Wording For A Memory Candle

The happy hour is over

Simpatico title to describe the end of a period, perhaps referring to a period of life just a few people that inhabit or have inhabited, the lives of some 'all (although in this case the dish is very masculine) ... I found particularly clever way of telling stories and describe how this ends up happy-hour ... I will therefore propose that, with all the appropriate references. The author is a witty Viscountess , sarcasm and irony surely not lacking.

At twenty animated the dreams of so many peers, beautiful and damned were politically engaged because the "social" was not yet in fashion and had read Erica Jong, hummed The Fairy bucket or applauded De Andrè.

The girls loved them but they always had, first of all friends or the world to change and then they always had a girlfriend at home to spring up the ass for Sunday lunch.

Venuti on a Negroni and Plaigin, everything was permissible for them to use condoms furochè then considered only when there was always fearful of contraception in their memories the English girl who had been his heart beat faster and the thirties who had introduced to the pleasures of sex.

Thirty men were already part of the world for nothing, eternal and eternally engaged students believe that if the world would change at least their destiny. Refined seducer of mankind, they knew how to conquer a woman who was never the right one because that just always waiting for them at home without ever asking for anything while they were learning to see a wine list and a barrel roll in a few seconds, though they now had acquired more sophisticated means to find the buzz necessary to let go.

intelligent, educated, sensitive, tormented and alleged connoisseur of the female especially, it seemed that the world would fall at their feet from time to time and waiting for that to happen you have the luxury to tell you that there are rules and that everyone should live according to his own inclination as to meet the requirement of a condom, you looked as if they doubt their infallibility

Forty you will find yourself alone, the eternal girlfriend, that bitch, she married another and they have become hypochondriacs, verbose, misogynist, paranoid terror and not the functions. Now, without alcohol, tranquilizers, stimulants, cocaine, hashish or antidepressants are no longer able even to fuck because you tell them that sex with a woman bored and looking for something more but just do not care to look that one condom held in portfolio for years, because, you say, we only miss one and then it does not really more than anything. Now are moved in front of those children for whom until recently did not feel ready and have started to divide the world of women among those who are potential mothers, those that have already and those for which it is too early or too late.

But the worst thing is that now, they explain, understand many things.

And they became anti-abortion.

via: Macchianera

original text by: Viscountess

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