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me as Mars Venus and Jupiter on Monday evening at the cinema

And then when he leaves the film that asks: "Excuse me, you got a cigarette?". Pathetic. Pathetic, pathetic attempt to tow the friend next to her face that it looks to be one that no longer has even a vague memory of a close encounter between a man and a woman.
Bellon looks at him, puzzled together and safe. He offers him a cigarette. It swells
all bent in half between the breasts and pride in explosion, which seem to miraculously by a third to earn a fifth measure.
"Thank You"
"Please!"
ends there. The breasts deflate, the friend evil grins. But it makes its way from the back of a blonde Stangoni invoice which is the East has it written in his face. And that is
stracorteggiata from male human knowledge, and that the relationship with the scrounger of cigarettes carries pants, well, I'm not even here to say it.
fact is that one still takes the chick with the lighter between the hands and teleports in the land of "Vaffa, places well known to most people who extol self-congratulatory gifts above all kinds.
Type the friend with the hair faded acid and repressed desire. Type her that she felt her pussy just for the fact that the first comer has spoken.
"But who wants that?" Wonders why the tettola aloud. Maybe he thinks that in Bulgaria, or where the hell is, cadge a cigarette on Monday night at the cinema is a threat to the report.
The blond Teutonic, not tectonics, the Teutonic, turns to the two. Approaches shipped. Deviate the flowing cascade of golden curls on one side, sway themselves a tone, even if a tone after all have one already, look at her poor little man Pelosetta, frail, and in any case is equipped with Rolex Daitona, it corrupts the neck and says, "This my man."
"Echitteloruba?"
The certainties of life, those for which you have always caught the eye with the single tax, they are not.
Let's go bomb seems: men from Mars and Women are from Venus!
If a man asks for a cigarette, probably just wants a cigarette. If a woman feels
ask for a cigarette, is certainly ready at the altar.
Despite the facts, though, let's face it, even if there was little thought of him for sure.
And if we were all those from Jupiter?