Women In Red Dress Dancing On The Beach

I reussssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!!

I succeeded, my blog I reussssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! I'm the best and fuck the rest! the taste of success is so good! my blog, oh my dear blog, you had your dose of misfortune and disappointment, sad notes of a 2 ball, I want to share my success with you!
I did! I have succeeded when all my predisposing to failure, a disappointment in love, a loved one has my heart between life and death, school performance not very satisfactory, and yet, I resssi!
oh putin, it's been too good to succeed, to have a new confidence in itself, gives the sensation ressite can move mountains!
I came out of these events safely and brilliantly too! putin of 2010, you were not nice to me, you wanted me to get this message: Welcome to the real life! Well I tell you, welcome to my world!
this success, I deserve it, plenty! now I'm spoiled for choice and it's so good:))) big schools welcome me, and I like that! fuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! i made it!
bolg dear good now, I leave you, I'll celebrate that, and I'll fuck the shit! drink with me tonight, a toast to my success:)))

Doujin American Dad Online

downtown Tunis, Tunis



I'm not a fan of downtown Tunis, I rarely go, I am an unconditional love the suburbs north, but here, I can not deny that downtown is truly the center of Tunis, the heart and soul of Tunisia.


lately I am led to go there more often than usual, I have some business to settle, and we all know, everything goes through downtown.


Avenue Habib Bourguiba! this avenue is very dear to my heart because it perfectly reflects the behavior of the Tunisian lambda, the "big ben" always set with quleques minutes late, cafes shit on both sides of the avenue, people pressed, students fainenants qi spend their time in these cafes rather than in their sacks, fast food greasy, the lablabi , Eggs, sandwiches foul ... short I'll spare you the details.


there is also the pastries that serve lemonade with crisp, I stopped from time to time to taste something that I love this stuff.


they leave, come back and walk in any direction, there are plenty of movement, middle walk hastily in their costumes at Hamadi Abid, the chicks are wearing colorful stuff, they resemble a rainbow of itinerant .... and I like the simplicity, I like the fact that the makeup "grave" as a result of sweat, I do not perfection ...


guys flirt on the street everything that moves, beautiful girls a little girls naked veiled girls, everything has a vagina between your legs is a way that may be dredged ...


there is also the other side of downtown: cultural life.


cinema halls, theaters, exhibitions, everything goes.


the intellectuals failed, broke, the pseudo intellectuals who find themselves revolted over coffee at the hotel "international", discussing them, talk about things that the average Tunisian is unable to decipher.


there are executives who are tired of working conditions, their stomachs gone haywire because of the crappy food fast food they barely manage to buy their tickets restaurants ...


is ca tunis morning


then comes after tunis by night ...


there is a whole world ...


the alcolos, marginalized, and everything else.


bars open their doors, pseudo restaurants in the Rue de Marseille, which for me are just taverns, cabarets, belly dancers, the singers voice was rusty as a result of smoking and the alcohol, the police who are trying somehow to control this entire world ...


each spend the evening what they earn in the morning, others spend the morning what they earn in the evening ...

brothels, places of ill repute, the bitches, alcohol, everything flows. and morning Rebelote all over again as if nothing had happened, everything returns to its simplicity as if nothing had happened ...
to be continued ...

Try Different Hairstyles On My Head

navel of the world just ...

Come, come, we'll drink the red, we'll drink my blood, we'll drink to intoxication ...
Come, I offer my remains as an amuse
mouth ... I offer my skin, I offer my flesh, take the rest I do not want it ...
Come, drink my blood, devour my flesh, devouring me whole, and make I love ...
Remains in me ... Come
pick up the pieces of a life that starts to spin, come to my aid, come and help me to rise from my ashes ...
Come intoxicates you, and rewrite my life with your ink, rewrote my life with your blood ...
Come, take me whole, kill me, kiss me, violate me, my body belongs to you, my soul is yours, do as you want, all I
want is reborn ... I am bruised, I'm dead, I am no longer a body, I lost my soul, I died, I lost interest in life, then come ...
Come and never reappears, never leaves me alone, I'm lost without you, come back, come back to me ...
Where are you? where do you hide yourself? I was told that you have 10000 faces, I was told that it is impossible to recognize you, you told me you do just once in life, I was told that you magical powers, then or are you? I do believe what I said?
Are you already came to my bedside? If so, you come back?
Do I missed your arrival? is what you've already made an appointment with you?
Come, and if you're already coming, back, I'm on my knees before you, before your greatness, and I ask your forgiveness and I ask your help, with tears in my eyes, I ask you to come or at least provide evidence of life, giving me an I do not know anything which I can hang ...
procrastination of a girl who has his fate in the hands and expecting a magic wand, which expects to issue, and hopes to succeed ...