Just playing with my Wii

I know that there is the art of Venice and the columns of Greece and beer of Germany awaiting you through the pond, but wonders pale to be tested over there compared to the disappointment which you will suffer when you return. If you left a friend behind, your whole voyage will be dirtied of mud in calls of telephone at the artificial hours of the day because it can never obtain the line of change of time, a fortune spent on the phone cards, and “hath of hell of no reaction fury” if you have temerity to turn over to the house without remembering each simple stop along the manner.

The weeks first will seem like any other hour with share. It will answer your calls of telephone, hold you with the current of all your back house of friends, of bitch about how much it hates to work, etc Bientôt, however, the calls of telephone will take longer with the answer, the conversation more moved away, and you will obtain the feeling which it does not lend really the attention to you. And it is because it is not - it plays part 8 of Mario and car profit of his of the lately rectified qualifications of masturbation in the mini-play where you must shake the can of noise until it bursts.

Thus, you choose to leave your man to the house for the summer while you it France and crossing Italy gallivant and these other countries by which gallivanting is popular, not to obtain the inversion when you turn over to the house to find it to make the sexy eyes with his new piece of material. After can't all, your vagina play Zelda, can now it?