Female Nurse Examining Cock
Trappolaio magic 
Me see them dazed and ready to petrified not knowing how to act, terrified by the call of their leader who, of course, come what would attract them to order. O disorder. It depends on whether we are at the stage of love party or not. The Poor his soldiers armed with confused speech and notes how their principles, have to get political arena of the chattering, shivering as lambs at Easter time. "We hope it does not touch me tomorrow night," whispering to their wives or lovers before going to sleep on Wednesday night. "We hope to have an institutional commitment to send me away from the world where it takes the phone," the trust Friday secretaries in high heels and low morale, especially when their leaders do not fit. A weekly drama that sees them tried for years and years is not the solution. The story is always the same. A call, a meeting, a hail of insults, injuries, big words as heavy as their wallets. "You had to leave immediately from there ...". "President, but the last time that guy is gone you have forced Gaddafi to follow for three days and three nights in the desert." "You had to be quiet and not fall into the trap of those communists "." president, but when Dick was silent in front of the allegations have sent by Lele Mora to massage his feet. "" You should not laugh at jokes that the magistrate eat children. "" President, but when Harry, recently, not gave no sign of grin you've beaten in Siberia to polish the Blue Stream. "Poor souls subcontractors were forced to digest criticism Valeria Marini miss the first day of Milan fashion shows. But they, as a mild skin that is abandoned by the surgeon plastic, and can not fail to calm those who know better than all that means, not by the peace of having no one in his library that can avoid costly traps cleverly placed between the monitor, connected remotely controlled and applause. And do you know so well, that would like to see this "magical trappolaio" dusting off the TV at home. Instead of doing it. Good shirt for everyone.
Me see them dazed and ready to petrified not knowing how to act, terrified by the call of their leader who, of course, come what would attract them to order. O disorder. It depends on whether we are at the stage of love party or not. The Poor his soldiers armed with confused speech and notes how their principles, have to get political arena of the chattering, shivering as lambs at Easter time. "We hope it does not touch me tomorrow night," whispering to their wives or lovers before going to sleep on Wednesday night. "We hope to have an institutional commitment to send me away from the world where it takes the phone," the trust Friday secretaries in high heels and low morale, especially when their leaders do not fit. A weekly drama that sees them tried for years and years is not the solution. The story is always the same. A call, a meeting, a hail of insults, injuries, big words as heavy as their wallets. "You had to leave immediately from there ...". "President, but the last time that guy is gone you have forced Gaddafi to follow for three days and three nights in the desert." "You had to be quiet and not fall into the trap of those communists "." president, but when Dick was silent in front of the allegations have sent by Lele Mora to massage his feet. "" You should not laugh at jokes that the magistrate eat children. "" President, but when Harry, recently, not gave no sign of grin you've beaten in Siberia to polish the Blue Stream. "Poor souls subcontractors were forced to digest criticism Valeria Marini miss the first day of Milan fashion shows. But they, as a mild skin that is abandoned by the surgeon plastic, and can not fail to calm those who know better than all that means, not by the peace of having no one in his library that can avoid costly traps cleverly placed between the monitor, connected remotely controlled and applause. And do you know so well, that would like to see this "magical trappolaio" dusting off the TV at home. Instead of doing it. Good shirt for everyone. 
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