- Gol, dammit! "We jumped all, shot down several steps, twisted. A heap of bodies.
- Great, Dad, great! -A hand held radio crackled with the stamp of a fat-Rospide selection, maquinola!
We hit a girl with at least seven earrings in one ear stood up, smiling, and sat, as he could, breasts first, then her bra beneath his muscular stripes. Someone was looking for, between the planks of the platform, a shoe.
- Olé olé, olé olé wave ...! "We sang, we sang, jumping. An old man pressed with a finger and a thumb eyeballs, under his glasses, murmuring a kind of prayer, crying.
guitarist stepped forward, three steps, and started with the first chords. We all ran across the lawn, forward, driven by a superior force that was pushing all behind us but it was also something else, as if the music had a magnet. I stepped on people, someone lost his glasses but he said 'No matter, dude, who cares. Listen, listen to Jimmy! ".
The girls tried to take pictures with cell phones held high. There was an explosion of light, fireworks, aiming to tear the heart of the night. It sounded like you mordiscones ears ripped off. I spent a faso. Pité. Someone jumped, we jumped all, was kicking back, knees.
Now, if you ask me the result of the match I went to see, if you ask me what teams played even if it was criminal or dove's goals count double, I have no clue.
If you ask me the name of the band's concert, if you ask me if it is a heavy metal band or the Austrian stones, how long the concert, I do not know, never mind.
What I needed was someone to hold me, feel even a hand on his shoulder, touching her ankle, may rub the thigh or buttock, smell a handful of human hair. I resolve, forgive me.
- Great, Dad, great! -A hand held radio crackled with the stamp of a fat-Rospide selection, maquinola!
We hit a girl with at least seven earrings in one ear stood up, smiling, and sat, as he could, breasts first, then her bra beneath his muscular stripes. Someone was looking for, between the planks of the platform, a shoe.
- Olé olé, olé olé wave ...! "We sang, we sang, jumping. An old man pressed with a finger and a thumb eyeballs, under his glasses, murmuring a kind of prayer, crying.
guitarist stepped forward, three steps, and started with the first chords. We all ran across the lawn, forward, driven by a superior force that was pushing all behind us but it was also something else, as if the music had a magnet. I stepped on people, someone lost his glasses but he said 'No matter, dude, who cares. Listen, listen to Jimmy! ".
The girls tried to take pictures with cell phones held high. There was an explosion of light, fireworks, aiming to tear the heart of the night. It sounded like you mordiscones ears ripped off. I spent a faso. Pité. Someone jumped, we jumped all, was kicking back, knees.
Now, if you ask me the result of the match I went to see, if you ask me what teams played even if it was criminal or dove's goals count double, I have no clue.
If you ask me the name of the band's concert, if you ask me if it is a heavy metal band or the Austrian stones, how long the concert, I do not know, never mind.
What I needed was someone to hold me, feel even a hand on his shoulder, touching her ankle, may rub the thigh or buttock, smell a handful of human hair. I resolve, forgive me.
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