Post Shower Dizziness

ep. 23 from the customer.

The author of this episode is Princess Leia

Driven by youthful friend and I find myself ungrateful visitor passes through the magical night of our historical center. Dressed as a seal of a marriage can not mask my discomfort, perhaps unjustified but still crystal clear. The heels worn compulsorily for "slender figure 'are planted in each hole and the series creative" pay homage to the take-off and dangles her against her tits and all that is around. Reduced in an almost hypnotic with a stupid smile without having received any illicit drug, but not legally be driven by the currents I and I follow the steady stream of words that connects the mouth like a string of Amanda on my right ear and the left Enchanted is the meeting of the Communist Party of workers cross the first hour. Someone had shouted "you have a worker only way to change your life: to return to the unity of your class and to tear the petty bourgeois political and unfortunate. " Meanwhile the nth hole stranded by my heels a rat from the underground blasphemy.
Here we arrive at the famous local "in" both of which I had spoken. I realize why we are still around me and we are all stuck too tanned tattooed male and female seminude attroiate too. It is in line to enter. I wonder if there will be queues for the afterlife cross thresholds that will determine our stay afterlife. I think in this case I'm not mad because they should not be easy to handle such traffic. I see a big man at the end of the line in obvious iperproteinizzato hormonal crisis in care of the check. It will be he who will judge me for now, here in this life of hardship and cotillions. I wonder if you notice in my disguise as a seal and if so whether this would affect my entrance. I also wonder how he lives his apparent lack of proportion, if you have ever thought of a graft surgery silicone cushions in the calves and thighs and feet. I wonder how much silicone implicit surround me in a flash and then I went into a menchenonsidica and walk on the lovely wooden bridge yacht type. I look back and say goodbye to the middle-aged man, to thank him for turning a blind eye to that kind of gore that I hung around his neck, but the current is strong and determined, the players and the tissues are excited, we're going to make our entrance to our villa on the sea, not at Charterhouse, we all feel beautiful rather cool, even figs and so on and on and so throws.
After the bridge over the time Naomi Campbell. I feel the flab around again in tune with my body. Here I am. They are the Lalla. They are the star wars bar

It's true. It is definitely on. All very campari. Implied sex. Abstinence high. Music core trans-gender. But despite looking out around me I can not help but feel a bad inside the dark end of the intestine goes quickly to the first cervical vertebra. I fainted. Policies must have been civilians. The journey from
standing to mother earth is slow and muffled. All around, a blender of colors swallows all the teeth of young smiling sweaty and then overwhelms me. Tump. ...
I wake up with an average pain in the right shoulder, the left one is still asleep. They slumped behind the DJ console with helmets airbrushed a big hairy dog \u200b\u200blicks my face and someone stole my mussels from the neck. Amanda dancing barefoot like Janis Joplin, the audience looks at her incredulously. I try to get up but I am surprised an effort. I realize that a bad smell is bothering my stomach is empty. It's stinks. Precisely the smell of sulfur.
I surrender to gravity and from my point of view I look at the ground dj. Skinny skinny with more cuffioni older than he moves his head like those furry kittens that were put on the rear window in the 70's. With your hands squeeze buttons raise and lower levers seem to work on cold fusion. The music core gender often this effect. Leather sandals, shorts Nepalese, black t shirt. The public seems not to appreciate his sound universe. Maybe they did not understand maybe you can not understand, however, he seems out of the room, does not seem to belong to anyone. Maverick? (How?) Bho. Yet I seem to have known him, "maybe in another life I think. The smell of sulfur is heavy. To get up and do a big hand with long nails and big ring materializes in front of me. It belongs to a gentleman distinguished in white. It seems the king of pimps final. While I spend another nanosecond to decide whether or not to cling to him, are already up, the nausea has passed and I feel a strange creeping into his underwear. As soon as I figure out who and what, I'm going through the room behind his big white jacket like a magnet skating and ten nanoseconds lascivious find myself nose-nose with him hanging on the bar counter.
"Do not worry about the pants is a side effect. I just want to enjoy drinks. I love your dress seal "I'm lost. It's a bit 'too accustomed to looking for a nanny sos. All my certainties broke up and scramble with a paper flag in a glass of godfather.

"A lemonade for my friend." The bartender serves me right away. I lift my eyes looking complicity, I wonder if the bartender has strange powers of evil on two legs ... but I would not say it does not seem to understand. "Thank Erotica" I get so without thinking. Past lives? Pleasant fun dangerous past lives. Now I have not given up trying to find a meaning to everything that's happening to me and let me devour a deadly circle in the head, everything is hazy, I realize that it is time to go home and who are willing to go there crawling and, indeed, would be a good opportunity to apologize to the mice. I leave the bar and dangling try but I find Amanda Only his shoes. Here I am on the catwalk on the contrary, now I get to the mainland that stops by here I do not think so. The black sea around seems cocacola flat. From a small boat a few meters away someone is calling me, now I expect the worst. Amanda is in a nutshell that says "sooner or later come back," his sly smile I recognize from a distance, you clung to a freak, with all due respect, those who do not see around anymore, with hair Long a symbol of peace on the shirt. The launch of the shoes completely wrong path. The longhair off the boat, walks on water and collected one by one. Amanda gives me a look that with the right amplification would sounded like "You got it, boy?". Ok. Where is the spaceship? The beams of light, the horses of the apocalypse, and raise the dead and the big job? And 'maybe interplanetary fucking candid camera? You're laughing little green men fucking stinking vomit foam? You feel better just because you do not go to the stadium and you move into space in those tortillas ultra luminescent design? Do you know why no one can ever take a decent picture of dick? Why are you bad like the f ...
"Miss not do so, look, someone has found her necklace I remember having avergliela neck. You must be a very creative woman. "I never decided to try a lot of joy at seeing the lord doped entry, you never stop gaining weight. Having chatted amiably while I slept, with a strong arm that I do not know whether to attribute the momentum of affection or excessive sclerosis fatigue, my new friend threw me smiling inside a taxi. "Is over," I think without believing too much. ****

Post Shower Dizziness

ep. 23 from the customer.

The author of this episode is Princess Leia

Driven by youthful friend and I find myself ungrateful visitor passes through the magical night of our historical center. Dressed as a seal of a marriage can not mask my discomfort, perhaps unjustified but still crystal clear. The heels worn compulsorily for "slender figure 'are planted in each hole and the series creative" pay homage to the take-off and dangles her against her tits and all that is around. Reduced in an almost hypnotic with a stupid smile without having received any illicit drug, but not legally be driven by the currents I and I follow the steady stream of words that connects the mouth like a string of Amanda on my right ear and the left Enchanted is the meeting of the Communist Party of workers cross the first hour. Someone had shouted "you have a worker only way to change your life: to return to the unity of your class and to tear the petty bourgeois political and unfortunate. " Meanwhile the nth hole stranded by my heels a rat from the underground blasphemy.
Here we arrive at the famous local "in" both of which I had spoken. I realize why we are still around me and we are all stuck too tanned tattooed male and female seminude attroiate too. It is in line to enter. I wonder if there will be queues for the afterlife cross thresholds that will determine our stay afterlife. I think in this case I'm not mad because they should not be easy to handle such traffic. I see a big man at the end of the line in obvious iperproteinizzato hormonal crisis in care of the check. It will be he who will judge me for now, here in this life of hardship and cotillions. I wonder if you notice in my disguise as a seal and if so whether this would affect my entrance. I also wonder how he lives his apparent lack of proportion, if you have ever thought of a graft surgery silicone cushions in the calves and thighs and feet. I wonder how much silicone implicit surround me in a flash and then I went into a menchenonsidica and walk on the lovely wooden bridge yacht type. I look back and say goodbye to the middle-aged man, to thank him for turning a blind eye to that kind of gore that I hung around his neck, but the current is strong and determined, the players and the tissues are excited, we're going to make our entrance to our villa on the sea, not at Charterhouse, we all feel beautiful rather cool, even figs and so on and on and so throws.
After the bridge over the time Naomi Campbell. I feel the flab around again in tune with my body. Here I am. They are the Lalla. They are the star wars bar

It's true. It is definitely on. All very campari. Implied sex. Abstinence high. Music core trans-gender. But despite looking out around me I can not help but feel a bad inside the dark end of the intestine goes quickly to the first cervical vertebra. I fainted. Policies must have been civilians. The journey from
standing to mother earth is slow and muffled. All around, a blender of colors swallows all the teeth of young smiling sweaty and then overwhelms me. Tump. ...
I wake up with an average pain in the right shoulder, the left one is still asleep. They slumped behind the DJ console with helmets airbrushed a big hairy dog \u200b\u200blicks my face and someone stole my mussels from the neck. Amanda dancing barefoot like Janis Joplin, the audience looks at her incredulously. I try to get up but I am surprised an effort. I realize that a bad smell is bothering my stomach is empty. It's stinks. Precisely the smell of sulfur.
I surrender to gravity and from my point of view I look at the ground dj. Skinny skinny with more cuffioni older than he moves his head like those furry kittens that were put on the rear window in the 70's. With your hands squeeze buttons raise and lower levers seem to work on cold fusion. The music core gender often this effect. Leather sandals, shorts Nepalese, black t shirt. The public seems not to appreciate his sound universe. Maybe they did not understand maybe you can not understand, however, he seems out of the room, does not seem to belong to anyone. Maverick? (How?) Bho. Yet I seem to have known him, "maybe in another life I think. The smell of sulfur is heavy. To get up and do a big hand with long nails and big ring materializes in front of me. It belongs to a gentleman distinguished in white. It seems the king of pimps final. While I spend another nanosecond to decide whether or not to cling to him, are already up, the nausea has passed and I feel a strange creeping into his underwear. As soon as I figure out who and what, I'm going through the room behind his big white jacket like a magnet skating and ten nanoseconds lascivious find myself nose-nose with him hanging on the bar counter.
"Do not worry about the pants is a side effect. I just want to enjoy drinks. I love your dress seal "I'm lost. It's a bit 'too accustomed to looking for a nanny sos. All my certainties broke up and scramble with a paper flag in a glass of godfather.

"A lemonade for my friend." The bartender serves me right away. I lift my eyes looking complicity, I wonder if the bartender has strange powers of evil on two legs ... but I would not say it does not seem to understand. "Thank Erotica" I get so without thinking. Past lives? Pleasant fun dangerous past lives. Now I have not given up trying to find a meaning to everything that's happening to me and let me devour a deadly circle in the head, everything is hazy, I realize that it is time to go home and who are willing to go there crawling and, indeed, would be a good opportunity to apologize to the mice. I leave the bar and dangling try but I find Amanda Only his shoes. Here I am on the catwalk on the contrary, now I get to the mainland that stops by here I do not think so. The black sea around seems cocacola flat. From a small boat a few meters away someone is calling me, now I expect the worst. Amanda is in a nutshell that says "sooner or later come back," his sly smile I recognize from a distance, you clung to a freak, with all due respect, those who do not see around anymore, with hair Long a symbol of peace on the shirt. The launch of the shoes completely wrong path. The longhair off the boat, walks on water and collected one by one. Amanda gives me a look that with the right amplification would sounded like "You got it, boy?". Ok. Where is the spaceship? The beams of light, the horses of the apocalypse, and raise the dead and the big job? And 'maybe interplanetary fucking candid camera? You're laughing little green men fucking stinking vomit foam? You feel better just because you do not go to the stadium and you move into space in those tortillas ultra luminescent design? Do you know why no one can ever take a decent picture of dick? Why are you bad like the f ...
"Miss not do so, look, someone has found her necklace I remember having avergliela neck. You must be a very creative woman. "I never decided to try a lot of joy at seeing the lord doped entry, you never stop gaining weight. Having chatted amiably while I slept, with a strong arm that I do not know whether to attribute the momentum of affection or excessive sclerosis fatigue, my new friend threw me smiling inside a taxi. "Is over," I think without believing too much. ****

Aching Legs And Pelvic

Life Bar ep. 22 Angels and Demons

I have seen worse things happen at the Star Wars Bar, yet it is a nice place.
I have seen worse things, and even the most strange, bizarre.
But I never had a customer who happened to stink so much rotten egg.
prepares a Godfather, as he asked.
The peculiarity that every good bartender should have is to get in tune with our customers and to anticipate, prevent the same desires and needs.
My peculiarity is me read minds, as it happened to me several times in recent years behind the bench. Besides, I think the old style instead of the typical clients that are anything but old style.
The man dressed in white, of uncertain age, over the counter, the one who asked me the Godfather, and that stinks of rotten eggs, I read minds.
- not rotten egg. He says.
- E 'sulfur. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- Should I use the spell sulfur ...
Scans words, I look to make sure it is understood every single syllable and the tone of one who has to explain something simple but hidden by mysterious aura.
- ... every time I move from one dimension to another because it is the only one that allows me to do so. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- In a few minutes the smell will disappear. Reassures me.
Another peculiarity is not my understanding. So the Godfather
drinker help me: - Sulphur, different sizes, uncertain age.
still do not understand, but not perceive the smell of rotten eggs.
- not rotten egg! Look, let's try the classic iconography: if you saw me with the eyes and feet goat you would Help?
- Devil? I call intimidated.
- If you're a demon, any, no. If you mean the devil, you.
not going to teach me certain that the Devil is a master of eloquence, so I intorta riproporvi in \u200b\u200bspeeches that I could not even roughly, when at one point a frichettone with sandals, long hair and T-shirt with the symbol Peace asks me a bottle of wine to make a joke to friends. For thirty
refining my money transaction and frichettone reached his friends at the table.
- Two thousand years ago that there was a casino combined with the same joke. He says the white garments.
- How? It would be the chief's son, what? I exclaimed, now totally at the mercy my host.
turns out that where there is the other one, always. Regardless of who decides where to go.
Now wonder who decided to come here and why.
Beelzebub is vague about the reason but said that he resolutely chose him the exit.
Then I made a proposal: he asks me if I want a ride.
- A ride where? I ask warily.
- to see how it is down below.
Before I can ask for further information tells me that, I back up, not that Dante was invented everything and that is a sort of grand tour because they are nice.
agree, although a little reluctant, and all of a sudden, as if sucked into a vortex, I find myself hell.
, more or less like me I imagine, about as Dante described it. Executioner does a hot, shirtless and tattooed people dance to the rhythm of music to a bad high volume, many use doping agents without restraint and the first word that gives me the smell of rum. To avoid mistakes I asked for a cigarette.
Beelzebub makes me see some special hell, like the dj cd with a fantastic facility and a wonderful collection of vinyl records strictly, the operator of the local jam-packed with a case where the damned without pay, next to a local golfer in a beautiful without a ball field. Bartenders
with entire plantations of mint available.
And that is revealed: he asks me point-blank if you are interested in working for him. I doth a list of compliments that end up in the toilet when he confesses that he lost a barman so requested by frichettone for his bar staff.
Decline with caution but in a decisive manner.
He sketches, then brings me back to Star Wars, finishes his Godfather and greets me.
I remain alone on the bench, despite being a topical evening.
I reached my new colleague who asks what that smell of rotten eggs.
- That's me. I say.
- but soon will.
Then a feeling of sadness comes over me: I thought it was hell on earth and that was after everything was better. Instead realize that there is no limit for the worst. And what's
more stink!

Aching Legs And Pelvic

Life Bar ep. 22 Angels and Demons

I have seen worse things happen at the Star Wars Bar, yet it is a nice place.
I have seen worse things, and even the most strange, bizarre.
But I never had a customer who happened to stink so much rotten egg.
prepares a Godfather, as he asked.
The peculiarity that every good bartender should have is to get in tune with our customers and to anticipate, prevent the same desires and needs.
My peculiarity is me read minds, as it happened to me several times in recent years behind the bench. Besides, I think the old style instead of the typical clients that are anything but old style.
The man dressed in white, of uncertain age, over the counter, the one who asked me the Godfather, and that stinks of rotten eggs, I read minds.
- not rotten egg. He says.
- E 'sulfur. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- Should I use the spell sulfur ...
Scans words, I look to make sure it is understood every single syllable and the tone of one who has to explain something simple but hidden by mysterious aura.
- ... every time I move from one dimension to another because it is the only one that allows me to do so. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- In a few minutes the smell will disappear. Reassures me.
Another peculiarity is not my understanding. So the Godfather
drinker help me: - Sulphur, different sizes, uncertain age.
still do not understand, but not perceive the smell of rotten eggs.
- not rotten egg! Look, let's try the classic iconography: if you saw me with the eyes and feet goat you would Help?
- Devil? I call intimidated.
- If you're a demon, any, no. If you mean the devil, you.
not going to teach me certain that the Devil is a master of eloquence, so I intorta riproporvi in \u200b\u200bspeeches that I could not even roughly, when at one point a frichettone with sandals, long hair and T-shirt with the symbol Peace asks me a bottle of wine to make a joke to friends. For thirty
refining my money transaction and frichettone reached his friends at the table.
- Two thousand years ago that there was a casino combined with the same joke. He says the white garments.
- How? It would be the chief's son, what? I exclaimed, now totally at the mercy my host.
turns out that where there is the other one, always. Regardless of who decides where to go.
Now wonder who decided to come here and why.
Beelzebub is vague about the reason but said that he resolutely chose him the exit.
Then I made a proposal: he asks me if I want a ride.
- A ride where? I ask warily.
- to see how it is down below.
Before I can ask for further information tells me that, I back up, not that Dante was invented everything and that is a sort of grand tour because they are nice.
agree, although a little reluctant, and all of a sudden, as if sucked into a vortex, I find myself hell.
, more or less like me I imagine, about as Dante described it. Executioner does a hot, shirtless and tattooed people dance to the rhythm of music to a bad high volume, many use doping agents without restraint and the first word that gives me the smell of rum. To avoid mistakes I asked for a cigarette.
Beelzebub makes me see some special hell, like the dj cd with a fantastic facility and a wonderful collection of vinyl records strictly, the operator of the local jam-packed with a case where the damned without pay, next to a local golfer in a beautiful without a ball field. Bartenders
with entire plantations of mint available.
And that is revealed: he asks me point-blank if you are interested in working for him. I doth a list of compliments that end up in the toilet when he confesses that he lost a barman so requested by frichettone for his bar staff.
Decline with caution but in a decisive manner.
He sketches, then brings me back to Star Wars, finishes his Godfather and greets me.
I remain alone on the bench, despite being a topical evening.
I reached my new colleague who asks what that smell of rotten eggs.
- That's me. I say.
- but soon will.
Then a feeling of sadness comes over me: I thought it was hell on earth and that was after everything was better. Instead realize that there is no limit for the worst. And what's
more stink!