Which Has Less Calories Wet Or Dry Chow Mein

Pride And

The frustrations of those who have a chronic tomorrow
not driving the car made out of his hands
is the slave of his block, is a slave Feel
its product remains strong but in fact is a dead man Like
reduced, it is a race against time
At first his contract will go to a company in bankruptcy
I hear crying about his condition on a Spit
'where there is no longer master

is the world where more than sudo take it in the ass

is the world where the rich man's son sleep safe
the son of the worker has the nightmares about his future
is an injustice that causes pure hatred indomitable
The worker who makes the Fiat Uno did not see his thing
When you hear the number one
A happiness angry but do not know anyone

Some Good Message For Marriage Cards

'the state police or state police?

witness Mr cop I write this weather
what matters is the document photographed
hell where a police state under
fake democracy
fuck people like my
with trajectories of acrobatics,
where a life is worth less, if a uniform
pulls the trigger
no offense, remains a mystery
when they send you to the cemetery,
when they send you to the graveyard,
as did their colleagues with Aldo,
beaten to death without a crime
but the killers have not paid, as they did
well with cage, for no reason
bloodshed
missed shot for a thousand lies to cover
so we think the head
today November 11, the curves against the state, and do not ask
because I do not trust the man armed
as you did in the past,
the circle above the asphalt,
after death as with the stone ... Charles smashes his head, nothing
guilty nor murderers,
among those helmets and stricter
all protected, all clean
is the justice of the puppets ...

It is the state police or state police?


if they protect me, protect me from their ki?! who?!
I do not trust anything, no!
I protect myself by myself, and I do not care
ke things that you know, then if the cops are
cme VIPs, uncle never pay ...
the lead of the 70
the siren charms,
knows that as soon as the merchandise is discarded,
knows why pull the white uncle gets up, cleans already
and Berta in the morning [yes]
steals bags nightclub where Enrai with badge.
in Milan, neighborhoods,
children do not talk to strangers, but even the cops and
carabbinieri,
guerdie thieves, who knows who are the infamous Friar, who has thrown the stone

or who put his hands behind .. .

It is the state police or state police?

You have your hands behind your neck and face against wall, remains fixed
you to shut up, because you are no longer safe,
in silence until they reach your lawyer,
looks like a movie, I know
tasks, but is not that I have learned,
no matter how good you are, no matter if you are weak, if you want to hurt
they can do,
is the abuse of power that is now legalized
you never know how it ends when you're in the police station, and I do not ever
the whole herb
one beam then there is also the honest cop who did not
wrong but if I have any dead on the street, there's never
jail, when the uniform
shoot! It is the state police
or state police?
ask the father of Charles, the mother of Aldo

It is the state police or state police?
brother of cages, the massacre at
Diaz ...

Herpes Outbreak And Waxing

And I have no, intention, to please you! NO MORE SORROW

Let me be explicit from the outset. I do not think you'll like it. The lords and ladies envied disgust. You will not like at all! Do not you like me now and you'll like even less afterwards. Lord, a warning: I'm ready for anything! At any time! What is merit or demerit, this is now difficult to say. However, it is certain that a rake! I will continue to walk, to try burning passions. Not doletevene, would cause you grief! Draw conclusions according to the distance at which you terrestrial themselves to put the language under your skirts. Gentlemen, do not despair. I'm ready for anything, yes! The same warning also applies to you! Quench your squalid erections! Because when you'll see an embrace of what you are able. Then I'll know if you come minus my expectations. I wish to fuck, imagining that your secret lover is watching you in secret. To experience the same feelings that I have tried, and I feel. And ask: was this the same thrill that he felt? Will know, something more intense? Or is there a wall of misfortune against which all hit my head on that bright, eternal moment? That is all. That is my prologue. No rhyme. No decoration. It was not what you expected I hope! I am John Wilmot. The second Earl of Rochester. And I have no, intention, to please you!