Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Biology Of Monica Roccaforte





average reading time: 3 minutes.


Fernando did not know whether to laugh at the stupidity that Mary had said, his servant, or give a strong shake campion provided all the ignorance that pervaded the brains. Suddenly felt as if he had made a trip back in time to the Middle Ages.

- What my son did what? Asked the magician, holding her baby wrapped in tears, perhaps with the ridiculous hope of getting a sensible answer or a clarification of what had just heard.

"I tell you it" ojiaron "sir, and that they warned him that if the lady took out the baby the street will put a red bracelet, pa 'protection. At least it should cover her face and not let anyone kiss her.

"Damn retrograde culture. Evil Eye! How is it possible that a superstition of that caliber has survived for so long? Fernando thought. "

"For the love of God, Mary, do not you Catholic? Do not you have said is a sin to believe in magic?

"Yes, but as the saying goes, pattern, we should not believe or disbelieve. Also, why do you criticize me if he spends doing magic all the time? Are not you afraid that one of these days earn it an evil spirit?

"What I do is not magic as such, are nothing but tricks ... Arrrgh!, Do not know what I'll tell you, honestly I do not think you can argue immersed in your syncretism.

- "Without thought what? Asked the maid frightened, as if Fernando had said a magic word to induce a spell, only cross himself lacked.

The magician closed his eyes, swallowed, snorted. It felt disgusted, the stupidities of Mary, combined with the overwhelming cry of your baby, you were piercing the serenity. With the air of patience finally asked

- What do you think a pediatrician would tell you if you go out with the nonsense you're telling me?

- Ah, boss, I am surprised! Remember that doctors only serve to make the track one, plus they do not reveal the appropriate remedy for this.

Fernando, looking on, he settled the baby in her arms as if to leave one free to slap Mary. However, he stopped and proceeded to call doctor to schedule an appointment, despite the risk of being "cheated".

The days passed, and the magician was increasingly surprised to note that many "people" shared the belief that it is used. Whenever he commented on the constant cry of his son, and after discarding the most common causes of that reaction, dirty diaper, air locked, cramps, hunger, etc .- the above, as if they were experts in detecting the symptoms of a poorly known, concluded that perhaps the child had been "ojiado."

The remedy proposed by the majority was as follows: it was an egg wrapped in a blanket leg which previously had passed between the legs of a virgin, and then rub it on the patient's body during prayer time lasted seven Our Fathers. If the above was done correctly, and in fact the child had been the victim of an evil eye, when breaking the egg yolk should come out black. It was also possible with peppercorns failing, but in this case depended on whether they were thundering conclusion to be thrown into the fire.

Although he had recommended a lot of witches with experience in the field, and its wife in the midst of despair, and was willing to try, Fernando never yielded to the execution of that nonsense.

Over time, the ear drops the doctor prescribed pain healed the baby, until one afternoon calm the child woke up crying abruptly. Mary came back with chacota the evil eye, so Fernando, tired of the situation after lull the baby to calm him, he went to his workshop and chose several items as if preparing for one of his acts of magic. He put on his jacket with long sleeves and went to the maid, being in front of her looked at her with a face of terror and said

- Mary, do not move! A spirit today announced that has been the victim of an evil eye!

The maid, horror, jerked her hand to her mouth. Fernando, with grace, he drew from his sleeve a hen's egg, which began to rub her maid on the forehead and temples while uttered in a tone of incantation, the words "ignorant, syncretism, estupidísimo ". The egg soon turned black, the magician brought to the table and making a few passes with his hands and opened it, before the astonished eyes of Mary, he out a small cake of shit, obviously a toy.

- Have you seen? That was the problem, "said the magician with a sneer," the worst is that I will reach the eggs to cure them all.

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Friday, July 16, 2010

The World's Biggestskatepark Tech Deck

Black Egg Bug Girl Stuff Kids


average reading time: 3 minutes .


- Jessica, stop please this madness must end now, that drug is still experimental and rejuvenating You should not abuse it! "Said the scientist, wounded and lying on the floor.

The poor man waved one of his hands, which, in turn, tried to hide what was happening before their eyes: a young woman transformed by a painful metamorphosis into a hideous creature that resembled a wasp. The result, rather than scary, it seemed ludicrous to many members of the small audience who watched that movie in bad quality full feature preview. It was all so ridiculous several burst into hysterical laughter.

With that painful memory, on another of his many failures film, Brenda Watson was awakened by a slight trance. He was preparing to enter the scene, and suddenly had remained static, seen in the mirror as if in front of a stranger. I could not believe his nickname Bug Girl, made by its customary share of horror movies and science fiction related to all vermin and insects, had given the money necessary in order to "rescue" her career.

"Five minutes to start, Miss Watson, "warned the wizard behind the door of the clubhouse.

- Got it! "She said with a trembling voice.

doubt again invaded his mind. Had he made the right decision? He remembered how much I thought before accepting the role of Harriet, in "Collective Intelligence", which is about a teenage nerd , fond of entomology, who discovers his capacity to control the minds of the flies, and uses that power to lethally charged abuse and taunts of the bullies and popular girls in school. That sure was a good movie, maybe the only good, a real blockbuster, his rise to fame.

The sequel was also good, at least in economic terms, but critics gave him so many injuries as the flies that were stuck in the throats of the victims of Harriet. Besides Brenda pigeonhole in such roles, this course successfully dragged the dark side of show business: he knew the parties, made influential friends, began in drugs, alcohol and wild sex. To maintain his lifestyle had to accept many dubious roles in stupid movies that are completely out of the tangent. Suddenly was seen as an actress second, Bug Girl, a victim of the whims of Hollywood.

- A scene, Miss Watson!

As he walked on the set thought the worst part of your life, perhaps to give some encouragement to continue what he was. There was proud of his two arrests for drunken driving and drug possession, or the many times he entered rehab. You goosebumps remembering the poverty levels reached, as when he had to spend evenings in grocery grocery feeding with free samples of products the hostesses offered in trays. The place was now was indeed much better, could not return to take up signing autographs at conventions for freaks or make presentations at birthday clown acting as spoiled children. No! Now had a feeling like what she remembered and dignity.

The director made the introductions between Brenda and the partner with whom he had to work. In it's eyes lit up and greeted her with a handshake and a smile. "At least people in this environment is very nice," Brenda thought, before taking off the gown. Seconds later she sighed, and did not know whether to laugh or mourn at the thought that perhaps at some future would make a documentary of his life.

- "Everybody ready? Shouted the director-Lights, camera ... action!

- Why do you say the Bug Girl?

- Ummmh! I think due to my addiction to suck these huge, succulent worms, "said Brenda while playing his character, Hardiet, with a lascivious voice. Then he bent down and got his partner's cock in the mouth.

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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Women Huge Natural Tits




average reading time: 2 minutes.


Kids stuff, and we call upon all those who came to dominate almost perfectly, so much so that if we compare it with something that we can not yet master now, it is trivial. On the other hand, I think some think that the saying refers to immaturity, excessive imagination and lack of logic.

I consider myself a very focused, realistic, mature and intelligent. Have overcome the phase of children's thoughts and also "helped" to my peers to also pass that stage. Such was the case with my cousin Mario, who until covet nonsense stopped and focused on important things only began to progress. Previously, for example, wanted to marry the prettiest girl of the people, but I persuaded him that the above was out of his league, I helped him set foot on earth, and apart from that I convinced him to marry more gordita with the bakery, which clearly was a better option.

Another example was my brother Arnulfo: at first intended to study engineering, but his luck did I see that your brain is too small to understand the matters discussed in this profession, so now is studying to be a librarian, and all thanks to my wise counsel.

of virgins with which I could lie, or speak, mostly young women past the age of majority. To all that convinced of chastity, by now, were pure kid stuff and the best option to be deflowered in a intelligent, so they could enter "dignity" to the world of adulthood, I was.

... Ah, finally! Final example I will just to be sure I have explained correctly, in my childhood could easily convince my parents to buy me a candy or a toy either, those were kid stuff, now I'm all adult, and that I am aware of my talent, will found an evangelical church.

I have a divine mission on earth: to convince people to do what suits me. No wonder I married the most beautiful girl in town, I'm the only engineer in the family and I am also the most pristine that has been taken from my brothers.

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Friday, July 9, 2010

Nursing Diagnosis For A Patient With Cellulitis

Addiction


average reading time: 3 minutes .


was Wednesday afternoon, the elegant Argentine restaurant was crowded with people, on a table in the center, Ms. Gomez, together with three of her friends book club seniors, proud observed signs and signs indicating prohibiting smoking, were his favorite trophies. As one of the main activists who had managed the recently passed anti-smoking law, nothing made her happier than to keep out those repulsive cues cancer.

Rigoberto, aka the frail, thin man, tall, stubble, small eyes, long hair and bulbous nose, stood a couple of tables from the sixties members club. He ordered a cafe waiter, catching the attention of the diners with his raspy voice. After waiting a few minutes, looking suspicious, glanced around the local. Although elderly noticed attentive to their movements, did bite the bullet and pulled the bag from his jacket and long white object. He took it to his mouth and began to suck, which the unit responded by lighting a red light at the end. Then let go and gladly gave a whitish vapor vanished immediately upon contact with air. It was an electronic cigarette.

Mrs. Gomez, unaware that this contraption was harmless, at least for those who did not use it, "began snapping fingers and call for a waiter with a tone of indignation. When a they came, the old, in the midst of a melodrama, complained reciting the entire article and the decree for the law prohibiting the consumption of snuff in public places. The support of her colleagues did not expect and all that circus was not indifferent to Rigoberto, who was upset immediately. The environment that painted the incident was not conducive to a former convict who received therapy for anger management, as was the wimp.

Although the waiter tried to explain to Mrs. Gomez the difference between a normal cigarette and an electronic one, without getting it to desist from their protests, was forced, by the While the image of the restaurant, Rigoberto kindly ask that keep your appliance. This, angry, preferring to leave the place, but not before throwing a look scary at the head of the scandal.

At night, the book club meeting came to an end. Mrs. Gomez was separated from her friends and headed to his car. Before he could reach the same shade of a tall man wrapped. It was the sickly, which took her arm and threatened to kill her with an enormous knife dragged her into a lonely alley. And then having it pulled from his bag a pack of cigarettes and black snuff ordered the old woman, who looked shocked, that the smoke all, one by one.

While the old coughing and gagging exposed to smoke, so Rigoberto reproached him mockingly that his intolerance is perhaps due to the death of their loved ones in the hands of snuff, and if so, such attitude seemed pathetic. The torment of Mrs. Gomez continued until, in the third cigarette, it nearly collapsed after vomiting. When the old woman noticed that the sickly recovered was gone, and gasping as if dying left home that bullet.

next morning
Mrs. Gomez was awakened abruptly had many nightmares. It undertook to check that all doors and windows are locked and no one had broken into the house. Although everything was in order was afraid, and with that feeling, as would happen from now on whenever you scared, caught the flavor and smell of snuff flooding his mouth and nostrils. Since then no protest by smokers but just away from them.

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Masterbation Birthday Wish

Mrs. Ray Stone of the Compadres


average reading time: 3 minutes.


My name is Alfred, I'm Nicaraguan, and I'm going to have happened when I was just six months live in the capital of Guatemala. At that time I knew everything about the famous Catholic church in Esquipulas, located in the municipality of the same name, in the department of Chiquimula. In that place is home to the enigmatic and supposedly miraculously Image of the Black Christ, whose followers, for his eccentricities, seem a religion other than Christianity. Each year in the fiesta which is celebrated on January 15, thousands of devotees undertake pilgrimage to the site from various parts of the country. Some make very painful penance like walking several miles to the temple on their knees, or whip their backs for hours.

was exactly 15 January and a beautiful Ladino called Hilda, my friend at the time, asked me to take her in my car to Esquipulas. Excited about the opportunity that the trip would give me to live with it I accepted without hesitation. We left after noon. The church is located about four hours from the capital, but because of various problems we had along the way traffic, apart from a lunch stop we made, we took more account to the point that was beginning to get dark when we in the last third of the way to Chiquimula. After we spent a sharp bend we blew a tire, lost control and, amid a scare, encunetados stopped at the edge of the road near a section full of weeds.

After a few minutes to restore calm in the midst of an uncomfortable silence, we noticed that the bushes with a big stone jutting oddly, when Hilda saw her seat leaped terrified, and began crossing himself repeatedly while began to pray something I could not understand. When asked about the reason for his reaction, I hurriedly explained that it was Stone of the Compadres: a legend about a friend and a midwife-who-knows-who-who for many years had gone to Esquipulas, in the time that the trip should anticipate a few days before the show because it could only be reached there on foot. The bottom line was that both travelers, lovers in secret, gradually fell behind the group and in a fit of lust, hidden behind the vegetation began to have sex. The omniscient Lord of Esquipulas, or the Black Christ, to see this shameless act, as if the Medusa, punished the sinners turned to stone dust medium.

To not laugh at the belief my friend I decided to look carefully at the stone. Feet and head to find that it was so arbitrary as when one tries to associate the shape of a cloud with something. From my perspective, my friend was standing, giving hard behind the gossip at the time they were punished. The image, in my quest to find her sexually excited me. I turned to see Hilda, who agitated breathing. She looked at me strangely ..., almost mischievous. Then I saw his chest suggestively, rising and falling rapidly at a pace that gave me such an excitement that without asking me she rushed over and started kissing her passionately. It took only a few seconds so I could get hold of one of her breasts, and a little more to tuck abused my hand under her skirt. Noticing that my companion was enjoying my touch, so much as to forget all about superstition, I whispered: "Do not want to risk the Black Christ petrify us?". The only thing that became lost that night was my penis. We made love for hours, interrupted occasionally by the lights of passing cars.

Now, after five years, although I am skeptical about the Lord of Esquipulas, my wife Hilda and I did not lose a single January 15 to visit La Piedra de los Compadres.


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