One Man Sand Rail Plans

without valerian

as fuck when you get an attack of hunger, going to the kitchen with a smile in the face waiting to meet with a paradise of delicacies and everything is nice and colorful, but you cross the door of the kitchen remember that your fridge is empty and everything is gray and ugly. You stand in front of the fridge 10 minutes watching carefully and hoping that magically the vegetables, the fruit of Actimel and mayonnaise combine to form a cheese sandwich greasy bacon and sausage. Arduous nature comes that moment where you've already eaten all the bread bimbo a capella, but your stomach wants more and more substance. You start to ask yourself the pan out at 6 pm to make a beef steak. But tea contains. In your automatic multiple visits to the kitchen (keep going even though you know nothing) babies to muzzle the juice carton to avoid having to admit that you got up your leverage in vain. You think, "Wow, look what you bacon, if you get bored up attic wing to give the bike or study!" But logically this idea will seem much less useful. You know that 5 hours before the test or when you look in the mirror and see your pleats will regret that decision, but decide to return to the kitchen can not help but approach her again imagining an Eden of calories until you remember that surprise OH ! Remains empty. Your refrigerator is starting to get angry as you are about to take an apple ... Noooooo do not do it! Do not you know that's not fattening? So is the forbidden fruit! Was so frowned upon in paradise for a place q is eating low-calorie things do not deserve to call paradise! Ponder for a moment about the mysterious value of the fruit, vegetables and legumes. If science would have found a utility would not have to get rid of them comiendonoslas. These thoughts keep you distracted for a while, but then your blood flow is redirected from your brain to your stomach and come back to hear the incessant roar. I despair. Cry. Well no, but almost. Investigating new locations. The cabinet of the oil? but if there there just oil rice vinegar salt and ketchup ... mmm ... ketchup Well, you're falling ever lower. Ketchup a capella. You could aber happened before bimbo bread to eat, so at least they had accompanied each other.

do I want to have an interesting life if I can elaborate both bullshit like this?
Now if I go to Studio.