PODEMOS PARTIR?
Pedro Paulo Pereira Pinto, pequeno pintor português, pintava portas, paredes, portais. Porém, pediu para parar porque preferiu pintar panfletos. Partindo para Piracicaba, pintou prateleiras para poder progredir. Posteriormente, partiu para Pirapora. Pernoitando, prosseguiu para Paranavaí, pois pretendia praticar pinturas para pessoas pobres. Porém, pouco praticou, porque Padre Paulo pediu para pintar panelas, porém posteriormente pintou pratos para poder pagar promessas. . Pálido, porém perseverante, preferiu partir para Portugal para pedir permissão para papai para permanecer praticando pinturas, preferindo, portanto, Paris. Partindo para Paris, passou pelos Pirineus, pois pretendia pintá-los. Pareciam plácidos, porém, pesaroso, percebeu penhascos pedregosos, preferindo pintá-los parcialmente, pois perigosas pedras pareciam precipitar-se principalmente pelo Pico, porque pastores passavam pelas picadas para pedirem pousada, provocando provavelmente pequenas perfurações, pois, pelo passo percorriam, permanentemente, possantes potrancas. Pisando Paris, pediu permissão para pintar palácios pomposos, procurando pontos pitorescos, pois, para pintar pobreza, precisaria percorrer pontos perigosos, pestilentos, perniciosos, preferindo Pedro Paulo precaver-se. Profundas privações passou Pedro Paulo. Pensava poder prosseguir pintando, porém, pretas previsões passavam pelo pensamento, provocando profundos pesares, principalmente por pretender partir prontamente para Portugal. Povo previdente! Pensava Pedro Paulo… "Preciso partir para Portugal porque pedem para prestigiar patrícios, pintando principais portos portugueses". . Passando pela principal praça parisiense, partindo para Portugal, pediu para pintar pequenos pássaros pretos. Pintou, prostrou perante políticos, populares, pobres, pedintes. - "Paris! Paris!" Proferiu Pedro Paulo. -"Parto, porém penso pintá-la permanentemente, pois pretendo progredir". Pisando Portugal, Pedro Paulo procurou pelos pais, porém, Papai Procópio partira para Província. Pedindo provisões, partiu prontamente, pois precisava pedir permissão para Papai Procópio para prosseguir praticando pinturas. Profundamente pálido, perfez percurso percorrido pelo pai. Pedindo permissão, penetrou pelo portão principal. Porém, Papai Procópio puxando-o pelo pescoço proferiu: -Pediste permissão para praticar pintura, porém, praticando, pintas pior. Primo Pinduca pintou perfeitamente prima Petúnia. Porque pintas porcarias? -Papai, proferiu Pedro Paulo, pinto porque permitiste, porém preferindo, poderei procurar profissão própria para poder provar perseverança, pois pretendo permanecer por Portugal. Pegando Pedro Paulo pelo pulso, penetrou pelo patamar, procurando pelos pertences, partiu prontamente, pois pretendia pôr Pedro Paulo para praticar profissão perfeita: pedreiro! Passando pela ponte precisaram pescar para poderem prosseguir peregrinando. Primeiro, pegaram peixes pequenos, porém, passando pouco prazo, pegaram pacus, piaparas, pirarucus. Partindo pela picada próxima, pois pretendiam pernoitar pertinho, para procurar primo Péricles primeiro. Publicação: António Jorge - Português Paranhos - Porto - Portugal
-Por Antônio Jorge.
São 3 meses de férias que fodem depressa foder é prioridade, temos que foder bem, então vamos nessa, mas tem que foder novidade! Como por exemplo... foder o espaço, foder com uma múmia, ou foder a torre Eifell inteira. Foder uma coisa maluca demais. Hey! ou foder um macaco na banheira, foder um maremoto, fuder mini robos ou foder um monstro no divã (aqui o cérebro). Foder mais um dodô, foder o continente ou foder nossa irmã! Phineas!. Antes que as aulas fodam de novo, temos muito o que foder. Fode Perry! Fique fodido pois com Phineas e Ferb tudo pode foder, fique fodido pois com Phineas e Ferb tudo pode foder! Manhê, Phineas e Ferb estão fodendo a abertura da série!
We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
(Ooh, give you up)
(Ooh, give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside, we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it
I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
Have you ever had a dream that, that, um, that you had, uh, that you had to, you could, you do, you wit, you wa, you could do so, you do you could, you want, you wanted him to do you so much you could do anything?
Ok so I live next door to an older couple and their mid-twenties (I think) son. I work from home, so I'm based in the office in my attic. We've lived here for 6 years and it has always been fine, up until recently when I think they've had a house move around and now it seems the son has his bedroom in their attic which is directly next to where I'm sat. We have extremely thin walls, and I think the son works from home too. The problem is, he doesn't seem to actually do any work, he just spends the majority of the working day shaking hands with the milkman. Spanking the monkey. Battling the purple headed yoghurt slinger. Tugging the slug. I can hear EVERY fucking moan and stroke, and I even know his porn preferences because I can hear every sound and word (Older women with a sprinkling of hentai). It has gotten to the point where I can't bring my kids upstairs during the day because they keep asking me what that strange noise is and I'm running out of lies to tell. So good neighbour, on the extremely small chance you're reading this, STOP SPENDING YOUR ENTIRE DAY STROKING THE VEIN CANE AND DO SOME FUCKING WORK!
HOLY SHIT. DO NOT LOOK AT THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE SEEN EVERYTHING. DO NOT EVEN ACT LIKE YOU SAW THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE STUDIED EVERY SINGLE FORM OF MEDIA EVER. YOU NEED TO HAVE THOROUGHLY STUDIED EVERY SINGLE FUCKING MOLECULE ON THIS PLANET. DO NOT LOOK AT THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE GONE ACROSS THE ENTIRE OBSERVABLE UNIVERSE AND DOCUMENTED EVERY ATOM. YOU NEED TO ACHIEVE GODHOOD AND KNOW WHERE EVERY SINGLE ELEMENTARY FUCKING PARTICLE IS IN THE ENTIRE OMNIVERSE, WHERE IT WAS AT ANY GIVEN TIME, AND WHERE IT WILL BE. SIMULATE EVERYTHING THAT EVER HAS OR HASN'T BEEN IN THE SPAN OF AN INFINITELY SMALL TIME ON REPEAT FOREVER, AND THEN YOU CAN READ THIS.
Anyways, here's what I was gonna say:
