Tranks And The Future Machine Doujin

Chapter XIX: All you need is love

"Hello, my name is Victoria . I fall in love 5 times per hour and it rather disabling in everyday life. "

" Hello Victoria

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me, when I younger, I thought the Love was going to fall over , like that, when I least expected it, story to me full of cum .
Like a pigeon poop in midair, in fact.

then I would have ruined in Hollywood chewing gum to believe that no no, girls stinks no mouth ... even when it comes from eating garlic and herbs Soignon ... while ago, I barely have time to open my mouth pillow has already died.

I wheeled my big shovels chérichou story we can share openly our love and our colonies of microbes ...

would have been the big fun, eh?

Unfortunately at that age, I'm in fashion

"I expect it not juuuuuure jte! "

Bah nan ... Nothing. Cupid had deserted, leaving me ravaged heart.

And then one day I grown. Spiritually, I mean.

And today I finally realized that boys and me it was not possible (girls and me, either, whether we agree).

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Take for example my laboratory assistant population

It therefore identifies:

... Chinese. (As the name suggests), They swarm like ticks in swamps. What at first glance, therefore leaves me a choice. Grave mistake!

For (damage) , I am not for inbreeding , me ...
That is clear, it is not a history of jaundice or latent kiki rikiki.

... Ray. His hobby in life is the dung Cow , Point-to-the-line. but I do not judge based on this principle, it was preferable that remains colleague.

And frankly, if he has the same tastes of his parents crapper, our son was called out for Prostate ... Okay, that's original, but no thank you.

... The Indian. Despite the fact that eaten with the fingers , he ingeniously attracted my attention by her look type-I-am-the-chicken-that-was-very-want-of-its-d'arroser-special-sauce-Tikka-Masala ... . Bah nan yeah but what.

Colum ... I. It is Roux . Unacceptable feature: recalibrated capillary failure. Foliloc out of my body! In any case, it will not enter ...

... the Pakistanis. It is flaccid brain .
Because the information comes from falling: the sect of (Indos-) Pakistani (-Sri Lanka) wanted my death by wear. So, they gave the word for me rotten life.
"Oh, where is Cambodia? Is it it China? You really look like a Chinese ". Oh-my-god! Episode from the airport, The Revival!
And you got yourself an ass's head removed from the mold too soon but j'te not say shit!

And finally,

... Colum II. One day, Colum He asked me to wear gloves, because he had not understood that the yellow- visible pee on my hands does not come naturally of my skin but gloves that I de-ja strung. An observation: us, ca would definitely not be possible.
Maybe that would have been average to average if the Beatles had sung

"All You Need Is Glove ..." ...

pTet well yeah.

(Nan but frankly, if one day I turn in this color,

Tell me what ... )

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To return to my chaotic love life ...

Sometimes I wonder s érieusement
if I'm not a proctologist little in the soul ...

Given all assholes I meet ...