Can Gonorrhea Lay Dormant?

Blooded nails

I wanted to begin by describing the evening of the carnival (which for me was Saturday, February 2 and Sunday) but then I got distracted ... I looked a bit 'around ... and I saw the red nail polish that I had given my cousin for Christmas, and so I put me, and now I'm writing ... there can imagine what fun! I look like a spider with the tips of the legs all red zompetta at random on the keyboard, even a little 'suck. It seems like a splatter scene, but no. However my
Carnival was fun, but that night I had her nails red. We started, me and my friends, dressed as Grease, you know gonnone females with large and fluffy, and males with leather jackets and pants close, then we realized that none of the three girls had a nice gonnona but something more than a fluted type sad collegial style and to dance with the leather jacket is like going to sea with a ski suit. So we arranged. Well, my friend seemed to spring Barbie, dressed in pink and flowers, the other Barbie Sport, with the red shirt and handkerchief to his throat as if it was just out of the tennis court, and I, all in black, I looked like Barbie gravedigger. I mean even the shadow of Grease. It 'also true that there were those who were dressed worse than us, like all men who bring out the woman who was manifested in their sequined dresses and adjoining parcel, or the guy who was masked from "I just got out of the shower" with bathrobe, flip flops and shaving foam. Maybe I was unleashed on the Dancefloor too cold and then I took the exit, put then advancing age, the fact is that I found myself on Monday morning with sciatica in his right leg and now also a tear in the back. AND 'creature of the night that was in me is retired, ihihi.

Spanish Skirts For Sale

The highlight of Sunday

That is to say, oh what a thrill. After years, but I say years, after decades, but I say decades, eons after I found it. You know that character's disturbing, brown, with open mouth and threatening do you see in this picture:



e di risposta a quella anche su questa:



beh, l'avete mai visto? Io si, e mi fa ridissimo, e fino a qualche tempo fa ne ero ossessionata. Poi come tutte le mie ossessioni, me ne sono dimenticata. Ma il punto è che, dai, guardatelo, non é fighissimo? Non fa troppo ridere? Non vi sta già un po' simpatico? E prima, mentre con una mano mangiavo mezzo cracker con il prosciutto e un pezzo di gambo di sedano e con l'altra facevo zapping su internet, l'ho ri-trovato! E con lui anche il suo nome, é Mr.Domokun , è un piccolo marrone a bocca aperta mostro nato da un uovo che vive con una saggio vecchio coniglio underground. He likes the TV so much ( small brown open-mouthed monster hatched from an egg who lives with a wise old rabbit underground. He really, really likes TV and ... ) and has officially become my best friend!







Apart from this gem for connoisseurs, I take this opportunity to tell you that, although initially against my will and then after a while 'less, I also have a myspace, so for the joy of all you see / read / hear yet another me on the net! Happyhappyhappyhappyhappynesse Oh!