Salve ad una ragazza è meglio chiederle di uscire con lei al telefono, con un messaggio o di persona??? E poi se le regalssi una rosa sarebbe troppo sdolcinato???
Salve ad una ragazza è meglio chiederle di uscire con lei al telefono, con un messaggio o di persona??? E poi se le regalssi una rosa sarebbe troppo sdolcinato???
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
Di persona.
Comunque che palle!!! Tutti sti topic uguali.........![]()
Paladino.
veramente è il primo che apro così!!!Paladino del Nord
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"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
Ke ne dite se le porto una rosa???
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
di persona,ma niente rosa...si monterebbe la testa...magari se vi mettete insieme ce la puoi regalare
Di amicizia, eravamo compagni alle medieexchpoptrue
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
Di persona.
Io preferisco i cioccolatini, quelli raffinati però roba da pasticceria.
La tua firma supera il limite massimo di peso
Di persona....non sai mai come prendere le donne...se le porti una rosa lei ti dirà "Ma non dovevi, non posso accettarla, e poi non mi piaci" e tu "porco *** "
Se le porti i cioccolatini..."Ma vuoi vedermi diventare una balenottera" E tu: come sopra.
Per telefono e non se ne parla più.
La tua firma supera il limite massimo di altezza (158 pixel). Ti invitiamo a leggere il regolamento per non ripetere l'errore.
si certo e non è piacevole ma pensa se tu volevi portarle la rosa,ma poi hai pensato che non era opportuno e lei ti dice:The Matrix
-potevi portarmi qualcosa però...-
e tu-porco ***
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anche questo è vero...Simo90
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La tua firma supera il limite massimo di altezza (158 pixel). Ti invitiamo a leggere il regolamento per non ripetere l'errore.
Se la chiamassi o la incontrassi di persona cosa potri dirle:" Ciao come stai, quanto tempo... vuoi uscire con me???
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen
Anch'io quoto per la rosa portata non al primo appuntamento...
Poi i cioccolatini istigano alla frase "Ma come, ho già il culo grosso... mi vuoi far arenare?"
E poi è meglio la pizzeria o il pub???
"The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through. You could feel it: something terrible was going to happen. The sun low in the sky, a minor light, a cooling star. Gust after gust of disorder. Trees restless, temperatures falling, the whole northern religion of things coming to an end. No children in the yards here. Shadows lenghthened on yellowing yoysia . Red oaks and pin oaks and swamp white oaks rained acorns on houses with no mortgage. Strorm windows shuddered in the empty bedrooms. And the drone and hiccup of a clothes dryer, the nasal contention of a leafblower, the ripening of local apples in a paper bag, the smell of the gasoline with wich Aldred Lambert had cleaned the paintbrush from his morning painting of the wicker love seat." The Corrections - Jonathan Franzen