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Memory is phenomenal. Phenomenally bad. I know my phone number is not, I forget my zip code at regular intervals, although that has not changed is determined in the last five years. I hope. You need me never to ask what I ate today tomorrow. It is highly probable to me that information has fallen from the brain, as I left the house. Probably earlier. Looks like my natural hair color, I do not know everything, but this has certainly less to do with my limited memory capacity and more to do with the sheer unbearable that color (even neonkotziges hair I'd prefer!). Who the main character in my first story had escaped me and that I also ended. Probably not. (In this, I was never good in the end. For that I am an absolute expert on glorious beginnings: and less glorious Moves ... But that's another story.) Why is the cake that Grandma made always, always stick to the palate remained and led to half choking, I do not know and hopefully I never knew it, for fear that the answer may appear again, would rob me of sleep. Whether my neighbor really trumpet in elementary school was or if I had to baptize only in my head so because her voice was so incredibly annoying, and sometimes I forget, to all busy days when I head buzzing of bees and fabricate my thoughts astray art pieces that they qualify for the Cirque du Soleil, I must consider the question of my own name even. But one thing I will never forget. Never. I remember exactly the moment when I held this little girl for the first time in the arm, looked into her little face crumpled and I fell head over heels. Today, this little wrinkly faces 17 years now and no more crumpled-up, but still, after all these years, the most wonderful creature I know. With a heart that is so great that it deserved a whole country full of castles and marzipan so incredibly compassionate, I would like to pack it in cotton wool, so no one hurt and continue to occur every knee will pre who dare after all.

All the best birthday Jella. You are the best little sister anyone could ask for.

First Experience Lesb

finger males and peanut flips chains

deafened my index finger. The little finger trying to figure me Morse code something. Doofer guy knows the not know that I can not Morse code? How should I understand what the will of me. However, I have no idea what he wants me to tell with the rhythmic Fingergewummere. Stay away from needles, you cow trantütige. And I do not know how did you get the idea that it would be fun to friemeln peanut flips on a thread and you thereby zerpieksen each finger, but it's just stupid only. And hurt. So to me, because it is really difficult to watch a woman your age here as they first tried desperately to get the thread into the eye of the needle and then thunders even at each Erdnussflip the needle in the finger. And for you it is definitely too painful, that would explain at least the "Holy shit!" Cries, but maybe you just like to curse. Let the nonsense nevertheless be and pick a hobby that is less damaging to the body and do not talk so vollsaut. Extreme knitting, or so.
Oh, forget it. To do this you need needles, too. Who knows where you are to you Ramm. Can not you just grab someone in a large air bubble, so that you are reasonably sure of yourself? This is not absolutely intolerable!

How 2 Satisfy A Woman

Luftmatratzenseegang

What happens if I allow Mortimer to crawl into the car of my friend to make a few days off of me? Something for which I must apologize. When my friend, poor guy.


first Mail:

Do you know what I'm doing right now? Nothing. I'm just a lazy crocodile and let me off and pick at the reptile belly. The make the now fairly common. First, the inhibitions they have probably prevented, maybe they saw as a child once too often and Peter Pan since they prepare the sight of a crocodile - including a crocodile so charming to me - a few problems. I can understand a little bit. I could still understand better, I'd tick.
Yikes, the air mattress has just wobbled. Waves? You? Do you know why an air mattress in the office have? Is there a swimming pool, denied to me? A pool in which I could swim? A swimming pool, where I could drink pretty cocktails with umbrellas? Say it!

Mortimer


second Mail:

You stupid cow, why do you answer me? What do you do for so great that you can answer your beloved Mortimer not even vital questions, huh? Can you drop biscuits in the coffee? Sorry for you? Say it!
You do not trouble left. I have found out myself. There is no pool. That I'm much more than you, believe me. And I think the foam I have mice soon. And soon they caress me determined not to stomach because of the novelty bonus is gone and they just scratch their own bellies. I blade so whiny, I think I have me into you. Only with scales. Now I am afraid. "Where's my bite", I just cried. And was told: "What about your teeth?" The work here so concentrated that get me hard! What is this? has looked
And your Martian friend now scared me forever. What did you tell him that? What must have been bad, because I can not even into his bed. Too bad for you. Who has held the cat like to crawl into his bed? The cat, on the other day you were just jealous of you being funny.
Do you know how cold it is on the ground, you heartless woman!
And now answer me kindly. Immediately. Otherwise I'll stinky.

Mortimer