tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27341376519872504412011-11-04T13:09:24.555-07:00Living in Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05162952741271912482noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2734137651987250441.post-63819025404455231302011-11-04T13:09:00.000-07:002011-11-04T13:09:24.583-07:00Ihave pictures in my mind reminding me "the hangover" / "the big lebowski" scenarios. My serious avatar who s a kick ass at work really start to piss me off. My week is split in 2 stories. The main character of the first one is a waking up early young man who's driving and singing to work every single day at the same time. 6:45.this man is respected at work, respected by parents and good girls.<br />However there is a 2nd story, a 2nd week...<br />It's started. On Monday when I was banging and swinging 2 hookers with an old friend in his mothers car. At the end of A crazy party for the others we decided to open hells doors and ended up with these 2 blowing dollars sisters. The monster was fed for 48h. On wed I sneaked from this seminar with 2 friends and destroyed 7 % of my liver in this stinking rhum bar. 6 hours later I was changing gears And throuing up on the passengers seat. I arrived 3.30h late on a meeting with vomit on my shoulder.<br />The day was long. Very long.<br />When I finally reached my bed I received a text from this hot blond. My cock tried to answer but my body said no. <br /><br />It was the best decision of the day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2734137651987250441-6381902540445523130?l=mes2vies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Living in Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05162952741271912482noreply@blogger.com0