What Is Located Behind The Belly Button

In conclusion

Some 'time ago a group of kids enjoyed a couple of twentysomethings, A. and C. It was the period of Christmas and A. and C. were passing through that city, would stop for a couple of months and then be spread because they liked to travel.
A. and C, she and he czech French, were better placed to turning a boat capsized on the beach in a welcoming haven, and within a few days, that refuge became increasingly landing place for that group of sixteen.
And so, with a boat above heads, flowed serene evening, the boys were laughing, drinking, thought of the circus, but more importantly, speak. As they had never done before. Probably will not go far from the truth if it is asserted that what the kids learned in those two months could keep up to five years of high school education.

A. He completed his years at the time. That day the kids showed up with a gift and a great desire to celebrate. After delivering their gift, they asked C. what gift he had chosen for his beloved.
He responded with all the simplicity and sweetness of this world: "Me."
He said it with real conviction that it was the most beautiful and important that could give her the idea that at that moment all his assets amount to pennies was light years away from his head.
That day the kids learned a lot about love.
Lots of love, is what I wish you all tonight.

How Can I Get Zoophelia

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Yesterday Johnson has appeared on TV
Yesterday, the gentle face and, on this occasion, slightly pedantic Johnson has filled half a TV for about four seconds during a service program of the main varieties of gossip and italia1. Yesterday
johnson appeared during a service of Open Studio. Today

johnson feels satisfied. Today
Johnson is convinced more than ever to have finally reviewed the Italian television.


Ps: she saw me of course, has always followed all the episodes of that program, comic ... : P

Herpes Is It Really Bad?

ego A little story pulp

After returning home in the scene that presents itself before my eyes is terrible blood stains everywhere, on windows, walls, dishes scattered on the floor of the living room, open windows.
I look in the mirror and I realize I still have the blood splatter on the cheek.
The Sere, in terms of blood on his clothes, put is worse than me. He began to wash and wash, it will be a long job. Dario
Campari, at the same time, is in his bed, but can not get to sleep, can not forget.

Meanwhile, in my head begin to appear flash of the evening. Before the laughter, dinner together, then I remember just a distraction, a knife, screaming, so much blood, even on the ceiling, running the hospital, their faces often hopeless junctions in the ER.

But now it's over, you just put everything in order, it will remain no trace.
And when we finish, forget, just forget.

Author's note: The story really happened to me. Clearly nobody died .... maybe ...