To 1 his own
Bury My Heart at Wounded 2
Don’t Let The 3 Go Down on Me
4 Wore a Yellow Dress
5!
Go for B6
7 and you will find
Onni Loves 8
I heard The Wild Dove 9
10?
Something I think has not benefited from evolution overtime, to now, an acid-coffee marathon in hard plastic chairs . . .
8^D
We thought this Apartment was fascinating and amusing
In a way that is entirely positive . . .
Living in such a place would make one happy every day,
Nicht wahr?
Now, as an american, one would tend to leap to the conclusion that there is a toalety papir shortage in Prage, but empirically, we believe this is not the case . . . Or we might believe that times are so tight here now that people must choose between burcak and toalety papir, but again, we would belive that this is not the case . . . And one could infer that drinking burcak could lead to conditions where extra toalety papir might be desirable or necessary, but our experience was rather a druggy, headachy sensation rather than any internal distress ... So I just think its funny, if you see how I mean.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/washington...ridge-ohio.html
"We’re the country that built the Intercontinental Railroad," Barack Obama.
That's what the president of the
A railroad between continents? A railroad from, say,
It's yet another humorous gaffe by the Harvard graduate, overlooked by most media for whatever reason. Like Obama saying Abraham-Come-Lately Lincoln was the founder of the Republican Party. Or Navy corpseman. Or the Austrian language. Fifty-seven states. The president of
OTOH:
http://www.anothermag.com/current/view/141...ap_of_the_world
The Open Office Concept is so much more popular with Hoity-Toity Managers in closed offices than by the Hoi Polloi in cubicles . . . In a Dilbert way, if you see how I mean . . .
Oh, I’m not going to point out all the choice niblets of this Movie Poster like it was a Rococo Pieta . . .
I just think its funny.
J'aime les relations. Je veux dire, chaque personnage a sa propre histoire. Le chiot est un peu trop, mais vous avez plus de regarder les choses comme ça dans ce genre de tableaux. La façon dont il est * * tenant elle ... il est presque ...crasseux. Je veux dire, qu'il s'apprête à l'embrasser et elle en tirant de là . La façon de trier les jambes de se fracasse sur elle ... Ouf ... Regardez comment il apeint la blouse de tri translucides. Vous pouvez juste faire ses seins en dessous et c'est en quelque sorte de lui toucher ici. Il est vraiment ... assez torride, vo
So what we're planning, is at the louvre in front of some uninterpretable painting, we will render all this in a loud voice, with the proper histrionics, then skate out ahead of security . . . .8^D . . . which reminds me of this painting we saw in
One of our daughters has taught us to watch out for the Earth Mother Motif in objets de art, as one of the oldest themes that re-occurs, so Mrs saw this outside a hospital in Prague . . .I just think its funny . . .
Some Gallery had this winsome ephemera in the window.
The Marrionette Theatre by Staromestska .
Box Clothes for the New Austerity.
"In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice – but in practice, there is."
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax." Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.
I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.
Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "No" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."
