Good evening or good night or good morning ... well are the three and a half of the night between Saturday and Sunday ... so what?
If you think about it ... no ...
"Sometimes what seems to dawn is not" ... Manuel said he ... and I endorse.
I just returned from a wedding, an old friend got married ... is not the first and will not be the last, that's for sure.
I must say that I enjoyed it ... I mean ... I can meet again with old friends is always nice, even if they are different from me .... it's always nice. Found that after fifteen to twenty years ... nothing has changed in them, but too much has changed ...
We now have between thirty and thirty-five years ... then we had fifteen to twenty.
I am different, yet always the same ... how is it possible? I have no idea, but it is.
However, this is not what I meant, but something else. The fact is that they are full of wine ... and I want to mess ... but I'm just ... and then I console myself, and hands I let fly between these squares blacks with white letters perfectly in half, give me the opportunity to let you know everything that goes through my head ... unfiltered ... in vino veritas.
I have no saliva in my mouth ... why? I spoke too? I smoked too much? Why do not I have more saliva ... I drink ... drink water that rinses my throat and my tongue ... ah .... water ... water is good! But as said the "garbage "..." bevel a little lunch and dinner every day though!"
And how can you say that it is right ???... varitas into wine. Waka waka
we we .... I hate this song ... in vino veritas.
Now I think it's time to say stop and stop writing crap ... I really think so ... that confusion ... in vino veritas.
NOW .... goodnight.
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