Après que le précédent organisateur ait renoncé au jeu, je me vois dans l'obligation de faire le premier pas.
Les soirée se feront tous les premiers vendredi du mois vers 19h (heure de Paris) et se termineront vers 23h, si vous voulez prolonger la l'heure, vous pouvez.
Le lieu sera le même qu'avant: Tight lips, Cabaret.
En se qui concerne les soirées à thèmes, elles se feront à l'hôtel de luxe, les thèmes seront annoncés sur cette page. Les dates devront être proposées. Les thèmes, si vous avez une idée, dites la.
If you like to show off your style, dress to impress and have a passion for fashion, then HANDAAR are giving you the chance to experience fashion heaven. All you have to do is to enter My Style Contest for your chance to win this amazing prize. Upcoming Theme - for the Month of October: In the Pet Shop Current My Style Contest Theme: At the Pool Party Pool Party Competitor Rules
· Competitors will compete in a swimsuit.
· Competitors may wear accessories. Presentation
· Competitors will walk to the center of the pier (at the Lagoon Beach), stop and introduce themselves briefly (personal preference). Scoring
Judges will be scoring competitors on the following criterias:
· Overall appearance including complexion, skin tone, hair style and overall presentation
· Ability to display the character and style (attention is focused on the confidence with which each contestant carries.) Prizes
We will have 12 winners (6 prem females and males as well as 6 non prem separately)
· 1st place: 5k, 2nd place: 3k, 3rd place: 2k
· The winners will be invited to a VIP room after the show. The winners will receive the prizes on the pole or rodeo. Timeline 15th Sep, Thursday, at 4 am game time
Location: Hungry Milf, Lagoon Beach
On all live and dead languages,for all the people from times, present and past, before all divinities, love is the soul of existence... From the naked beginning, to to naked end, destined wave utopia, to caress space and time, to move relativities, to refute laws, to be truth in the lie... Love is from all times and for all times, in Heaven, in Valhalla, in Jannah, here on Earth, in the space of the living, love is life... Love is the new horizon, sight at the end of the light, more bright, more powerfull, more sincere than the divinities, pagan and modern, more sacred than God, Odin, Allah... Love is inside us... in all the pores of our bodies, in our every drop of blood, fellling the heat embracing me, that core, lives to maximum... Love is in the breath, shared together, life blooming heart, in the middle of the winter nevermore... Love is in the sky, on earth, for me, for her, for today, for tomorrow, for eternity... Love is all the amount of hope, in the climax of despair ... all that noise fate, that doesn't leave you in loneliness, in the futile age... Love is in the memories and pictures from the past, in our hearts, with kisses sealing our souls, four eyes and two shadows, to be eternaly over death... Love is in the fantasy, in the dream light as spring, in all the grace and beauty before me, it fulfils like... Love, fraction of the dream of perfection, one step behind her... three hundred steps before her... Love...
Look at the top of the screen. Scroll up, and in the top right hand corner, about 1/5th the way down is a row of buttons. The middle button, that's a members list (Here's the link if scrolling up is too much work for you http://www.mnfclub.com/forum/memberlist.php ). There's a big long list of everyone that's ever made an account for the forum. And obviously, I had to find myself, and check my stats (as of 13th of September 2016).
Sasso
192nd person to make a forum account
22nd most forum posts
11th most threads made (After I post this I'll be tied for 10th)
This piece of art was not done by myself. I am merely posting it on behalf of the artist to spread the ideas.
Her name is BiDoreenGER, but she is not on the forums.
To help to run this forum, we have to make sure that everybody (if not, most people) here are rightfully represented. Since there is a vast majority of people here coming from Europe, I have decided to run this survey.
Why participating? Because, after pinpointing your location, we can create a 'place' where you can meet and speak with people of your mother tongue.
You can also tell us your nationality or where you live at the moment.
Edit: this poll is very simplified due to that fact that there' sa maximum of 10 choices.
Distance in the hidden sphere of the subconsciousness, secret door of the brain matter towards the soul. Bridge, Open portal between the dream and the reality. Heaven of fantasies extends there, the good which is hidden in the human soul pores, enjoys the freedom in that world. There, between the shore of the first child memories, and the barren island of mature darkness, crowned oasis of all written and described extraterrestrial happiness. Between the dream and the reality, through the portal of cheerful hearts, indifferent palm love extends there that has no end... Unseen utopia. There begins life, much different from the one that goes against our very desire, like a monster killing our opportunity... Yes... It's killing our opportunity, for us to decide ourselves for the future... Here is different... Here you are truth of yourself, future and life... Laughter and happiness are the only law, and that law mustn't be broken to anything in the world, girls in love are in reign, with blonde hair, with long and slender body, with lush breast and lips red like the blood of the goddess Aphrodite... In your own soul is this place, in the parallel world of the wisdom of the spirit, and the eternal ember of the center of your existance... You are happy, full, you are human, you are alive... You can't be more richer than this... Rich with spiritual matter, with the purity worthy of a half-god... Immodest, you enjoy spending on what can never be erased, warmness of the eternal day, love of the Aphrodites, the daydreaming, the longings, everything is fulfilled... You scatter yourself in the sea of relentless light, dancing under the rainbow, here, over all the end and begining, bewteen the dream and the reality, deep in the FANTASY of your heart.
I arrived at the agreed place about 10 minutes before the appointed time, perfect, that way I had time for a drink and I needed one even for someone like me, that don’t usually drink, ordered a coffee and a whiskey with two ice cubes at the counter, and went to sit on the terrace; it was a magnificent spring day, the sun was shining and despite some wind, it was quite-well out there, I sat down, lit a cigarette (strangely the first one I smoked that day) and waited. Spent a few minutes, already with the coffee drank and preparing to take the first gulp in the whiskey, saw him showing up, made a sign with my arm and waited for him to come to me. Mr. Ricardo Pinheiro is a little man, a normal feature, without any distinctive mark, I couldn’t help noticing that it was perfect for the kind of ‘services’ he provides; wore a dark blue suit, normal cutting, no tie, with a white shirt and black shoes, there was nothing in him that made us look a second time, a perfect anonymous among other anonymous, just another face in the crowd, something really vital for his line of duty; I couldn’t help smile at the right choice I made when decided to hire him.
He greeted me cordially with a firm handshake and sat, - “Good afternoon Mr. Ricardo, do you want to drink anything?” – I ask him nicely – “No thank you, Ms. Sousa, I appreciate but I don’t drink and besides, this is not a social visit, I’m at work” – he replied, with a voice that also couldn’t help noticing that had absolutely nothing distinctive, was paused, monotone and completely devoid of any grimace or accent. – “Well then Mr. Ricardo, let’s go straight to business” – Took the whiskey glass to my lips, gave the first sip, the alcohol going down my throat calmed me a bit and continued – “Please, tell me what you found out” – He opened the suitcase, rummaged for a few seconds inside and when he removed his hand, a white folder emerged from there, he quietly put the folder in the table, taking care to turn it to me and that’s when I noticed that writing in a black pen as title, were two words, Tania Sousa.
I spent a few seconds looking at the folder; do I really want to open it? It would be worthy? Am I prepared for what is inside? I was still in time to give up, open it or not? I took a cigarette, lit it calmly taking a deep breath, gave a long sip on the whiskey, looked at him and impulsively grabbed the folder putting it on my lap. I opened the cover… and the first thing I saw made me shudder, Mr. Ricardo said something, didn’t realized what and didn’t care, photographs, several, more than twenty of them, in A4 format and with high resolution, started to pass them, one after another, they were methodically ordered as telling a story, at each one I pass, felt like someone craved a knife deeper and deeper inside my chest and then, they ended, and what came next was if that someone would stop sticking the knife and instead began to turn it inside, excavating, opening a whole; came to my mind the famous scene from Indiana Jones when the priest rips off the heart in the sacrificial ritual and then show to him still beating… I felt that way, like if someone ripped my heart and then show it to me, and it get worse, when I saw what came next.
Mr. Ricardo was still talking, I noticed something like – “Are you alright? You want a glass of water?” – I should be livid, not answered, what followed were two photographs, both from the same person, a child, could not help but notice the similarities, looks…exactly the same, same nose, same lips, the same torn eyes, only the colour was different, to see it, closed the folder on impulse, then closed my eyes and when I opened them, I felt them wet, I wanted to speak and I couldn’t, had a lump in my throat, I knew what will follow; grabbed the cup and drank it all in a gulp, then took the cigarette that was burning in the ashtray and smoking it quietly until I calm down, then, with a deep breath returned to the contents of the folder that was in my lap; coming next to the two child pictures, a scripture, it took me a while to realize, but then there was light in my mind, I figured it out, all of it, gulped and continued, more photos, 5 or 6 with various views of a small, but well treated villa with a small garden upfront. I light another cigar and almost choked when I saw the latest documents, both officials, I thought asking him how he had managed to get it, but… then I noticed the dates and don’t know how I didn’t collapsed right there, I felt I was falling into a well, the feeling of emptiness, powerlessness, deceit, lie, loomed from me, wanted to breathe and I couldn’t, heard him speak, saw him get up and come back with a glass of water, took the glass from his hands and drank it, closed my eyes and felt tears running down my face.
When I recovered, I noticed the last paper there, handwritten, probably by him, a kind of chronology, situations which corresponded to a date, a whole sheet of them, which included tours, visits, trips abroad, flight number, hotel, restaurants, all very well detailed and accompanied by a code, that later I came to know that belonged to invoices and receipts that he had put on the back cover of the folder that he had given to me. Reading the dates I dumbfounded, I remembered so well many of them, of course, how couldn’t I? Corresponded to the numerous trips to Madrid, Paris, Brussels, for symposia, conferences or simply travel to some universities and teaching Hospitals where, presumably, he would be the ‘guest of honour’… HOW STUPID I WAS!
Finished reading and processing all that and closed the folder, light another cigarette and stood there, not talking, just smoking and looking at a ‘blank spot’ in front of me, slowly, taking my time, I recovered, and for the first time since I grabbed that folder, I spoke – “Mr. Pinheiro, you did a magnificent job, worth every cent we agreed” – “Ms. Sousa, I…I am so sorry” – “Please, call me Tania, I don’t want to hear that name anymore, from now on, I am Tania” – I told him, unable to hide all the pain I was feeling, - “Very well, Ms. Tania, anyway, please accept my apologies, believe me, I rather haven’t found anything” – I didn’t answered, opened my bag and took from inside an envelope, put it on the table, also turned to him, got up, put the folder inside my bag, straightened my dress and told him – “Mr. Pinheiro, it was a pleasure!” – greeted him and calmly, walked to the parking lot.
Got a Dog Cat Ferret Hamster.... Tiger??? If ya got a pet show them off here so every one can Dawwww at the adorableness.
My 3 Greyhounds that I adopted they are retired track dogs.
Skeeter the oldest at 14
Peel he is my second oldest at 9
Banjo who is the youngest also disabled had a accident that broke his leg which got infected and had to be amputated but he gets around find and my guard dog. LOL
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