Blunt knife
Saturday, April 18th, 2009I say goodbye, talking about aesthetics when talking about the mustache was female, and I asked you, my dear grasshopper, if you dejaseis was blond as is, and if it was dark, it is clear but noticing that, like the witches, if any, Hayle. Why, my dears, I think I a soft fuzz under your nose is a flag to be proud of?
But I take leave talking about the strange aesthetic tastes that lead to anorexia and punishment of the body. And is that aesthetics is plenty to talk, the whole cloth, because we will continue another day talking about the pubic area, both public and private, fashions and trends in haircuts in felpudito would say this is pubic public space, which can be seen (if you go to a naturist beach, of course), and also discuss the aesthetics of the genitals, I know positively that is an issue that prevents you from sleeping at night, making the questions We are all where we are, where we came, my eggs will be nice? (Or my lips, by sex and condition)
And what was in the awful aesthetics of the mustache leave you if you are women? because it is the standard, is the Union Jack (British flag, which ruled the seas) of sex, indicating that land belong. Or rather, what heaven. The meaning, for who can read, which I like the bed, who are good lovers, that your partner is lucky to sleep with you. To me, the truth, I envy the spouses, friends, partners of women with a mustache. I've never had a bad lover mustache. There are also good lovers without it, but that it looks female, of eyebrows, that, my little grasshopper, that's safe bet, quality assurance is female, and when she is screaming beneath (or above, or before that Nor will guide you on these things that are very personal), no doubt will remember these words.
Because scream, enjoy, and you will enjoy as well.
Because they scream, that's true, I remember once, we were in the hotel at dawn, in Mexico City with a Mexican friend coppery skin - what beautiful color! - A horizontal line was joined eyebrows, was a sea of tangled legs, needed a trimmer to get sex, but ... when it came! ... It was a storm, an earthquake, rain, hail, thunder, lightning. Difficulty of holding the tug, its bucking bronco at a rodeo. That night we started late (we had a good session with the tweezers - what heartless and unimaginative says the preliminary boring?, We had two hours without stopping to laugh - we had started on the eyebrows, mustache and followed by the nipples - yours and mine - and we were coming to cut felpudito arrow-shaped), when we could no longer hold, and soon their cries encouraged our neighbors headboard, separated by a partition, and soon in the silence of the three o'clock the couple across the aisle. That night we had a concert, and that gave us s warranty, and came back ... I thought - she screamed as if he cut little by little with a blunt knife - which would raise hotel security. And probably go up.
And they would be listening.
Enfin, I do not mean mostachudas as musketeers, is simply something like this (well, not so well, was pretty, but in another way, fewer wolves, I mean that his mustache was like in the photo) ....
Next Chapter: proof of the cosmic egg, Easter toy, that will be on Sunday, of course
