Sunday, November 30, 2008

Chances Of Another World War

The Lucky

Today, after playing The Sims for well 20 minutes, I'm ready to post the first part of the legacy!

But first, a quickie presentation of new and eccentric character, Vicky Lucky (the old one, alas, was deleted no reason).


Vicky loves rock music, reading, cleaning, jokes, kids cakes, red, Nutella and summer, while hates hypocrisy, people snobbish, the stench, vampires (if any), the gray, old ladies nasty (and no names here) and the winter because, not having a family is forced to spend holidays all alone, cold and sad in her bedroom.
Nevertheless, Vicky is a girl full of joie de vivre, sincere and a bit 'naive. But you will understand better by reading her story ...



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Hello. My name is Lucky, Lucky Vicky. Unfortunately for me, the name has not played in my favor: my parents died long ago, the fact is that now not even remember their faces, and I grew up with the help of my aunt. Aunt Miriam I have never done anything Mancari, indeed, but at some point in my life I felt the need to get away from that little village where I spent childhood and adolescence and face Stranizia, my new neighborhood. The firm will be difficult, I am sure, but I am sure also that I have the skills to be able to overcome it.

STRANIZIA

The seemingly desolate place, but now I see a blonde meet me: his name is Jenny. He tells me a bit 'of the place, people's habits and how to successfully include since I just arrived. It 'very nice and very open, like me. We find now that you have a lot of common interests and, without making too much the shy, starts to tell her everything about me.
You seem to understand me, his eyes are sincere. After having bored, I think, the sad part of my story, and I told her what fun such comes to mind all the casinos combined aunt's house, including the day I released from the cage and the canary Theodore had to call the next why not longer able to find it (it was later discovered that the chandelier). Jenny laughs heartily, seem to be sisters.
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After a while, 'says I must run away from her husband and children.
Just heard the word "husband" I collapsed on the world. But how? A young woman as she married and with children to support?
And I had thought of asking her to move in with me! . Bah. She apologizes and I liquid with a very convincing "do not worry."
At 4 am I found myself sitting on a chair bored to write lines on a sheet of paper (which should function as a diary) that happened during my first day in Stranizia. Jenny's husband and children aside, I think you look after soddisfatta.Mi because I must prepare myself to face my first day at work. I feel I set prontissima.Mentre reflect the fact that I have not known any boy, but the thought is lost at once, like a puff of smoke.
One thing is certain: I will never marry IO 'NEVER.
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The update is very short, I know, but for me it's already time to be able to post it!
I hope you enjoyed and still give you an appointment the next, hopefully exciting episode.

EDIT: But the NPC are all processes, or is there someone nice? Is there a way to make them acceptable?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

What Does Herpes Tingle Feel Like

Extended Absence ...

Hello everyone!
First I apologize so much for failing to post the first part of the legacy, but the fact is that between study, friends and various commitments I just can not find no time to play the sims and comment on your updates ! So
place to point out that they are still alive.

Until next time, we only hope that it will soon.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

How Much Does It Cost To Redo A Boat

still wrong

Instead of fading, it grows.
I find myself with a hand on him trying to dispose of a horny wrong, more wrong than usual, most indecent of all others. Even the Baptists
pardons at the end: I hate Baptists.

I know I'll be back a morning rain suit with his eyes distorted by a night of love, sit here! I do not ask forgiveness because you are a man . And even then the prank, I must apologize, I'll do it, women humbly asks forgiveness too general, too unhealthy. I'm sorry if you happen to die and I'm sorry because I always see harder to resist and I know that eventually it will happen. Eventually I will remove my mask, I will turn my eyes just thinking to my delight, and I'll feel a bad person, bad person that I live by my side, to be happy and to flee immediately after leaving the remains to me to clean the floor. Bei cocks.
I'm holding on but I am so obsessed as to be almost certain that eventually fall. I'll have to ask forgiveness, I will hear from me, a dream even for rabid between the teeth or thin eroded by despair.

I'll still wrong and the fact that now I know it makes a person worse. Even less is discovering what special over the years.
Do not pass spontaneously even by accident.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Breast Budding Images



do not believe it, my brain is fucking again.
again. Goes haywire again.
I come here, I write four hookers, and in addition to doing good for me someone reads me well.
My brain is losing control again. Why
agrees with both, and it is not possible.
I was there, the cocks ready, with the brain occupied by the cock, her heart tuned to the brain. You said 'if you want to stop me, tell me now because I do not think after that I will succeed'. And I stopped. And it was all too good in his situation because I certainly would not be able to get that last solemn hesitation. It also was not his job to have, she is not busy.
I have. Have a commitment in recent weeks has been ... challenging, ah but laugh. It was not a pleasure. More than one respect a contract.
My brain is failing. I do not accept to be the bastard was going to fuck and fottersela. It is not me. I have always professed more: namely, that if you feel the need for another fuck, not fuck you because you excited humanly but fuck why not hold on and you do not ask the question, might as well jump ship, make it clear what is not go, instead of getting lost in the subterfuge and lies. I never thought of being in a situation that I thought I would be able to avoid.
not accept to be the the outside would judge an asshole.
Yet I feel I'm giving the party more alive than I have and I can not pull out, and not the sex, at least I think not.
feeling of being stuck in vain to save something that will die anyway, whether I like it or not, I go out to fight or not.
this morning thinking it was getting stronger, and that's why I woke up unable to breathe, unable to still the beating. Do not have to start all over again, I do not allow it. I will not stay caught up once again, unable to think clearly for a very long time before explode and go crazy.
I can not accept that the same person who knows how to pull beautiful things out (and I claim as the truest part of me!) will eventually make her a bad dog.
I can not think of having to start all over again in fifty years.
I accept the crap they provide and, in spite of her, save me. Otherwise, hide and I end up walking on it, ignoring it, and forgetting all that I know I have good side.
Why am I sick because I need an absurd amount of attention and affection that I miss since I was born, and I try so morbid, and if I am afraid to take.
Curse as I wanted to fuck her blind eyes.