GOOD ADVICE FOR VALENTINE # 7
by Valentine Deluxe
The plume (I hope you understand now!) Is a battle of all time ... And if this aphorism has not yet imposed on you since you frequent this blog, then I give up all hope of ever seeing you reach the strata of the circle very glamorous Real Big Ladies closed ... Too bad for you, it is not Army Hi, here! ... So
, and only for those that follow, we know it is not a phase of our existence where, as scathing and compelling a shot out of wire hanger on the buttocks of Christina CRAWFORD The agonizing dilemma arises:
... with or without flag?
While in some cases ( here, there, or there ), the question does not even arise - such as foaming at the lips of Mr. Pavlov dog , GDA (Great Lady Attitude) automatically engages with the efficiency and speed of the Swiss police when she decides she has to stop Polish directors semi-bedridden on the tarmac of the airport - sometimes it can be caught short against this or that unforeseen situation.
We'll spend a simulation much more subtle and politicized that the use of an escalator or cremation of a cibiche:
... the class struggle!
already - and I feel I'll fatten (sic) a corner (at least the nasty language that would reproach me to be more often than my bad side the barricade, and I fall somewhere between politically Pinochet and Hitler ) -, know that it is not necessary to perform this feat, being born in the mouth with a silver spoon punched Christofle in !
Nay! ... Consider the following example ...
On one side you have Ms. von Schiller.
Mummified from head to toe in dumpers lace and fine beads of Bruges (oops! ... Time for me was the opposite !...), wicked as a louse, and although it has as we say (well, especially for me) "sewn Broque ass", he finds that in addition, she is a thief like a magpie.
No need to spend three hours doing thesis, antithesis and synthesis: it is a bitch of a compet ', it, is not no doubt ...
The last hours of a life that one can imagine any circumstances in pumps and it's going to make it as miserable as possible those of her companion, a Miss Bauwers. And this lady
Bauwers is the enemy!
Physics ungrateful hatchet and brave without a penny in my pocket, one could believe little weight level corresponding to shut up his mistress poison.
Especially when it is embodied with glee (and a plume !...) Bette Davis wonderfully enhanced by the incredible toilets out of the imagination of Anthony Powell.
By the way, for your edification, that master in frills and flounces swept for the occasion one of three Oscars that will brighten up since then, his mantel - reward more than legitimate for the sumptuous creations that transform this whodunit from the traditional (or even dusty and gossip) in a fashion show of the most dazzling.
Sure to go trudge through the desert on camels, elegance level, it still has another face that the bad taste of Spotted Parakeets SEX AND THE CITY 2 (I novenas every night praying for them to stop there, and we commit not developed a new album! ... well, we are not immune to misfortune !...)
Only - and to follow, do not forget to link with the beginning of the preceding paragraph, under pain of dipping slab that in my development - is a bone in the blender ... a bone of its kind "large model" ...
At this level, it is even more bone is straightforwardly a Tyrannosaurus skeleton, as it turns out that to interpret that which we would already be tempted to call "that poor Miss Bauwers, the producers have not done either in the bottom of the barrel, and it Maggie Smith, the prima donna of the English stage, which will don the gloves and climb in the ring!
What makes the scene less than two birds (of prey) share tooth and nail, brief as it is, turns into fireworks with by way of flares, a whole anthology of Garcerie high-flying and other sweets to arsenic, which, of course all shots are allowed, especially the lowest!
Now, open your Portuguese, and above all, remember: there are a few nasties that can still serve at a dinner in town, if you had never back down ... from ...?
see ... PANACHE! (Pfffff!)
, and only for those that follow, we know it is not a phase of our existence where, as scathing and compelling a shot out of wire hanger on the buttocks of Christina CRAWFORD The agonizing dilemma arises:
... with or without flag?
Christina and mom (which is more arched?)
While in some cases ( here, there, or there ), the question does not even arise - such as foaming at the lips of Mr. Pavlov dog , GDA (Great Lady Attitude) automatically engages with the efficiency and speed of the Swiss police when she decides she has to stop Polish directors semi-bedridden on the tarmac of the airport - sometimes it can be caught short against this or that unforeseen situation.
We'll spend a simulation much more subtle and politicized that the use of an escalator or cremation of a cibiche:
... the class struggle!
already - and I feel I'll fatten (sic) a corner (at least the nasty language that would reproach me to be more often than my bad side the barricade, and I fall somewhere between politically Pinochet and Hitler ) -, know that it is not necessary to perform this feat, being born in the mouth with a silver spoon punched Christofle in !
Nay! ... Consider the following example ...
On one side you have Ms. von Schiller.
Mummified from head to toe in dumpers lace and fine beads of Bruges (oops! ... Time for me was the opposite !...), wicked as a louse, and although it has as we say (well, especially for me) "sewn Broque ass", he finds that in addition, she is a thief like a magpie.
No need to spend three hours doing thesis, antithesis and synthesis: it is a bitch of a compet ', it, is not no doubt ...
The last hours of a life that one can imagine any circumstances in pumps and it's going to make it as miserable as possible those of her companion, a Miss Bauwers. And this lady
Bauwers is the enemy!
Physics ungrateful hatchet and brave without a penny in my pocket, one could believe little weight level corresponding to shut up his mistress poison.
Especially when it is embodied with glee (and a plume !...) Bette Davis wonderfully enhanced by the incredible toilets out of the imagination of Anthony Powell.
By the way, for your edification, that master in frills and flounces swept for the occasion one of three Oscars that will brighten up since then, his mantel - reward more than legitimate for the sumptuous creations that transform this whodunit from the traditional (or even dusty and gossip) in a fashion show of the most dazzling.
Sure to go trudge through the desert on camels, elegance level, it still has another face that the bad taste of Spotted Parakeets SEX AND THE CITY 2 (I novenas every night praying for them to stop there, and we commit not developed a new album! ... well, we are not immune to misfortune !...)
Only - and to follow, do not forget to link with the beginning of the preceding paragraph, under pain of dipping slab that in my development - is a bone in the blender ... a bone of its kind "large model" ...
At this level, it is even more bone is straightforwardly a Tyrannosaurus skeleton, as it turns out that to interpret that which we would already be tempted to call "that poor Miss Bauwers, the producers have not done either in the bottom of the barrel, and it Maggie Smith, the prima donna of the English stage, which will don the gloves and climb in the ring!
What makes the scene less than two birds (of prey) share tooth and nail, brief as it is, turns into fireworks with by way of flares, a whole anthology of Garcerie high-flying and other sweets to arsenic, which, of course all shots are allowed, especially the lowest!
Bette & Mag
Now, open your Portuguese, and above all, remember: there are a few nasties that can still serve at a dinner in town, if you had never back down ... from ...?
see ... PANACHE! (Pfffff!)
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