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Saturday, January 28, 2017
00h50am We just went to sleep in a boy's room and as expected, an awful smell of foot perfumes the room. This particular fragrance that is not the one I prefer among all that I know makes me to push my nose into the pillow. Bad idea. I immediately remove my head from this thing that smells of sweat and throws it to the ground. This guy is a pig among the pigs and I sleep in his bed. Emie has just fallen asleep. The moment of my revenge has finally come. I get off my bed, slip into her, put my body on her. We'll see if your little mouth will continue to make fun of me after that little girl "I lift the top of Emie's pajamas that the udder milker lent us and begins to titillate her small breasts. Do you want to say something? Forbidden my beautiful. I quickly sink my tongue into his mouth and enjoy it greedily. Her skin is really soft and I like to caress her. I try to slip a hand into her panties but I see her panic, so I stop.
Emie. "Lisa do not go that far. Give me cuddles and kisses but do not touch this place. Please."
I will not force this little chip if she does not want to. "Ok my baby, but you made fun of me just now so you have to pay. Tickling"
As Emie wanted, we had a lot of hugs and I do not know what time we fell asleep but when the rooster started his fair at 6:00 am a desire for chicken invaded my thoughts. Do not he think of those who sleep? I will not get up, at least that's what I thought but ten minutes later, the constant lowing of cows that someone was driving I do not know, have put my patience to the test and now I want to eat beef. When I get out of the room, the udder milker jumps on me.
«Lisa you are very morning and me who thought that celebrities were lazy."
Tell that to your idiot animals that pulled me out of my sleep. "Yes, I slept so well that his few hours were equivalent to my usual nine hours."
Udder Trayeuse. "Perfect, in this case come help me feed the calves and then we'll go get some eggs. But before that, I'll make you taste my little homemade alcohol."
But did you confuse me with Laura Ingalls my word ? You sincerely believe that I'm going to touch what comes out of the hen asses me who am a celebrity as you so rightly say? "Let's start with your liquor Madam Flint."
She leads me to the kitchen in which, on the table is placed a barrel with a small tap. She takes two big drinks and fills them to the brim, then hands me one with a look full of pride. "Take it Lisa. You'll see, it has nothing to do with what you drank at your fancy restaurant. This liqueur is not horse piss but a hard alcohol that I distil with love and passion. A liter while waking up in the morning to be healthy guarantees longevity. Go Lisa, swallow it in one go."
It smells like a mixture of white spirit and essence this thing. No problem, still less than a year ago, I swallowed the whiskey as if it were water. You want to test me, so look. "Unlike the smell, it's not bad, but, but, olaa. I must sit down. I can not see very suddenly suddenly and ... "
Sunday, January 29, 2017
6:45 pm My head, I hurt, what happened to me for to suffer so much? I remember getting up just now and drinking that damn alcohol and then nothing. It can not be that? Am I so weak that I can not stand a little alcohol anymore?
"Lisa, Lisa, you're finally awake. I was so worried. The doctor who came wanted us to drive you to the hospital, I refused but I was about to do it seeing you do not were waking up."
My dear little sister does not put you in such a state, it's not the first time I get drunk. "Have I slept long?»
«Around 36 or 37 hours I think. I thought you would not be able to go to Grandma's funeral tomorrow morning."
What, 36 hours? But I did not sleep, it was a fucking ethyl comas. This woman and her little homemade alcohol is crazy. "Do not worry, I'll rest well and we'll say goodbye to Grandma as agreed."
Emie. "But Lisa, why did you accept to drink a big glass of this strange mixture knowing that it was 95 °? Did you want to kill yourself or did you forget to think?"
???? 95 °? "Perhaps your second proposition is pretty close to the truth. Emie, can you bring me something to eat? Then I'll rest to be in shape tomorrow morning."
Monday, January 30, 2017
9:00am I slept 36 hours in a row. Last night I had a headache like never before, but less than fifteen minutes after eating, I fell asleep again. That night, my dreams had no meaning and were strange, almost stupid. This stay with my former teacher was quite short for me, a short night, plus a few minutes and a short evening. At this moment Emie and I are getting ready to pay tribute to our grandmother who has been away for a few days now. I would have liked to collect on her body before but the fear that it causes problems dissuaded me. For the moment, I have a wish, or rather a hope, to which I unfortunately do not believe. Although I do not particularly like the one that I thought was my father and my uncle's sick, I really hope they'll make the trip to say goodbye to their mother, but knowing their egoism, I'm afraid that it's just a wishful thinking. I do not worry about her coffin and her tombstone, because having sent a lot of money for that, I know that she will at least have the chance to have a last comfortable and elegant home, although now it is a little useless. Maybe I did it to be more at peace with myself, in which case it would be selfish, but no matter the result will be the same.
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Saturday, January 28, 2017
00h50am We just went to sleep in a boy's room and as expected, an awful smell of foot perfumes the room. This particular fragrance that is not the one I prefer among all that I know makes me to push my nose into the pillow. Bad idea. I immediately remove my head from this thing that smells of sweat and throws it to the ground. This guy is a pig among the pigs and I sleep in his bed. Emie has just fallen asleep. The moment of my revenge has finally come. I get off my bed, slip into her, put my body on her. We'll see if your little mouth will continue to make fun of me after that little girl "I lift the top of Emie's pajamas that the udder milker lent us and begins to titillate her small breasts. Do you want to say something? Forbidden my beautiful. I quickly sink my tongue into his mouth and enjoy it greedily. Her skin is really soft and I like to caress her. I try to slip a hand into her panties but I see her panic, so I stop.
Emie. "Lisa do not go that far. Give me cuddles and kisses but do not touch this place. Please."
I will not force this little chip if she does not want to. "Ok my baby, but you made fun of me just now so you have to pay. Tickling"
As Emie wanted, we had a lot of hugs and I do not know what time we fell asleep but when the rooster started his fair at 6:00 am a desire for chicken invaded my thoughts. Do not he think of those who sleep? I will not get up, at least that's what I thought but ten minutes later, the constant lowing of cows that someone was driving I do not know, have put my patience to the test and now I want to eat beef. When I get out of the room, the udder milker jumps on me.
«Lisa you are very morning and me who thought that celebrities were lazy."
Tell that to your idiot animals that pulled me out of my sleep. "Yes, I slept so well that his few hours were equivalent to my usual nine hours."
Udder Trayeuse. "Perfect, in this case come help me feed the calves and then we'll go get some eggs. But before that, I'll make you taste my little homemade alcohol."
But did you confuse me with Laura Ingalls my word ? You sincerely believe that I'm going to touch what comes out of the hen asses me who am a celebrity as you so rightly say? "Let's start with your liquor Madam Flint."
She leads me to the kitchen in which, on the table is placed a barrel with a small tap. She takes two big drinks and fills them to the brim, then hands me one with a look full of pride. "Take it Lisa. You'll see, it has nothing to do with what you drank at your fancy restaurant. This liqueur is not horse piss but a hard alcohol that I distil with love and passion. A liter while waking up in the morning to be healthy guarantees longevity. Go Lisa, swallow it in one go."
It smells like a mixture of white spirit and essence this thing. No problem, still less than a year ago, I swallowed the whiskey as if it were water. You want to test me, so look. "Unlike the smell, it's not bad, but, but, olaa. I must sit down. I can not see very suddenly suddenly and ... "
Sunday, January 29, 2017
6:45 pm My head, I hurt, what happened to me for to suffer so much? I remember getting up just now and drinking that damn alcohol and then nothing. It can not be that? Am I so weak that I can not stand a little alcohol anymore?
"Lisa, Lisa, you're finally awake. I was so worried. The doctor who came wanted us to drive you to the hospital, I refused but I was about to do it seeing you do not were waking up."
My dear little sister does not put you in such a state, it's not the first time I get drunk. "Have I slept long?»
«Around 36 or 37 hours I think. I thought you would not be able to go to Grandma's funeral tomorrow morning."
What, 36 hours? But I did not sleep, it was a fucking ethyl comas. This woman and her little homemade alcohol is crazy. "Do not worry, I'll rest well and we'll say goodbye to Grandma as agreed."
Emie. "But Lisa, why did you accept to drink a big glass of this strange mixture knowing that it was 95 °? Did you want to kill yourself or did you forget to think?"
???? 95 °? "Perhaps your second proposition is pretty close to the truth. Emie, can you bring me something to eat? Then I'll rest to be in shape tomorrow morning."
Monday, January 30, 2017
9:00am I slept 36 hours in a row. Last night I had a headache like never before, but less than fifteen minutes after eating, I fell asleep again. That night, my dreams had no meaning and were strange, almost stupid. This stay with my former teacher was quite short for me, a short night, plus a few minutes and a short evening. At this moment Emie and I are getting ready to pay tribute to our grandmother who has been away for a few days now. I would have liked to collect on her body before but the fear that it causes problems dissuaded me. For the moment, I have a wish, or rather a hope, to which I unfortunately do not believe. Although I do not particularly like the one that I thought was my father and my uncle's sick, I really hope they'll make the trip to say goodbye to their mother, but knowing their egoism, I'm afraid that it's just a wishful thinking. I do not worry about her coffin and her tombstone, because having sent a lot of money for that, I know that she will at least have the chance to have a last comfortable and elegant home, although now it is a little useless. Maybe I did it to be more at peace with myself, in which case it would be selfish, but no matter the result will be the same.
Saturday, January 28, 201700h50am We just went to sleep in a boy's room and as expected, an awful smell of foot perfumes the room. This particular fragrance that is not the one I prefer among all that I know makes me to push my nose into the pillow. Bad idea. I immediately remove my head from this thing that smells of sweat and throws it to the ground. This guy is a pig among the pigs and I sleep in his bed. Emie has just fallen asleep. The moment of my revenge has finally come. I get off my bed, slip into her, put my body on her. We'll see if your little mouth will continue to make fun of me after that little girl "I lift the top of Emie's pajamas that the udder milker lent us and begins to titillate her small breasts. Do you want to say something? Forbidden my beautiful. I quickly sink my tongue into his mouth and enjoy it greedily. Her skin is really soft and I like to caress her. I try to slip a hand into her panties but I see her panic, so I stop.Emie. "Lisa do not go that far. Give me cuddles and kisses but do not touch this place. Please."I will not force this little chip if she does not want to. "Ok my baby, but you made fun of me just now so you have to pay. Tickling"As Emie wanted, we had a lot of hugs and I do not know what time we fell asleep but when the rooster started his fair at 6:00 am a desire for chicken invaded my thoughts. Do not he think of those who sleep? I will not get up, at least that's what I thought but ten minutes later, the constant lowing of cows that someone was driving I do not know, have put my patience to the test and now I want to eat beef. When I get out of the room, the udder milker jumps on me.Lisa you are very morning and me who thought that celebrities were lazy."Tell that to your idiot animals that pulled me out of my sleep. "Yes, I slept so well that his few hours were equivalent to my usual nine hours."Udder Trayeuse. "Perfect, in this case come help me feed the calves and then we'll go get some eggs. But before that, I'll make you taste my little homemade alcohol."But did you confuse me with Laura Ingalls my word ? You sincerely believe that I'm going to touch what comes out of the hen asses me who am a celebrity as you so rightly say? "Let's start with your liquor Madam Flint."She leads me to the kitchen in which, on the table is placed a barrel with a small tap. She takes two big drinks and fills them to the brim, then hands me one with a look full of pride. "Take it Lisa. You'll see, it has nothing to do with what you drank at your fancy restaurant. This liqueur is not horse piss but a hard alcohol that I distil with love and passion. A liter while waking up in the morning to be healthy guarantees longevity. Go Lisa, swallow it in one go."It smells like a mixture of white spirit and essence this thing. No problem, still less than a year ago, I swallowed the whiskey as if it were water. You want to test me, so look. "Unlike the smell, it's not bad, but, but, olaa. I must sit down. I can not see very suddenly suddenly and ... "Sunday, January 29, 20176:45 pm My head, I hurt, what happened to me for to suffer so much? I remember getting up just now and drinking that damn alcohol and then nothing. It can not be that? Am I so weak that I can not stand a little alcohol anymore?"Lisa, Lisa, you're finally awake. I was so worried. The doctor who came wanted us to drive you to the hospital, I refused but I was about to do it seeing you do not were waking up."My dear little sister does not put you in such a state, it's not the first time I get drunk. "Have I slept long?Around 36 or 37 hours I think. I thought you would not be able to go to Grandma's funeral tomorrow morning."What, 36 hours? But I did not sleep, it was a fucking ethyl comas. This woman and her little homemade alcohol is crazy. "Do not worry, I'll rest well and we'll say goodbye to Grandma as agreed."Emie. "But Lisa, why did you accept to drink a big glass of this strange mixture knowing that it was 95 ? Did you want to kill yourself or did you forget to think?"???? 95 ? "Perhaps your second proposition is pretty close to the truth. Emie, can you bring me something to eat? Then I'll rest to be in shape tomorrow morning."Monday, January 30, 20179:00am I slept 36 hours in a row. Last night I had a headache like never before, but less than fifteen minutes after eating, I fell asleep again. That night, my dreams had no meaning and were strange, almost stupid. This stay with my former teacher was quite short for me, a short night, plus a few minutes and a short evening. At this moment Emie and I are getting ready to pay tribute to our grandmother who has been away for a few days now. I would have liked to collect on her body before but the fear that it causes problems dissuaded me. For the moment, I have a wish, or rather a hope, to which I unfortunately do not believe. Although I do not particularly like the one that I thought was my father and my uncle's sick, I really hope they'll make the trip to say goodbye to their mother, but knowing their egoism, I'm afraid that it's just a wishful thinking. I do not worry about her coffin and her tombstone, because having sent a lot of money for that, I know that she will at least have the chance to have a last comfortable and elegant home, although now it is a little useless. Maybe I did it to be more at peace with myself, in which case it would be selfish, but no matter the result will be the same.
