Friday, November 4, 2005

Wife's 1st Lesbian Experience



I've decided. I'm going to Cork. At least to see, at least to understand what are the differences between Dublin and Cork and shake a bit ... 'waters to bad luck. Yes, because as you well know by now my bad luck (the one my own, what I look like a junkie looking for a pig or the dose truffles) was but a little bastard 'and then slow a bit confusing, making the fake, shake hands before his face quickly you can manage to deceive. So I've decided. I go to Cork. Now I call home and then I'll know.

I have a good news and bad.
Before the fair, which I believe the case to pull a bit 'on the morale of the troops before potholes.
I found a room. Tomorrow morning I prepare to pack up and then I take the bus ... four hour trip but you want to be? E 'was easy and I got ass, because just before the French call a girl called off the room and the only free I'll take it.
Now the bad. In same time that I was calling to set the camera in my inbox I received a mail of a firm of Dublin who asked me to do an interview next week ... what did I tell? My bad luck is really bastard ...
The next week so I'll have to answer to Dublin for a day to do the interview, and maybe you will be fine and then I lost two weeks in advance that I paid ... that ... bad luck (of course I say this because I do not want to notice the bad luck that I would be also good [and fuck!] find work in this way shhht water in his mouth I recommend) ... uh ... yeah ... all I

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