. . . . . I would say I'm sorry If I thought that it would change your mind But I know that this time I have said too much Been too unkind I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try and laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry I would break down at your feet And beg forgiveness Plead with you But I know that it's too late And now there's nothing I can do So I try to laugh about it Cover it all up with lies I try to laugh about it Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry I would tell you That I loved you If I thought that you would stay But I know that it's no use That you've already Gone away Misjudged your limit Pushed you too far Took you for granted I thought that you needed me more Now I would do most anything To get you back by my side But I just keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry . . . . .
Kryzpo!
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Láminas fritas saladas a base de papa sabor Original!
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tengo tantas preguntas que no sé por dónde empezar
2.6.08
mariana night's out
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sábado
Rapsodia (boliche gay)
interior
punchi punchi punchi...
mariana bailotea
se acerca travesti, 1,80m, 35-38 años aproxim., pelo castaño, largo, ondas... vestido camel al tono, bigote maquillado con maybelline super natural mat Nº 45
Travesti: (gritito moderado) "¡¡¡Ayyyy, me encanta tu pelo!!! Yo lo quisiera tener asi... pero mi mamá ME MATAAAAA" . . . . . .
¡TODO EL FIN DE SEMANA PENSANDO UN TITULAR DESLUMBRANTE!