Tyler/caroline Drabble

BUT WITHOUT HIS HORN IS CALLED BY HORSE UNI?



We are the temple of Aphrodite, perfume, lip gloss, mascara Bambi effect, those mirrors with lights round the sides and us sitting there. Marilyn Monroe stars as we allow ourselves to transform and enrich gay masked by makeup artists, who have their secrets because they can make us feel like no one ever them irresistible.
by Enchanted Wonderland, and so crowded we savor our house heated eyelash curler, eyebrow waxes that illuminate the arches, gloss-lipstick phard-brace 3 in 1 concealer that erases the effects of too many drinks even had the whitebait that we used at school even a glove trasparante shaped bathtub. Everything, too, of course, pay and become the owners of the loyalty card and the clerk greets us waving a handkerchief with a smile. But what will be put on the teeth? Am I wrong or blind?
like magic .... We were just in Wonderland!
Okay we go out, the glass door automatically closes behind us, dreamy sigh of contentment.
Free and happy as butterflies (maybe it reminds me of something) back home.
Dolls awaiting their bullies. Animo
super hotties, you smell the spring air, the first pollen, sneezing, red nose, who cares, so we have our own magic spell. Tonight even Michelangelo's David can resist.
the bully look sexy with air, the scent of cake, we put the velvety vanilla cream. We hope you love the sweet over salty.
However, it is now. Pumpkin ready. Ciak turn!
The dark and handsome he must not and will never ask about his business if he did not drink Jagermaister.
The type shirt for wearing make all possible combinations of pants and socks on the bed with only a towel on (maybe even this reminds me of something). And we find it hard to drink in their cocktail, which is always a Negroni, who knows why, raising the forearm to form a right angle, even that one understands why, but it is so cool.
The ideal film, the classic D & G advertising, the passion you can touch, then .........
Nooooooo !!!!! You can not! Not true! Where??
Like when we take the single envelope that lacks juice in the straw, the cereal box with no play in it, when you eat the Fonzie and you do not lick your fingers, without the Kinder egg surprise.
Why? Cruel world! Why me!
And here we are on their knees with hands pointed to the sky.