Monday, August 16, 2010

Bloods And Surenos Banded

There is poetry and poetry

The young couple in the bathroom after having made love. She is doing a full bidet, while he is in front of the mirror and you're washing your face. You think of marriage, as the steps come in white. E 'convinced that this time is the right man. He's thinking of the ladies, is imagining cutting the cake. He's dreamy eyes and little hearts all around the head.
He is just as poetic, at least in his opinion. Since it is located in the bathroom with his girlfriend, he hopes that he will withhold the fart that the track is ready to launch. We only need a cough and it would be a disaster. This is poetry for him, because not to fart in the face looks like a gesture of great gallantry.
The same pair, after some years of marriage (yes, she was right!), Finds himself in the bathroom again. They made love and happy. It does not happen more often as it once was, but when it happens ........
He is in front of the mirror and is still laughing for the last noisy and smelly flatulence expressed, so it is bent naked over the sink.
you while you're doing a bidet thinks, "with these ten minutes of sex I should be in place for at least a couple of months."
you women, do not think I'm a little poetic. I consider myself a man with feet on the ground. You man, man I'm talking about here does not exist, there is no need to answer you start farting.



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