Monday, January 15, 2007

Kate Play Ground Feet

corner Uprooted


Ok. Let's talk about wisdom teeth. Respectively, we mumble incomprehensible about them. At 10:00 raged clock this morning in my mouth a good fight against evil. My throat is like a battlefield, and my jaw feels like to be reconfigured. The person who did this is a head shorter than me, not male and is paid for such things. A quasi Profesional. considered jaw surgery.
The warm open style of ruthless serial offender was the intervention, the I on to take a non-recommended way asked, relatively enjoyable. Classical music, mint-green walls and a plaster ceiling with scantily clad female ornaments I could into a meidtative mood shifted, the only of this or that unsightly cracking was interrupted, which promised much, that this bit would never be the full length as that morning .
My best friend since this morning is a gripping ball. With the green of the practice in harmony, he began by recalling a dog toy, however, proved haptic focus, distracted by other interests.
The remains of the two Vanquished mandible term fiends had nothing poetic in itself and The tooth was adultery and her charming assistant handed over. I even find myself currently in disrepair, but no white point for I-like material.
Will try it well with my muse. Has applied for longer-term employment and packet soups already purchased.
transition to this stage at least I still alive, tormented by the question of what clever, beautiful young women into the people so happy to polish the face.
have seen the other hand, we all have the "Little Shop of Horrors" ( the original here ) or "Marathon Man" , allowing us the real This obsession, whatever kind of sexually mouth Metzger is well known.
am nonetheless draw's threads * g *

says, a painful smile being enforced

Mr. Aster

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