Are Black Flat Moles Bad

Nun - Putilatex



I love the song and the group, but the video that have Montao this squad ...

aysss as you see your mother! XDDD

White Particles In Urine And Bloated Stomach

bar final AL II

Zaira and Monica spent the night in tears, laughter and white wine.
Monica worked in the family business, which was dedicated to the export of wine.
The next week had a very important conference in France where she would be representing the family business. Although at the time his head was not in the world wine precisely. Monica could not stop thinking about his impending break with James, but at the same time, there was another face that's haunted, those blue eyes that were accompanied by many questions.
Who was she? and most importantly why it had attracted so much interest?. Monica

up around noon somewhat confused and disoriented enough headache, went to the kitchen floor Zaira, in the refrigerator was a note saying "You have salad and some fresh fish to eat, I'm in" Le Femme pásate for coffee and continue with the party. Zaira Kisses. " Zaira

was the owner of a pub called "Le femme" for a couple of years, a stylish bar environment primarily aimed at women, but the room had all sorts of gay.

At about 4 pm Monica appeared in "Le Femme", Zaira maintained a most amusing conversation with a guy, who dressed in a striking and had a fairly acute, effeminate voice.
- Go go, how the princess has been lifted?. Sorry that I have presented, this is Samuel, a childhood friend.
- Nice, my name is Monica.
- That bellezón baby, do not you ever come by here at night, because there are no more wolves and dive for the jugular!
- The most wolf around the bar are you Reinón "said Zaira caracajada releasing a" Monica "Listen you did not have to go shopping for your trip next week?.
- The truth is ...
- Shopping, shopping, shopping! - Samu cry while Monica finish the sentence.
- you will cool, and I will spend a great time! - Zaira whispered in his ear.
- Okay, okay ...

had traveled all the downtown shops, arrived at the bar with the four hands full of bags at about 9 pm.
- How are you doing? - Wonder Zaira.
- Shattered, "said Monica throwing the hand-heeled shoes going to the bathroom.
- To show off baby have to suffer - said Samuel.
There were many people in the bar, just four tables with pairs of females with relaxed conversations and a group of friends of Zaira in a corner.



Monica glanced at the bar and fixed his eyes at the end of the bar, where the last time was this mysterious woman. Went to the bathroom and grab the knob saw that he was busy. I hope in a few seconds there were those blue eyes, was really beautiful. Both women stared without a word, the desire was almost tangible. The stranger, Monica attracted to her, grabbed her hair by the neck and shoved his tongue into her mouth, her lips were full and soft. Monica responded with a passionate kiss on her almost unrecognizable. In one smooth movement Monica was back to the woman who was surrounded by citura while his mouth was lost in his neck and his free hand slid down the inside of her thighs.
Monica was about to cum, when the stranger whispered
- What's your name? - Said as she clung to power their sex cn.
- Monica, Monica Bosch said, his voice quivering.
could do nothing to control himself when the woman came into her blue eyes and Monica came to ecstasy.
The Unknown got a card from a pocket of his jeans, and put it in the front pocket of dress from Monica. The gentle kiss on the lips before leaving he turned to kiss her neck and whispered in
said "Call me.

Monica took the card, she put "Mahan Nalah lincenciada in Fine Arts with her phone number.


continued ...

Spiral Fracture C Section

Finder BALANCE ... MORE THAN POSITIVE! Unaaaaaaaaaaa

I left work on Friday, more tired than usual had been an exhausting week.

We were planning to go see a concert by Sidonie, that I know a song that another, but neither was a concert that motivates me a lot, so we went to see them come, and I actually pleasantly surprised. They have a direct

amazing (you have to say that the guys had a desire to binge ...), the battery is a showman of great care ... was undoubtedly THE QUEEN OF THE NIGHT , and the singer also gave everything under the crowd to sing the song Giraluna, and all who were there, like sunflowers planted on the ground watching him. End with fireworks and the smell of gunpowder.


(The song is for you love)

Saturday concert with the hangover from the previous day, went to dinner, and then Zaragoza city, with manic l @ s @ s see the atmosphere. Upon arrival we went to "Fangoria", and watch your where there was Jei, I did not realize but "creature of habit" that is a blogadicta , he said, - look who's here! - So I self-present at the next bar (a pleasure Jei ;-)).

The night just in "Versus", dancing with the crew of "crazy" unleashed, I hallucinating with the drags, I should say that I love, the great body you have, costumes, shoes, makeup, ins ... until an hour and reasonable, and more que el puntillo pillao, nos fuimos a casa. Las "locas" se quedaron bailando y a la caza off course!!

Humorous Wedding Invite Wording

Thanksgiving Day

If I were that warrior!
¡yo Fuera is carried guerrero!
If my dream comes true!
¡It sueño me if cumpliera!
An army of warriors led by me
¡A mí por Ejército de valientes guiado
and victory, and the applause of all Memphis!
y la victoria, y el aplauso around Memphis!
E a te, mia dolce Aida,
And you, my sweet Aida,
di lauri belt turn
laurels back tight in
Dirtie pugnato ho per te,
Tell you I fought for you,
Vinto ho per te!
for you I give up!

(AIDA: Act I, Scene I. Giuseppe Verdi / Antonio Ghislanzoni)

After months and months with the left and hanging blog site as a ham in a drier Trévelez today plays a somewhat atypical post for what used to publish Invincible, although in recent times had been my usual political commentary interspersed with some more personal. So today not throw me to the jugular ZETAPAD I.

Top intoning the opening lines of Celeste Aida, Verdi although my voice is far (but far) from that of an opera diva. But even with cockerels and hoarseness remain on the scene, unlike Roberto Alagna a few years ago at the Teatro alla Scala and without requiring an entire Riccardo Muti conducting my performance. Precisely the reverse : Medinasidonia has been transmuted by a minute just to say that Radames has fought and defeated. (*)

The Celeste Aida is the famous aria that begins the opera, and is especially difficult to interpret successfully (the first part beginning with " quel guerrier io Fossi is ...) because the singer should be used to fund his throat still cold right out on stage. So you have to train and train, rehearse and rehearse. Be persistent, believe in their own abilities, self-esteem, to fight and win. That will bring success to an opera singer at a difficult time as the start of the role of Radames in Aida or Medinasidonia in occasional thick momentillo had. Or it can lead to failure as the said Alagna at that time in the legendary theater Lombard.

Roberto Alagna is a French prima donna with an ego as from here to Melbourne whose greatest merit in my opinion it is about being married to Angela Gheorghiu, a bel canto exceptional (the Violet and La Traviata all his Mimi in La Boheme reach the levels of Callas and Tebaldi) in contrast to her husband, a good singer but far from Domingo, Pavarotti and Kraus or does not happen at the sole of the slippers to the great Mario del Monaco .

I have a big fucking ego, it's true. For example, from here to Sydney. Although at the time that I have, I also laugh (Descojonado, I would say) myself. Taken too seriously as Alagna fleeing the scene before the boos from the crowd Milan is for idiots.

So today, although obviously we are at March 21 rather than on the fourth Thursday of the eleventh month of the year, and although I've eaten today is far from being a huge turkey with cranberry sauce , today is my " Thanksgiving Day " personal.

I spent time just a bit complicated. Several months of the craziest of my life with a series of events that I have had very little slope in my blog , among other things. In fact, I think in recent months that have elapsed since I published very little "cobwebs Pafuera " and "All'alba Vincerò , which were almost followed for obvious reasons. Finally finished the story with the previous post, that of " Printing, Rising Sun" and how wide I stayed.

As many readers know, I spent a couple of years in darkness. wrote a post once last August I started working again as CEO of a power distribution company. Two long years waiting to enter a place so sad is bad luck, but by that time had run out of options to choose. The company was crappy as ever was (and have) seen, and the truth is that when I did interviews and I feared what eventually happened. And shabby at all I mean the lack of tables minimalist Scandinavian design by Arne Jacobsen and mobile galactic apple rainbow: by crappy I mean they were not mobile because the operator had cut the line by default. Tables tables what is said, had, even better save me tell you how they were. They also had computers ... if you take yours to the office, of course.

the end and the disaster that was the company and with the invaluable help of the famous financial crisis was the suspension of payments. No surprise, on the other. But I'll stop wasting time telling the movie based on a Stephen King book that were the months in which I worked at the company in question back in Parla: We'll leave it at that was the worst experience of my life and I be (enough) money yet.

Before counting what I did since then, in addition to sending many curricula obviously, I remember what I said in several post : my beliefs are far from being Catholic. Many years ago I came to this conclusion despite having been educated in Catholic schools in San Sebastian and Zaragoza, or perhaps because of it. But he also made clear that my problem as I have said many times is with the Catholic Church, but no problems with God. My

Catholic Masses and other events of the past 25 years are limited almost exclusively to family and friends weddings, christenings, funerals (few, thankfully) and nothing else. The truth is that my mother thinks I'm practically an atheist, but my mother is overly exaggerated, and forgiveness by redundancy.

Anyway, the point is that to find a solution that was urgent, I thought that besides the obvious would be a good idea to do something new. It was Albert Einstein who said something like doing the same thing, the best will get the same results so holy to suck the sponsoring cases like this was something new for me. Many readers have heard of the famous prayer to Saint Jude: It is assumed that you pray ... etvoilà! , problem solved, or so says the marketing you Catholic. Then you have to make public what has been achieved in a newspaper, Internet or any another mass medium, "San Judas Tadeo this gracious concession sponsors." More marketing Catholic.

But the truth is that it does seem to work, or maybe it's that I needed and requested, and with such vehemence that the universe inside the final notice, and he answered me. And I said okay, yes. And here comes the meaning of this post : I am now serving with the treatment that my turn, and nothing better to advertise that I used and I have done much to make a post on my own blog.

Back in October last year, I decided to turn my professional status. The most interesting part of my professional situation was that he had no professional status. Or that not many laps and compliments: That was unemployed, pussy. Since closed cutrempresa that I was talking about earlier.

Anyway, I eventually teamed up with a friend of those of the lifetime ( twenty years), and decided to start a business. In that I have been busy in recent months. I will not bore you, surprised readers (surprised it has come to write something here), with an announcement of my company, and I'll post here a nice powerpoint with who we are and do. I will just say that with the invaluable help of my brothers (one in a more economic and the other in a moral sense, but equally invaluable), we are in the market again, with more desire than ever to do things. And do not tell the "invaluable" help of my brothers because they will pay, as there is no God yes.

So as you can see, my main concern has been a "miracle? solution. I repeat: what you think please, I am left with mine. Well, I still have to make money with this, incidentally. But the step has been taken, I'm happy as a partridge and things will work out because we do things right. Speaking

the title of this blog, Invincible was never defeated, despite the misguided popular belief and sectarian literature Anglophile. Philip II sent to fight the British, but instead of heretics found storms and hurricanes. However foundering (never defeat, insist) in any case meant the end of the English Empire, only a slight setback. Alonso Pérez de Guzmán El Bueno, Duke of Medina Sidonia VII in front of the Grande and most happy was an incompetent Navy is irrelevant in this case. Marease that boat, too.

So maybe my nick in this blog should have been Santa Cruz, the old Marquis Don Alvaro de Bazán, who died in Lisbon shortly before departure of the Invincible: Some historians think that the hero of Lepanto become a grandee of Spain by Philip II (" ... by the sun, your lordship, by the sun ) was poisoned by agents with him in England since the compared the outcome could have been different. However, as storms have fallen on English galleons. Perhaps the fleet would have prevented the jetty waiting in Flanders of the troops of Alexander Farnese ... but it is a sterile ucronia consider those things. And I digress from the purpose of this post . Although I made a little detour, I recall the sinking of the British Contraarmada a couple of years later off the coast of La Coruna: a disaster similar to the English in the account of the Perfidious Albion and the pirate Francis Drake.

Anyway, it was just a reminder that history deals for everyone. And that I refrain from commenting about the siege of Cartagena de Indias, a loss of biblical proportions for the Royal Navy and a win (another) of historic magnitude to the English Armada Real .

But I was saying: The Medinasidonia signing this blog never trip by boat, is from San Sebastian, English and Real Madrid: Proud and sometimes a bit arrogant even. This Medinasidonia recent years has endured a lot, with the support of many too. Thanks to them this Medinasidonia has been able to survive storms and hurricanes and then was beheaded few heretics have been ahead in the form of difficulties that seemed insurmountable. But I wrote months ago that the Tramontate stelle ... Vincerò All'alba! (Turandot , Act III, Scene 1), and thus exactly happened: They hid the stars and beat him at dawn, as Prince Calaf. Or as Radames (and apologies for mixing in the same paragraph to Verdi and Puccini to Turandot and Aida ).

So here I am, saying THANK YOU and making it public in this post , without attempting to pass unnoticed among ironic comments. This is what we have, we can say higher but hardly more clear: THANK YOU, THANK YOU and THANK YOU, if there is any doubt . Thanks to my family, my friends ... and San Judas Tadeo, that something be done.

I leave here a link a web leading to the site in question. I served, but yourselves. If you want to try, as I said that shampoo commercial, " you have nothing to lose, only dandruff."

I still be Catholic, indeed. No relationship between one thing and another: At the end of the day when San Judas Tadeo lived, or had no Catholic Church anything. San Judas only one face of danger and just before the soldiers of Rome, the Babylonians and the band of bastards who then dominated the world. There is ná .

PS: Damn, what she longed to publish this post !

(*) admit that I have seen the video on YouTube , my ear is far from being the public understanding of Teatro alla Scala . Or is the sound of my PC, which is not to pull rockets, or the whistles were for something else: For me, the aria is correct but I'm just an amateur therein.

Hands Go Blotchy When There Hanging Down Low

I want!


Toda mi infancia jugando con la Barbie, con sus 100.00 accesorios posibles eso sí, pero la pobre muñeca era incapaz de flexionar completamente la rodilla y mucho menos el codo.
Luego llegó la Barbie gimnasta a la que le incluyeron nuevos puntos de flexión, y ya era la hostia!!!
Más adelante sacaron al mercado las Bratz (he de decir, que a mi esas muñecas cabezonas, que no eran más que ojos y se le amputaban los pies, me parecían horrorosas).
¿¿Pero esto...?? los japoneses, tenían que ser ellos los que sacasen to market something.
Dolls Dollfie call in question and must be a real world that lies behind them, you can customize, have 16 points of articulation ... but what is striking are their faces. Here you have some photos for l @ s who do not may know yet. That is a

frikadas ... Yes, I know, but hey ;-) I love

Can Phone Dummies Work?

After the storm ... Infranchissable




The storm was severe, hurricane winds, a dense fog which prevented vision, a nasty cold, and in the eye of the hurricane Silence, the puzzling and cold silence.

But the storm has passed, the waters return to normal, and this time the sun will shine again with a special glow.

The sun's heat tempering my body, feelings of confusion disappears, and now safer than ever, strong will seize your hand to walk together along the path that once drew.

Are You For The I Heart Boobies Bracelet?

I can not follow the path that was drawn if there are insurmountable walls, there is no way to skip them, you can not break, nor is there any way to get through, walls are too high, too robust and much much weight.
One can not carry a back slab life, because to walk sign, you need to go straight, free, and heavy loads.

Do Nhl Players Buy There Own Sticks

Turn around. New path


Denisse could do little to control their wild instincts, Dafne caused him a chill throughout the body that made him crawl from head to foot, their hands eagerly sought the touch of your skin, and Daphne is always gave his call.
In the back of the room shaking candles and the smell of their bodies filled the room. Dafne
lay waiting, while Denis was looking from the foot of the bed, little by little, with movements that pushed Dafne Suggestion the sheets, exposing her naked body, Denise could not go, went and grabbed her by the hips to bring it.
"Turn around," he whispered Denisse.
With your feet on the carpet and the body lying in bed Dafne crumbled under the caresses of the woman who so often had led him to touch the sky. Denisse
The league began to explore his body from the earlobe and went down his neck, neck, back, while his hands were up working its way between her thighs. It was just at the time her tongue came to meet with his hands, when Daphne started to lose consciousness, then Denise went into it, and little by little to accelerate the pace which caused the drowning cries of Daphne, and the most wonderful orgasm of the night.

4 Year Birthday Rhyme

Walk, this time choose well, no winding roads, no darkness. Go with the ride that opens before your eyes, one in which the light is dim but pleasant, nothing annoying, which sounds are soft and stimulate your senses, where the smell intoxicates you and makes your body flow that feeling of wellbeing. This time he walks with head high, upright posture but quiet and peaceful, let yourself go to the new path that opens before you and enjoy that road called freedom.