How Much Does The Whatthedunks Coste

Vanity Fair


It 's always the same story but each time we falling back on time with devastating effects on my already non-existent self-esteem. Arriva
him famous, hysterical - good for charity, but I can not stand the hysterical - who wants to eight girls, beautiful, Mediterranean, expressive, soulful eyes, fat, thin, maybe too good to be blond, even if they can not dance boh ... But they do not even know him, those beautiful, the less beautiful, blond and even those who do not know the fat He wants to know what to dance, then go to greetings, kisses and hugs blatant, smiles and looks flattering. "I want you to walk on a beach like a movie, I want to un'erinni fury in your eyes I want a sensual dance but a bit rough ..." Orders! All to run, hurt those who love and then on, every gesture, "you away, because you suck! You have not understood anything." Heck, I'm skimming through unscathed from all, keeps me looking at me smiling, do you remember me? Like me! At the bottom are Bravin, why should throw me out? And in fact I choose! They are among the eight, damn I did it, it works!
Then you twist the ninth! As the ninth, but did not have to be eight? Well yes, five seats were already allocated almost three up for grabs, but then check that MUST be in the ninth and become the eighth ... And in a nano second I find out that I have been Bravin, expressive, bad, sexy , with eyes deep in my place ... a blonde, expressionless, grassina, through the eyes of mullet, who can not dance but he has, like many others, the talent, crucial in the undergrowth of Italian art: the art of ' flattery, fine craftsmanship that is not learned, in which only the best in order to arrive, get the benefit of a patron saint. No, not in heaven! No need to climb so high, a saint is usually found below! The saint is often unable or, if he is able, he loves the power that only the gesture of many flattering in search of grace gives.
a patron saint I do not have it, I never even tried because I was born with no talent, I do not know how to offer prayers in exchange for votes and thank you. At most I could find a protector! But that's another job and then now it seems that we go in jail!
But ... ops ... I had to tell the shiatsu massage in Ikebukuro, and instead I lost the thread ... sorry for the outburst, now we in Tokyo!