Wilkinson becoming well worn, and today is Monday (thus resumed after shaving two days off for my skin to Adonis), I thought it would be a good opportunity try the new Gillette Fusion promised me nothing less than "the best shave" ("The Best shave" in original).
Indeed, it shaves the ball, nothing to say. That's the best shave. But for how long? How long will I have to change this fabulous blade at 3.20 € piece (which we made the 8 blades € 25.59)? While Wilkinson blades are at 1.77 € each. There are already 3 € difference between the 2 races (10.89 € to € 6.45 against the Fusion for 3D Xtreme, minus the price of blades), but for the price of blades is doubled (you can tell me, there are twice as many blades on one than the other).
But what, 20 rounds the piece of steel and plastic, to shave in the morning? And then what?! For that price you'll make me a piece of steel and plastic that turns , yeah!

Motherfucker.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Dallas Gay Cruising Area

Doukipudonktan?! The

Last night I was at my Auchan shopping, normal, and going to the water I found myself in the Putrid Nebula, the Veil Plague, the Purple Haze home Auchan. This is a guy who works there and who makes the drinks shelves, and there is no way, whatever the day, whatever the hour, the guy he stinks DEATH schlingue it, but TIP PHEW!
Quite simply, I think we reached the 3-4 meters radius. 3-4 meters in radius, it means that once you see the guy not even (like it is on the other side of a rectangle) and it stinks anyway. Quieter, but still. In addition it is a smell of sweat, your neighbor kind mason who returns from work or your man rugby on a Saturday afternoon, no no, there is a smell Schaltzmannienne , you know, like the guy he takes Never showers and the more stash of dead rats in his underpants.

Already it is not pretty ...

•keri Leigh Tucker

stop "Stops ...", j'me the edge in the line.

It seems that the topic of the week is the decision of the lineup of the show "Freeze". I even received an email inviting me to sign a petition. Wait ... I remake ... I had misunderstand: you want me to sign a petition FOR A TV SHOW?! (Yeah, I could write in italics, but I'm capitalized to show you that I can make capital E with an accent. You love them, eh? Well, I'm not my bitch, I give you the trick: ALT 144).
Hey, buy yourself a life, guys.
Is that really on TV has become the opium of the people so that people appear much even though they have so many other media available to them (and yeah, I write "media" without accents "s" because it's Latin and it's already plural). In addition Off frame ", whatever, the program that decrypts the news through the prism of the media. In short: you look like the box lies, there is a guy who will explain to you why do you watch it the lie. too strong, the concept. Please, huh, I happened to look again, the show is quite nice, and then I like the girl with buck teeth, another defector issue I had though love too but I do not remember. In truth, I am sure she is super hot ...
Good show, OK, but hey, you know, me the guy who tells me that my TV lying to me I said
1) my TV to me it does not lie, because when I turn it on it just to play my PS2 and my PS2 she speaks in Japanese and took me into dream worlds, is to say if lying to him is not necessary.
2) In 2007, I will not get my "information" in the TV. I have access to the Internet, information in 3 languages, so if it is to explain that the newspaper has taken over a 20h bogus info for Liberation, which had resumed on a website without even if see it was a hoax, thank you old, I think I'll just use my brain .

And then Daniel Schneidermann, as thou art television friendly, as I read your pamphlet in Libe tearful and I found that from a strictly literary point of view, writing to you like shit.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Biffy Clyro Mountains Music Sheet

Who is the strongest between the elephant and the rhinoceros?

The rappers are pussies. They do not express, it's their culture. But it's still funny to see that they booed the rockers when they secretly envy. Analyze the situation quickly:

1) The rapper wants to "weigh" to impress the other guys. The rocker wants to kiss and complete disregard of other men, only women's interests.
2) The rapper has dreams the poor: he wants to ride in a big car, usually a BMW or a Mercedes coupe. Like any business, whatever. Basically, the rapper has dreams of "dad". The teuhon. The rocker does not drive a car, he is driving in a limousine, which allows him to drink and getting sucked by several supermodels. If the rocker moves independently, it is a motorcycle.
3) The rapper follows fashion. The rocker is fashionable.
4) The rapper draws strength from his muscles, that's why it is very hefty like 50 cent or Booba. If the shrimp is a rapper Snoop as he systematically use firearms or his "posse." It's a fag. The rock derives its strength from its nerves, that's why he is skinny like Steven Tyler or Axl Rose. And also because he takes drugs for real. The rocker is fighting alone, even if it is lost, because the rock n 'roll is the victory of the individual on the ground.
5) The rapper likes girls who look like hookers because it means they are hot. The rocker loves all women and fuck everything that happens, but it appears mainly with models just to annoy the other guys.
6) Girls love for the rapper his money and prestige. Girls love the rocker for his sex appeal. A rapper poor do not fuck, fuck a rocker poor more than rich rapper.
7) The rapper was very very afraid of his repressed homosexuality. No reference to any female share in the rapper is allowed, but the guys are still 9-3 in the Bois de Boulogne type of drag queens. The rocker has understood that even the pharaohs makeup and androgyny that is the best way to pass for a guy who has it all and the men and women, where an undeniable success.
8) The rapper is aging badly and stops the concert early. The rocker watching well and cares about the fire scene if over 70 years.
9) The old rapper is no longer a dream and no more kisses. The old rocker is still fantasize about her daughter's friends and kissing occasionally.
10) The rapper mistreating monkeys. The rocker mistreats sharks.

11) The rapper loves to play the latest video game console. The rocker loves to play with guitars 40 years ago.
12) The rapper made super elaborate rhymes in his songs with lots of complicated words because the only book he reads is the dictionary. The rocker is simple songs with rhymes rotten because it is primarily aimed at women, but it draws a lot of books he read and he speaks in his interviews.
13) When the rapper gets arrested, he is not happy, he told the cops that the fascists and he wants to screw them all. When the rocker is arrested, he smiled to the cameras and said that "The NYPD did a great job."


Me, sometimes I listen to rap and I like, but the cap and jogging is too much saps jester, for real.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Pinnacle 150e/55e Vista

Gynémotricité

It's never fun to hear, but it is clear that Hitler was a visionary. And not only I say, but you show every day. Indeed, the father Adolf was a fad: the "living space", the lebensraum , looks like Christiane, our German intern. It is for this vital space he had made up his mind to conquer all of Europe. Conquest of a living space that most of you rednecks breed daily.
Indeed, the common redneck (that is to say the majority of human beings) seems to have decided he needed more living space and this car has earned us the flood of vehicles completely spacious disproportionate the real needs of their drivers (and most often their drivers).
What is that all these old wives ask their husbands a break , an MPV or 4x4 as they have a brat? Since when do we need a 5 or 7 seater vehicle to transport 2 Mouflets?
me, when I was younger (and my sister was little), my mom drove a Fiat 126
. Believe it or not, you can cram 4 adults in a Fiat 126 ( the problem was rather that the seats are plastic, so the summer when you leave the pool hello fragile skin and naked on the bench at 200 ° C ... ).
And here the other day at my job, we moved to a guy
Volkswagen Passat (yeah, I kind of job where the guys ride in Audi A4 or Passat) and the guy wondering if this is large enough, because he has 2 children!
is how we end up with a bunch of little Adolf and Adolfettes on the road, each trying to show his neighbor that he's has the largest living space.
You'll notice that the vast majority of drivers of 4x4s and MPVs are conductive. Indeed, these strong many years they have ranted that "keskilkroilemec, paskilaunegrosvoiturlaroutluiappartient?! "Women are now trying to take revenge as they can, or at least try to recover from this route that they had stolen, machifachos horrible we are. Now they have a big car, we will respect them. It was without counting on their main shortcoming: they can not drive. Oh, I see you coming with your fallacious arguments, your statistics and insurance prices lower for women ...
Have you ever repeated triumphantly that "behind every great man is a woman? Well the road is the same: behind every man who commits an accident there is a woman.
Women are three flaws in the case of conduct (besides when is it you saw a woman F1 driver for the last time, eh?):

1) the management of distances. Everyone knows that women have difficulty in properly evaluating distances. So it is not uncommon to see them in the middle of the road, already convinced that they border on the edge, or crush a motorbike when it comes, ready to swear that there are not enough place for the motorcycle and Clio them on a 2 lane highway. This mismanagement of distances that is already behaving like grandmothers when they are driving a compact sedan makes them as comfortable driving a minivan than a bull in a china shop: between fear of scratching the car that her husband has not finished paying for and fear of the terrible accident that would cause the slightest contact with another vehicle at more than 30 km / h, women in big car crawl as is not allowed!

2) No sense of anticipation. The woman focuses on what happens. It reacts to what happens. Except that when that happens, well it's too late.

3) No sense of what driving. For a woman, driving it to advance his vehicle while respecting the rules of the road and signs scattered here and there on the route. No, not lead it. Driving is knowing that we are not alone on the road, and that's probably a good idea to roll a bit to the right when one is right and just over the left when one is left in order to leave more room for bikers who drive in the middle ("KOOAAAA?! There are also bikes that run on the same road as moooaaa?! And mileu? but they have not droooaaaaa! "). Driving is to accept the reality of others' behavior and adapt to remain fluid.

So between those who drive too slowly, those who put their flashing right-turn left, those which had been provided not need to immediately turn and look at the last moment without warning, not those which had been seen traffic slow down for 25 meters and pound you in the ass, women driving, thank you, eh ... is not born misogynist, one becomes while driving.

I still have to admit a certain satisfaction that I had the other day : I did a finger to a guy driving his BMW 4x4 (yeah, for once was a guy). But not a super finger away when the guy takes his highway, eh, no no, a real finger next to the guy who thought he was driving because he was able 4x4 grill me by fucking on queue next and forcing the passage quietly. The fittest, you know. So I stuck bieeeen the car ahead of me, and when that big con he looked at me and shouting with his window open, I gave him a fat finger and closed his mouth. And he was right, because it must cost super expensive to replace all the lights of a BMW 4x4

... Me, I drive a Toyota Yaris.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Hacking A Sidekick Lx

Back For The Attack!

Yeah, I know, the "log an old bastard" was the ball, I have been told again tonight. That's why I come back. The updates may be less frequent than before, maybe not.

you soon ...