I would like to appeal to all my friends who send me lots of mails with pps.
My dears: work in an office curd men, stars for more INRI. Ie lighting technicians tanned in the hard life of pop star's tour of duty, from village to village, from night to night, all (pure testosterone) amontonadaos on a bus before and in an office now, breathing odors only they are capable of emanating currar finish as the sun that English hottest August and do not douche. And when they shower more or less the same, that these are nothing emanating. Lonely, far from their families of their brides stable, need always comforting arms and wrap them (although they may choose, where legs are, hopefully be finished in high heels ...). Thousand men with men and arenas for several thousand fans crowded hyperexcited where there had been drawn. Anyway, I do not know if I explain ....
These men comfort each other by sending mails with pps file studded spectacular women retouched knife, silicones and photoshop and nothing poses no clothes on impossible even for the Chinese Cirque du Soleil's impossible not to see it and remember the spring campaign Dove that the best is at this time.
So please, stop send mail with monkeys and kittens pps preciosisÃsimos landscapes. Caught up with messages of good feelings extolling the friendship we profess and feminist tales of Cinderella or Mafalda. Or other nonsense like that.
From now on I want mails Porretas pigs of Maroma, modelazos that you shit and / or fire, and especially and preferably Jackman Wolverine. For my own personal enjoyment, I am also skylight, but above all, to wear with it my screen ordenón and remind my colleagues and friends, however, that they even figurines stalwart in the gym are bald, and those who have hair to go and flabby. And all, all their forties. Thanks for your
understanding.
