Sunday, August 30, 2009

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90 degrees (3)


The last block of 90 degrees! We look forward, we must recognize. Not only that we present to our newest candidate for the semifinals next week but it is not a participant either. But they do not want to anticipate anything ... Let's see if these tracks and this file photo they can identify. Luis was born in Buenos Aires but returned after 16 years of absence, says he was traveling around the country but, at bottom, every place was too much like any other, is a specialist on security issues, was hotel concierge and appeared in the cover of the Buenos Aires daily maximum in 24 separate occasions. Luis
sitting in bed and concentrate on the smoke plumes of smoke it produces. Here we see her enter Sonia, a resident of Villa Pueyrredón Eddie declared fan of Sierra and over twenty cats. Sonia considers itself an erotic dance artist and hopes that someone gives him a chance in our midst. Sonia
Luis approaches and wants to raise, taking his hand but he pushes her and she stumbles. Here, since we could not doubt, we see a participant is determined to win. Sonia, a little confused, he takes his shoes slowly approaches the far edge of the bed and begins to outline gently to the rhythm of an imaginary sensual song. She massages her breasts through the dress, slip your hand inside and shows her nipples hardened, lift up your breasts and caresses her nipples with his tongue, still looking Luis provocatively. Luis is watching, he devotes an insult coming from the side of his mouth and lights another cigarette. Sonia goes to bed and crawl to the back of Luis, strokes her abdomen, kissing his neck, climbs into his ear and he again walks away with his right arm. Sonia
without losing the initial concentration lies on the bed, takes off her dress, and begins to lose his hand inside her womb, the downward movement of his hand trembles, his skin becomes a set of small volcanoes erupting and moving her tongue over his lips, he whispers to Luis coward, touch me, coward, touch me. Luis, for the first time, tour and involuntarily opened her eyes and mouth is open with cigarette hanging. He takes off his belt, around your wrist and while his pants started to fall slowly through the air with a lash of his belt. Sonia provocative smiles and calls him a slight movement of your index, Luis, mesmerized by our seductive moves heavily and doubts when you are around him, Sonia brings her hip and buries his face in his boxer shorts with plaid. Luis throws his head back and around his neck with the belt, Sonia, excited by cold leather, will definitely remove the boxer and continues its work, however, excited his face begins to mutate into a color, first passing red , then to purple and now becoming a blue blood; Luis continues to shorten the diameter of the belt until Sonia, stifled, moving his arms and turns away from Luis, left his face looking down, searching for air. Luis sees an opportunity, making the hair and despite his cries of pain, the start of the bed and give it some circles on the floor.
Remember, viewers, our role is not dictate what is right or wrong on sex. Sonia seeks to rise but a right cross from Luis returns to the floor, takes the bloated face which a thin tear drops of blood. Starts to crawl along the floor, trying to reach the door of the tank. The erection of Charles, own a bull before consummating the act, is incredibly strong. If the camera with us, there we see two completely delineated blue veins that pump blood like a dam. Carlos, his eyes flooded with brightness homicidal fit a kick in the side of Sonia who is a ball of pain on the carpet.
Carlos rushes to her, around her neck with his powerful hands and begins to tighten. Our production, concerned about the fairness of the rules that dictate the correct result of this procedure accepted by all our viewers, starts projecting images on the monitor of the trial in which Louis, with the hotel employee who was in charge of cleaning baths, were convicted for the murder of four people in the town of Caleta Olivia. There, we see Luis, with his hat nailed sport under the eyes, fool around with his accomplice who looks not understand anything, the raucous laughter of Louis, at the precise moment that the judge's opinion, is remembered in awe of our compatriots.
distorting factor seems to be even more excited to Luis, who now takes her two hands the head of Sonia and the star repeatedly against a metal corner of the bed, blood begins to fire. Finally, the tour Sonia neck in an impossible position; Luis, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth like gray Gillet, his breath, goes to a chair, stands on his shoulders and dropped against the lifeless body of Sonia. Now, friends, Luis you spread your legs, running his fingers black satin panties and penetrates. Henríquez Ureña
The clerk informs us that time is fulfilled and that the erection of Luis has stayed at a grade of 90 degrees for more than seven minutes. We opened the door of the tank and while our security personnel down to Luis with a powerful electric shock, we said goodbye by wishing you all a very happy weekend and reminding them that next week will join us in the semifinals of 90 degrees, the program where losing win and the losers win!
(*) pic froom here

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

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90 degrees (2 ª part)

I give way to the second part of our 90 degrees, the television broadcast in which everyone wins, the losers and those who succeed. Our second participant is Carlos. He lives in Palermo, is a publicist on the rise, adventurous in matters of the heart and sex. Her favorite food is tofu rested on a cushion of oil with herbs, his stone is the amethyst and declare a total fan of Morrisey.
Our seductive, Ekaterina, and makes his entrance wearing the hand of Carlos, Ekaterina is Byelorussian and down in the fourth line of a Russian countess who came up with their bones in Sebastopol jail, accused of helping more than twenty Jews escape a pogrom. Ekaterina was the third dancer in a magazine of this capital but finally it was more profitable to engage in prostitution in private apartments. And boy, thank you!
Carlos is a participant decided, after five seconds of kissing her lips Soviets, and is stroking the thighs of the seductive, introduced his hand into the tight jeans and presumably Ekaterina're looking for sex, then set aside with your fingers the thin thong that covers the baldness of their privacy. Ekaterina surprised at the impending loss of control, take your hands off him and pushes him against the bed. He kneels to get the pants but Carlos has already been removed and the hand guides your hair blonde Ekaterina to meet his cock stiff, upright as a candle wax oozing. Our seductive looks desperately into the camera, asking for help to our production while the tour guide Carlos uninterrupted into her open mouth. Quiet, Ekaterina, your comrades will not leave you now or ever.
There is a sign of tension and surprise in the face of Charles VII in the tank Kreator sounds blaring, a German heavy metal band with lyrics potentially Nazis. The movement of your pelvis is reduced to near immobility ... These are tense times, friends ... but ... of course, our Jack is a champion. While turning to Ekaterina and supports his penis in the process of recovery against her ivory back, raises his hand and makes the sign of devilish horns and shakes his head as if stirred endless strands of curls. Will Carlos understood the game? Of course, friends, whatever you do, you always win! Carlos
kneels, legs apart and buries his face Ekaterina on sex, first with smooth and full of feints until finally his tongue becomes a brush that carries moisture Ekaterina. She bows and claims it up with your hands. Is another key moment. On the monitor the tank shows the face of his mother, isolated in a nursing home, prompting Charles to, please do not delay the return of school to buy lunch, they go to greet their Conce aunt and to help clean the insects of plants and, finally, we take lunch to her father to the Municipality, of course, Carlos can not do that but his mother is mentally in a temporary space from 16 and August 18, 1985. His mother now crying, asking why he has not taken his food to his father and asking him to tell again the story of how she found him dead at his desk.
Carlos has been with his mouth open towards sex Ekaterina shining and only manages to look over his shoulder at the monitor. Turn your body and squats without being able to turn their vision. Ekaterina he slides a hand down her back, then contoured supports their tits on the body of Carlos and caresses her nipples starting to solidify. Our hero gets rid of it with a sudden movement, goes to the TV and is thoughtful for a few seconds .... What will? There are moments of doubt that all great men have, as we have seen thousands of times in 90 degrees and yet, our audience continues to overwhelm me every time the hero faces his fear distorting important. Yes, yes, yes! It's amazing how our loser is perhaps best remembered for this issue! Carlos has raised the monitor on its head and has thrown to the ground, making it shattered! The carpeted floor has brief flashes of the movie star glasses! Ekaterina, now a Russian girl thrilled by the parade of the Red Army, applauds as the red color comes rushing to her cheeks.
Carlos runs to meet Ekaterina and pushes against the bed. They kiss passionately but Carlos begins to grope her sex so suspicious. There is a potential winner. Ekaterina, willing to do anything to enjoy the untamed passion sex Carlos placed at half mast Carlos between her breasts and ascends and descends in a sensual, while his tongue leaving a direct path between the hairs of Carlos. Carlos closes his eyes, trying to forget his mother, Kreator, all the ups and downs of the evening of sex and it seems that he is succeeding because Katerina smiles and kisses him gently on the lips. But ... it Ekaterina now lies high and curved as the Soviet sickle on the body of Carlos, rests his head on his chest, closed his eyes and pretends to sleep, come on, friends, and we know what that means. What time do we have, clerk? "Five minutes? The fair for Charles lost. Carlos back away slowly and hide his head in his legs, there's something about the masculinity of Carlos who does not allowed to leave without satisfaction, a strong belief in the need for her to be happy, but not happy in general, but happy with him, causing him to be the climax. It is the vanity in dress of generosity, we delimited our psychologist. Ekaterina enjoy, close your eyes, arches its back and Carlos beautiful face lifts his legs wet. She claims but he jumps out of bed, walks away into a corner and began yelling at her sex, while it squeezes between your hands while walking, looks angrily to his growing little sex, hit small jumps, retrace your steps, sweating from every pore of his skin and finally dropped on the carpet, staring at the ceiling vindictively and without worry of glass scattered on the carpet. Ekaterina and sleep.
is important to check the result, as we see, Carlos exceeded 90 degrees of erection but could only keep three minutes, forty seconds. A great effort not to move to the semifinals but, however, did not work. Open the doors of the tank and Carlos walked out slowly, a round of applause for our participants! Bravo, Carlos! A tough nut to crack.
- This game sucks. I thought I could lose a lot before I could demonstrate the power of the will before anything else but it was all very strong.
- What are your expectations regarding the great semi-final?
- I want revenge. Ekaterina want to return and this time I will not let us sleep.
- A true optimist sex.
- I will think hard about the times when I devolved. I think I can lose in a better way to this in which I win, I am not materialistic, I do not give a damn ... (sorry, it matters little) the convertible, I want that Rusita collectivize and I will do.
- Carlos Bravo! In moments of deep despair and bewilderment as the nation lives, we must have strong eyes like yours. While our audience awake to Ekaterina undemanding, we make a short break and we're back to 90 degrees, the program where they earn, they lose!

Monday, August 10, 2009

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Putting discs backwards 2

Nacholeo DJ invited us to a degenerate world, populated by idealistic masturbators Teen Sex addicts.

Night sex can arouse deep anxieties about dog or a bitch, can become the high point of the night with a group of friends likely to shake the holidays. The chorus aid: "Today is night of sex, I will devour you pretty girl" people listen to sex and as if he entered tickle, as if sensing the loss mischief ass look in the dictionary.

The chorus is repeated a thousand times, spurred by the desire of producers Wisin y Yandel but if one moves away from the hypnotic " Today is night of sex , the world begins to become a mighty river an oily substance of plant origin. Since the beginning of the song - avoid the controversy between "Sonaste" and the "so nasty" - with acclaimed achievement kitsch of "I'm the guy poems, your faithful fan and although I knew today is night sex "- and one can imagine the kid who sells booklets of poetry on the train for four moderate weights - one assumes that the recipient of the song girl is seduced by the idea of \u200b\u200b"Mom, this is my boyfriend. Called Yandel, writes poetry and is re bohemian. "The arms around him and kisses him.

However, that auspicious beginning, full of sunsets on the beaches of Acapulco (no Playa del Carmen), walking hand in hand, poetry Becquer's ear, awake to our poet and he does fly, entangled in the high-school pleated skirt of love and suddenly discovers his true intentions. "That vo tear the fabric carefully, my brown skin, then peel ." The "vo tear the fabric" (with or without caution), in fact, I'm going to start, a verb as appropriate and suitable for our fellow feminists, is beginning to show the poet of the train as something closer to the train to the poet.

Convinced that the boy is not the poetry, but that just is creating a fictitious image to sell to the Virgin offered in sacrifice, carried through sophistries and fallacies of the temptation of sin (you will have another way of being taken to sex by trickery and fallacies?), parents of the teenager begins to doubt the moral authority of the author. The boy, terrified by the prospect of losing it begins to mix the language and confuse parents in a poetic verse at a time (meaning poetry rhyme, as it reminds us of our television) and seductive, "Romantic please please give me a kiss, do not make a slip "

parents, now if, tempted by the future of the baby with someone who knows language, let it go. He, protector, says the girl " empecemo 'on the beach, terminemo' in bed brings the towel because you're going to get wet "and she was excited to care that he shows on the future baby, takes her pink towel, printed hides, and Thalia walking hand in hand with the boy's poems.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

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The loss and quiet literally hate

Now I understand why the electronic media provide no such nostalgia that the role offers. Lately I've been reading my writings long ago, all electronic, all mediocre.

I wanted to destroy them, destroy them. But electronic media will deny the guilty pleasure of breaking and destroy something completely. I feel the same pleasure when you press a button when he tore a sheet of paper. Deleting a file does not provide the satisfaction of breaking something physical, does not provide the sounds, sensations and calm the defeat hatred.

"The Most Powerful Smell is trigger to the memory There Is.
A Certain flower or a whisp of smoke Can Bring up Experiences Since long forgotten.
Books ... ... rich musty smell .... The Knowledge Gained from a computer is ... it has no texture ... no context. It's There And Then it's gone. If it is to last ... then the getting of Knowledge Should Be tangible. It Should Be ... smelly " .

reading should not only provide those feelings, writing almost demands it. A writer may reflect feelings only mediocre on a medium that makes no sense.

A keyboard hands no ink macha fresh, no scratch asks you to miss a word you do not end up being part of the notice. Just press a key and went, and there is no testimony from your mistakes.

addition, there is something so silly to have to print something for later disposal. There is something so trivial to create and then destroy.

Friday, August 7, 2009

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sordidness is back celebrating

90 Degrees (Part I)

Hello, welcome to another issue of 90 degrees, the program that revolutionized the way we do television. Our first participant is Joaquin, has forty-five years, is divorced from twenty years ago, has four children but the smaller the other day she ran when she appeared on the private university that pays her adoptive father. Joachim lives in Rafael Calzada, is unemployed and has not passed the fourth step of Alcoholics Anonymous.
Here comes Mary, our seductive, her favorite color is turquoise, like the mountain to the beach and idol of the story is Faruk, the owner of Armenian restaurant sponsors 90 degrees. We see his first moves, their arms around Joaquin, outlining what the rhythm of the music, see it now as I gently licked the neck, then the language is hiding the ear in his mouth ... Yes, folks, now you are throwing against the chair . Joaquin our participant concerned, fondles his crotch and runs his hand down the back of Mary, she, perhaps intrigued by those hands slick with cold sweat, he grabs the little hair in a gesture that promises luxury. Yes, we are already seeing the first drops of sweat on the brow of Joaquín, the movement that automatically makes her hand into her crotch and finds the opportunity.
Attention, friends viewers, we are reaching the moment, that of Mary, full of memories, liquid running down his bulging body forms, begins to take the belt with his mouth. Joaquin and try to alter the mouth of Mary goes to meet his country but she looks an act of patience and again to stroke her leg. Joaquin leans back, sad or anxious, and finally Mary takes off his pants, sliding his hand slip inside the board (a very fashionable color, we demarcated the specialist) and raises and lowers. Joaquin out of his slump with pleasure and she removes her bra in a few movements, in an uneven struggle, reached the top position and licks her nipples Black Maria, discovered under a parrot green bra (a must-not through the lingerie, we mark out here .) Mary slides her hands up the backsides of Joaquín, mentally draw its contours and with a gentle but nevertheless takes the slip fast. Joaquin startled, drops her head forward and Mary leads her hands to match the sex of Joaquin. This smile of Mary is indicating what? Are these tremors signs of an orgasm future? Already reached its climax with penetration alone intuition?
No, no, quite the contrary. These tremors are attempts not to laugh, the cosmic movement that produces the pity. However, Maria is laughing, although cover your face does not stop laughing; Joaquin looks with an idiotic grin in the middle of the face, and is now ready to take the yellow panties but Mary falls from the chair, rolling on the floor and laughing. The smile disappears Joaquín but, however, a new expression lurks idiot. Mary notes directly into the camera and leave a space between your thumb and forefinger, a space small enough to enter a single finger, turns, looks at Joaquin, he repeats the gesture and now, laughs as being owned by Revenge of the thousands of women that has occurred to preserve night. Joaquin out of his slump to get up and hug her, but runs into one of the sheets and fell sprawling to the floor, letting us see with clarity thanks to the zoom too obvious, the reason for the gesture of Mary who fell to his knees and continues laughing as he says. Joaquin takes
his head in his hands and sway rhythmically up and down, something distracts him. Is the sound from the monitor they have in the tank, now they are happening in sepia photos of their wedding, their children embracing his stepfather, his ex-wife vacation in streams of Cordoba, surrounded by sandwiches and legs Milan Extremities female ham. Mary bears against the corner of the tank to force jokes, sustained screaming and crying Joaquin, bare liquid column of snot falling from his body, without hiding his face.
Do I need to apply the carrier? Our clerk, Henríquez Ureña, challenges us with an upward movement of the bow. We have here the very first level of the sex of our participants, that red line that is moving is the angle of his erection and, as suspected, has not exceeded five minutes to 90 degrees of erection. Now, folks. As we open the doors of the fishbowl of love, comes a round of applause for our winner! Over here, Joaquin! J aja ja. Did you get a bit confused, really, folks? Our secretary hands him a tissue. Clean man, please happy that gained access to the semifinal of 90 degrees with the top prize of a convertible, huge, gigantic and that what we saw, we could serve you very well natural compensation. Come on, buddy Joaquin. You mean some kind words for the audience? Right? Well, we understand. Mary, please move away from the fishbowl that is already coming to our next contestant in search of not getting an erection in spite of all our temptations!. Is it as good as Joaquin? We'll see friends.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

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I bit my tongue. Literally.

It's so ironic that I can not say anything about it because it hurts.