Myammee Nipples Slips

You would have never believed that a magazine like Vogue UK fine could devote an entire article to poop? Why not? Moreover, there are several essays on the topic. Professor Virginia Smith, for example, has picked up a book in the history of human evacuated from the splendors of ancient Greece Victorian age, arguing that book-rule number one-the powerful have always had a great relationship with this materialissima catharsis (think, to name a few, the habit of Henry VIII to be to make poo con ben 28 autorità politiche, discutendo di questioni di Stato, o alla alta carica, presente, ancora, alla sua corte, che prevedeva come unico compito il presiedere alle attività evacuative dei reali) e –regola numero due- la presunta intimità della defecazione è una invenzione contemporanea o, almeno, moderna. Forse non sarebbe d’accordo Jean-Paul Sartre che, nel suo L’Essere e il Nulla, teorizzava le ragioni esistenzialistiche di questo ripudio. Insomma: storici, filosofi, re. Quanti amatori e teorici dell’ultima fase del processo di digestione! C’è una dottoressa inglese che alla cacca ha dedicato la vita, tanto da autodefinirsi “Queen of Poo”. E non è la sola. Attorno this natural activity, has also built his fortune to Dr. Evans, her English well, who earned the nickname Balloon Lady, for having developed the technique of the balloon, which teaches his patients, especially women with poor relationship with your toilet, the art of pooing (pooping in U.S. slang): detail saving them there. The journalist in Vogue UK Christa D'Souza, had come to visit to test their skills and to learn that, first, take a pose when you are sitting too Ladylike there is counterproductive, and secondly, if you say cheese when you get photographed, might be useful to know that while you poo you should say ouge the word, or better, with an emphasis on ouggggge g. And we hope that what comes out is not it, this time, huge! And yet, Christa contains the words of a 'friend: "We eat, we shit: no big deal ..." and vows that are not hard to find women who do it in front of their spouse. If the Marquis De Sade marzipan offered to their fans because their poop has a pleasant scent, the world of hi-tech opens new doors to pooing around the perversions: and so, there are those who swap photos via mms brown. Do not start watching with some concern your new blackberry?

Aeropostle Warehouse In Woodberry

I, the hostess, just can not stand. Today I'm writing from my desk in London and god knows how much it cost me this shift. of course, I love London. But that hour and a half flight took away all strength! this morning I embarked on this plane, not even to smoke a cigarette after-cappuccino and croissant I do not like the taste of smoke, but in any case, the absence of nicotine makes everything more complicated. In short, all the stress I've accumulated over time, between exams and work experience, rose to the surface when you leave. first mishap: call a taxi at six in the morning, say, the six-operator and he replies without a car-free. no free parking. then: are the six of any day, We are in Bologna, not in Madrid (and even in Bolzano): in Italy people have reasonable times. now, who tells me where they had finished all the taxis in the city? However, I do for a reason, call a taxi and pink ones for women, but they cost twice as much. The driver, seeing a girl in a miniskirt go, frustrated from driving a matiz a gum-colored unmanly, if you take the clothes to him dirty girl and lets out this misogynist comment: "There is not a soul around and see how this is tanned! then passes the maniac in office and one wonders how is it that has been raped." I take a plane and to discuss with this guy that for some damn reason is I do not want to drive their own. I am silent, not failing to raise an eyebrow. In short, finish. the guy does not spare a few comments on my bag hello kitty (bad, actually), takes the money and leaves. well. vaglielo to explain to the idiot, I use a suitcase full of hello kitty is female and not because he believes as a feminist, but because a suitcase full of Hello Kitty has so little poetry, to have very little chance of crashing on paris or sink in the hole. claustrophobia is the most funny you can imagine, in retrospect. But when I get on a plane, I think of having to lay off from the world. Everyone says that flying is safer train and car. try to convince of the truth and you will be taken to a claustrophobic bites (try it). if I start to look at the corridor, it makes me sick. if I look at the hostess, worse when they stop doing the rounds for delivery of newspapers and relax the facial muscles smile on his face that contract, I can think of the worst stories, like, have a headset in the ear and the driver is warning us to wear a parachute or have noticed the ignition of some red, reporting an engine failure. However, luckily I'm here. I refer you to the scene of the lift of Manhattan Murder Mystery, but on youtube there-for clarification.

Cb Anteny Bazowe Yagi

O proles - The cry of nature

"O proles genitrixque rerum,
vinculum mundi stebilisque nexus,
gemma terrenis, speculum caducis,
                 lucifer orbis.
Pax amor virtus regimen potestas
ordo lex finis via dux origo
vita lux splendor species figura
                 regula mundi.
Que, tuis mundum moderans habenis,
cuncta concordi stabilita nodo
nectis et pacis glutino maritas
                 celica terris.
Que, Noys puras recolens ideas,
singulas rerum species monetas,
rem togans forma clamidemque forme
                 pollice formans.
Cui favet celum, famulatur aer,
quam colit tellus, veneratur unda,
cui, velut mundi domine, tributum
                 singula solvunt.
Que, diem nocti vicibus cathenans,
cereum solis tribuis diei,
lucido lune speculo soporans
                 nubila noctis.
Que polum stellis variis inauras,
etheris nostri solium serenans,
siderum gemmis varioque celum
                 milite comples.
Que novis celi faciem figuris
protheans mutas aviumque vulgus
aeris nostri regione donas
                 legeque stringis.
Cuius ad nutum iuveniscit orbis,
silva crispatur folii capillo
et sua florum tunicata veste
                 terra superbit.
Que minas ponti sepelis et auges,
sincopans cursum pelagi furori,
ne soli vultum tumulare possit
                 equoris estus.
Tu vie causam resera petenti,
cur petis terras, peregrina celis?
Cur tue nostris deitatis offers
                 munera terris?
Ora cur fletus pulvia rigantus?
Quid tui vultus lacrime prophetant?
Fletus interni satis est doloris
                 language fidelis. "

" O daughter of God, the mother of all things,
constraint of the world and secure bond,
gem and mirror things deciduous
light of the universe.
Peace love driving under power
order law order via command splendid light source
life form image
rule the world.
you who lead the world with your reins
all things in harmony
knot tightens and twists with a peace vncolo
the heavenly things to the ground.
You, which also covers the ideas of the mind,
mold every aspect of things,
matter of form and sprinkle with
inch plasmas this form.
We honor the sky, you are submissive air,
makes you free land, the wave you worship, all things

give a tribute to you, sovereign of the world.
Alternate day and night, day
deliver the torch of the sun, the clouds of the night to rock

the brilliant reflection of the moon.
You make golden sky with many stars,
brighten the regions of our atmosphere,
fill the sky of the stars of the gems
and their various ranks. Becoming silent

the face of heaven with new figures and make a gift
our atmosphere to a multitude of birds and submit them to your
law. When you sign
rejuvenates the universe, the woods
sway with thousands and thousands of leaves,
e fiera è la terra di vedersi ricoperta
del suo manto di fiori.
Tu riduci o accresci la minaccia del mare,
bloccando la furibonda corsa dei flutti,
così che le acque in tumulto non possano ricoprire
il volto della terra.
Ora, ti prego, dimmi perchè
esule dal cielo, ritorni sulla terra?
Perchè offri alle nostre terre
i doni della tua divinità?
Perchè il tuo volto è rigato di pianto?
Che significano quelle lacrime sul tuo viso?
Il pianto è infatti voce fedele
di un profondo dolore."



ALANO DI LILLA

Scooter Eagle Sport Wheels

Flamina nos Borea - The breath of Boreas

Flamina nos Boreae niveo canentia vultu
perterrent subitis motibus atque minis:
tellus ipsa tremit nimio perculsa pavore,
murmurat et pelagus duraque saxa gemunt,
aereos tractus Aquilo nunc vastat iniquus
vocibus horrisonis murmuribusque tonans,
lactea nubifero densantur vellera caelo,
velatur nivea marcida terra stola,
labuntur subito silvoso vertice crines
nunc stat harundineo robur et omne modo,
Titan, clarifico qui resplendebat amictu,
ab scondit radios nunc faciemque suam.
Nos tumidus Boreas vastat -miserabile visu-
doctos grammaticos presbiterosque pios,
namque volans Aquilo non ulli parcit honori
crudeli rostro nos laniando suo.
Fessis ergo favens, Hartgari floride praesul,
sophos Scottigenas suspice corde pio:
scandere sic valeas caelestia templa beatus,
aetheream Solimam perpetuamque Sion.

Praesulis eximii clementia mensque serena
flamina devicit rite superba domans.
Suscepit blandus fessosque loquacibus austris
eripuit ternos dapsilitate sophos,
et nos vestivit, triplici ditavit honore
et fecit proprias pastor amoenus oves.

Il soffio canuto di Borea con il suo volto di neve
sparge terrore con rapidi moti e minacce:
la terra stessa trema da troppa angoscia percossa,
muggisce il mare, gemono le dure rocce.
Ora il malvagio Aquilone invede gli spazi del cielo
tuonando con una voce dagli orribili suoni e ruggiti,
si addensano nel cielo nuvoloso riccioli lattiginosi,
l'arida terra è ricoperta da una coltre di neve,
scivolano giù improvvise dalle cime della foresta le fronde,
e anche la quercia sembra una canna,
Titano che splendeva con il suo mantle bright
denies us the rays of his face:
Borea swelling affects us wretched-show-
we learned grammarians priests and devotees
indeed the stormy north wind does not save any dignity
tearing with his cruel beak. You
Hartge, illustrious bishop, you do not scorn the weak, the wise benign, accept
Scott:
so blessed you will go to the temples of the Lord, the heavenly Jerusalem
and everlasting Zion.

clemency and calm the mind of the great bishop
defeated the superb wind and tamed them. Sweet and generous
welcomed us three essays,
snatching the winds that we were tired talkative,
us clothes, honored us three times,
acted as a good shepherd with his sheep.

Sedulius SCOT