Saturday, July 21, 2012

The man can not accept what _'s guides of blindlying date of trival matters women are most

The man can not accept what _'s guides of blindlying date of trival matters women are most

It is just a man's mask to scare to cry the woman, in fact our bottom of heart is afraid you are afraid of to four limbs to send and cool, sift the chaff all over Why? Have known once seeing you down Oh, if you have great enough courage

You look like the black hole, and irresistible
Belly of man may development become the intersection of beer and barrel in 30 years old, but appetite of woman even large than this. Single this point is enough to make us absolutely horrified. For example, the man's sex experience is the fast food type - -Swift and violent, fierceness, the intersection of raging fire and dried firewood, then we ready to close eyes, sleep. But the woman's sex demand is a different matter - -Deep, blazing, never exhausted - -Like the volcano. So as the intersection of we and getting tired cracking down on the fake a when such as son such as eyelid, must strong to prop up, stand up, continue to your honeyed words, otherwise you are sure to feel wronged and act rashly to wail to scold us to be selfish spirits.
Your leading the way off to the other desires in life is similar too: Can stroll around, pay on more than half days without a single halt in department store, then fill in several mouthfuls of lunch carelessly, then deal with and flee the noisy child arbitrarily everywhere in the whole afternoon, by evening, can still be by taking turns energetically
Watch the soap opera with revolving stage That will be so changed into one or two men in one days, he must undoubtedly die.
Let alone this of giving birth to the child, look for a man at will, ask he would like to fill the thing 3 kilograms in weight in a peanut size hole from the body, he is sure to send you to the insane asylum. In this respect, the man did not always think of competing with the woman - -We have enough if far express and worship.



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