Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Baby Footprints With Angel Wings Tattoos

Chapter V: Take off your coat Take off your ... Shoes


After a short and rather restless night with Geraldine and Tarik
( who was then the beautiful boxer "ENGEES likes hugs' ) ,

I discovered that 1 st rhymed with May Day holiday-, Service-minimum-uninsured and The-hopes-to-take-the-tram-,-you-know-where -you-can-you-the-stick ...

Thus, it is only dragging 18.840 kg painfully in my suitcase with 4 wheels that I thought seriously about finding a boyfriend stooge ...

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The architecture of the Frankfurt airport left me doubtful.
A mistaken, it looked like a giant ocean liner whose only element to be deplored, apart from the lack of robustness of the columns was the absence of Leo
...

may be a consequence direct that disappointment, but we were quickly disoriented when we arrived.

But where was my last GéGé-PS?

After I introduced to sign language for baggage check following a discussion not successful with German to English doubtful , another step, not least We waited ...
The security gates .
Or in other words: how -to-do-fiddle-in-public ...

The fantasy of body search conducted by a Chippendale , I always dreamed ("Oh Ouuuui!'s my pants!") had suddenly turned into a vulgar rolling massage sponsored by the Lady of Caverns in person, "Lady" whose face was apparently designed to mouth : no expression seemed to be reflected, if not the e XCitation my own submission that seemed to enjoy there ...



"Take off your coat ...
Take off your shoes "



lyrics Joe Cocker had now pleased s

the same resonance sexual for me ...



The test

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