Monday, June 29, 2009

What Arepolyps In The Brain

forward democratic



the heat wave also can be democratic, friends molars, and you have to spend with it, sucking fluid fanning chilly and Champine color with black paper the Trenzano, which are fanning good and, in so The sea of \u200b\u200bdemocracy.
To help pass it, avoid evil hour, and, incidentally, comfort the spirit of good Moutinho confirming that I have not seduto empresonado far up or swallowed, send this message when I turn summer my dreidel to almost lose control.
First, I wish to inform that the molarity all though our highly efficient men Emotional Intelligence Service (SIE) have sought to Manuel The Pastaza and Sergei Dragutinovic with rubber hands and bags of peanuts on top of the penis, have found no trace of his whereabouts or shadow of their former selves. But do not be alarmed or, at least for now, burning orphanages, as our spirited agents have contacted the EVB (Values \u200b\u200bEducation Bureau) and the prestigious PDA (Patrol-help) and two travel agencies (pistol, flashlight and ball camphor in hand) the untidy nests of psychologists from Eastern Europe and hope to find some clue, some sign, and there to his forehead: Istanbul.

Also, I am pleased to present to the world youth molar new clothes for the heat of day and the brilliance at times and no light: that's the most democratic shirts ever imagined. Something that can never assume the tenancy obstinate French Palace, which brings so much to our chagrin antiplebiscitaria afternoons tea bread and expectorant. Just the opposite of the democratic model that has exhibited such distinction and gives them dignity, while blown in them that breath of constitutionality that is so typical.

Monday, June 8, 2009

How To Dispose Sanitary Pads

T Tribute to Svetlana or "I like hot evening look with the Stars' How


My
Lón friend, our beloved Minister of the Interior, sat on the site of knowledge when you have received this lovely letter from Svetlana, I share with you all, friends in the molarity, to glory with its old style:

" Hello! My name is Svetlana. I live in Russia. In my 30 years. Seeking love, I love and I want to love. I hope my letter will not be left unattended.

is interesting to know, probably as much as where I could find your e-mail address.

I am now your explain. My friend was sitting in the place of knowledge, and has known the man. After correspondence, they have begun serious relationship. Man has written that he has a friend who also wants to meet Russian women. My friend invited me to know the man from another country. I agreed, because they heard that foreign men very well, always respect women and know how to love. Seeking love, I want serious relationships. I took your e-mail and I write now. I hope my letter will not be left unattended. Also the man who gave me your e-mail, I asked to say never, who has given me your address. I promised to never tell. So, sorry, but if you ask me who gave me your e-mail, not dire.

I tell you about. Nurse job. In the future I want to be a doctor. I like to play a lot of volleyball. I was working early of volleyball is serious.

I like meeting friends. I love animals very much. I love nature, I like to heat, sun, surf and swarthy master. I also like walking to the bells. My romantic women. I like to look hot afternoon at the stars, thinking about nice. If in the street bad weather I sit, the houses and watch the TV or read the book. I like to read books. I like watching comedies. But more than anything, I love listening to music. I can not without music. I like listening to almost all. In a letter

can not count all of if. If I answer you, will tell a lot of still more interesting.

With best wishes, Svetlana "

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

The Departure Times From Liverpool Pier Head

occurs to you, Michael, bonico, steal corn Trevelyan, so badly bent that is the guy. If you just have to see her face!




By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Michael they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyan's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you are free,
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

The fields of Athenry
(Pete St. John, 1970's)

· This version:
Charlie Haden Family & Friends
the album "Rambling Boy", 2008
Petra Haden sings, plays piano Bruce Hornsby and Pat Metheny
the guitar.