Correctly? like Ricchierdo?
Correctly? like Ricchierdo?
After that fact she indeed bonked him for some time, got all the advantages she was needing, eventually left him and now she calls rape? That’s one abominable bitch!
Well said!
As I wrote, under this aspect I was lucky so far.
That ogre of the owner is much funnier than the emu.
That’s just wonderful!
I approve of this chauvinist but true comment.
Writing the aisle number (and color, if one) on a scrap paper or my cigarette pack.
This is why I do love the Internet... because everyday I learn something new... really, please believe me that in Europe the problem is almost non existent, at least in the good hotels of the big chains. So far I was lucky, and never met one... not on Italy, nor abroad! Some sporadic cases in Italy are warned by Trip…
I never was in the USA because our products were not imported there, but I hope to be able to see New York at least once... I’ll try to choose a good hotel!
Then I must have been really very lucky, because I traveled all over the world for over 20 years, sleeping in many hotels of several international chains, but I never saw ONE single flea. Nor I was bitten, which could have been if there were fleas, but I didn’t see them. True is that I once refused to sleep in the…
...and sand fleas are complimentary, and included in the room service.
“The movie holds off on showing Ruhian fighting”
“every major German automaker, including BMW, Audi, VW, Porsche, and Daimler, had been running a secret cartel since the 1990s”
It must be so exciting to live in a lawless frontier land, rather than in a modern and civilized Country!
This the correct way with the modern, electronically controlled cars. Idling when cold, was the indispensable technique for the old cars with carburettors.
JW Player sucks a lot. Please, be so kind to revert to YouTube. Thank you!
It was a joke, of course! Nevertheless, I always thought that the Flinstones are a most fantastic cartoon, while Scooby-Doo looks to me something that only a preschooler could appreciate... but of course it’s me, because there’s no accounting for tastes.