Blunt knife
I say goodbye, talking about aesthetics when going to talk about the female mustache, and I asked you, my dear grasshopper, that if it was fair dejaseis 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 do that a soft fuzz underneath the 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 in the aesthetic is plenty to talk, the whole cloth, because we will continue another day talking about pubic space, both public and private, fashions and trends in haircuts in felpudito I would say this is pubic public space, which can be seen (if you go to a nudist 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, asking the questions that We all, where are we, where we come, be beautiful my eggs? (Or my lips, by sex and condition)
And what was in the awful aesthetics leave the mustache 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. Which means, for those who can read, that I like the bed, who are good lovers, who 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 with a mustache. There are also good lovers without it, but that it looks female, of bushy eyebrows, that, my little grasshopper, that's sure bet has feminine quality assurance, and when she is yelling below (or above, or in front, which Nor will guide you on these things that are very personal) definitely will remember these words.
Because scream, enjoy, and you will enjoy too.
Because scream, that's true, I remember once, we were in the hotel at dawn in Mexico City, with a coppery complexion Mexican friend - what beautiful color! - A horizontal line was joined eyebrows, had a sea 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 tweezers - what heartless and unimaginative says preliminary boring?, We had two hours without stopping to laugh - had begun on the eyebrows, mustache and followed by the nipples - yours and mine - and we were coming to cut the arrow-shaped felpudito) 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. And 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 was going up 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
