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chest number four (leave impressions)

Mrs. H. was on holiday in Turkey, with a girlfriend. The husband she left at home - what should one do with those on vacation? Thus, the two middle-aged ladies went solo now so in warmer climes.
got out good-humored, adventurous and longing sonnenbebrillt At a Saturday three weeks ago, the plane in Ankara, where tanned, goldkettchenbehängte and permanently grinning guide unsurpassable charm waiting for them.
Something else struck by the flight and there is a significant heat at the destination dreamed Mrs. H. cope cut, smiling to herself, in her knee-length summer dress, especially for the holiday from the seamstress her confidence, except for one time someone in her vorbeihuschte and for should confuse some time ...
A tanned Casanova she discreetly slipped her a note pressed into his hand and whispered in passing: 'chest number four. " Mrs. H. was irritated. What could it mean? She looked at the Paper in her trembling hands in excitement. 4, stand there. Only a 4th
was already up to her Inge. Inge also had a note and said. "Come on, Mrs. H, let us go out there waiting for you ahead." "Have you seen the guy there?" asked Mrs. H. "He pushed me a note in his hand." "Yes." said Inge eyes rolling "I also. Be it. Not organized so well. Can not do anything. The main thing is good weather." Mrs. H., still irritated, asked: "And what is on your list?" "Four. " Inge said, annoyed. "Four? It can not be!" indignant Mrs. H. "I'm four!" Inge, now also confused whether the Empörug her friend looked at her and replied laconically: ?. So what I did the four Is it really so. " "No, it's not!" stammered Mrs. H. excited. "You should have either three or five, or even a different number I'm number four breast!" "Breast number four?" Inge only wondered. Breast number four? "Do you have something to drink?" she asked. "Why are you talking about breasts?" "Well," said Mrs. H. desperately "He came here long, I pushed the note into his hand and whispered, 'chest number four." Inge laughed out loud. "Yes, and what is this mean? Do you think the running around here and numbered by breasts? And you will have even number four? For your ..." "Inge" outraged Mrs. H. "Come on, now, but let's face it, Mrs. H, what did you think? I mean, you're 56 and you think you can get space four? Tz."
both silent. Infinite three seconds. And quite Ankara continued with them the air. Then, finally, redeemed her friend Mrs. H. Inge with the sentence: "He said bus BUS number four, but was clear in which direction you think again!" She turned around and went out to the buses to bus number four. Mrs. H. was following her humble silence.
Brust Nummer vier zu sein wäre Ihr lieber gewesen - aber was nicht ist, kann ja noch werden, dachte Sie und zwinkerte dem Reiseleiter zu ... (will be continued)

Bathroom Scales Parts

I came to read and sing

Man verzeihe mir den Kalauer im Heading, den konnte ich mir nicht verkneifen.

Heute vergaß ich mal nicht die Kamera und so gibt es endlich Fotos, wenn auch wenige, dafür romantisch ...

Ja, ich grinse blöd, kann man nix machen, ich freu mich eben.
I thank Klaus for the entire night, Monika for the guitar and myself that I was on time.

The rich have for today.

happy
your
FrauJ

How To Tell If Diazepam Are Fake

Caution, a girl Post

Today I was in the drugstore. In itself, nothing special. I thought of a new mascara and lipstick to buy, color cosmetics, then, you will not even younger, and on the stage and so ... well, you know. I was standing about 15 meters MakeUp shelves. 7 different brands perceived, 30,000 lipsticks, 20,000 and 400,000 mascara eye shadow options. With the new lipsticks I was allowed to collect plenty of experience. I thought once, it would be doch nett für die Bühne was zu haben, was nicht verwischt, schön lange hält, gut aussieht. Ich kaufte also so ein zwei-Phasen-Ding, so einen Lippenstift, wo man zuerst die Farbe und eine Minute später die 'Pflege' aufträgt. Um es abzukürzen: es ist wie Nagellack! Nagellack für die Lippen. Es fühlt sich schrecklich an, schmeckt grauenvoll, riecht wie Hamerit und leuchtet. Ja, es leuchtet! Nix mit 'dezent' - dezent geht anders. Aber für die Bühne, dachte ich, durchaus ok. Wenn man nun aber das Zeug von den Lippen bekommen will, muss man entweder speziellen 'Lippenlack-Entferner' in Haus haben, oder aber drei Tage warten, bis es irgendwie von alleine abgeht. Wenn man beides nicht hat und kann und versucht es mit handelsüblichen 'Reinigungsmitteln' abzulösen, sieht man, in dem Fall ich, aus, wie der 'Joker' aus Batman. Gnadenlos und einige Zeit unkorrigierbar verschmiert. Mit dem Verschmieren ist das generell ein Problem: beim Auftragen sind absoute Genauigkeit und eine ruhige Hand gefragt, sonst hat man wieder den 'Joker-Effekt'. Nach verzweifelten Experimenten verwarf ich die Idee des Lippenlacks für mich und wendete mich wieder dem 'normalen'Lippenstift zu, wobei 'normal' nur die Hoffnung auf etwas ausdrückt, was es so nicht mehr gibt. Es gibt keine 'normale ' Schminke mehr. Überall ist irgendwas drin, oder was ganz Bestimmtes nicht, aber das ist eher der Bio-MakeUp-Sektor, den ich auch schon durch habe. Es ist ja ganz nett, ehrlich, und ich unterstütze mit dem Kauf meines Rouges auch gerne peruanische Hochlandbauern und bezahle faire Preise, nur, wenn das Zeug nicht macht, was es soll, dann finde ich das eher suboptimal. MakeUp, das nicht deckt, Wimperntusche, die nicht hält und Lippenstift nur in Erdtönen. Wäre ich Bantu, fände ich das toll, ganz sicher, aber ich bin FrauJ und brauche Hilfe! Ich will nichts unterstreichen, ich will mich bekritzeln, jawoll!
So, wo war ich? Ach ja, bei der Wimperntusche. Früher gab es Wimperntusche, mit der man die Wimpern tuschte. Das hatte sich jahrelang bewährt. Dann kam jemand auf die Idee, dass Wimperntusche mehr können muss. Heutzutage muss alles mehr können, I know. ALDI is organic, Internet phone can, mascara can 'boost'. Volume to my lashes. By Lash Architect-very-black-super stay-volume-max-precision XY-design company. Oh, who take nothing as all. Common tenor of all companies: "Klimperwimpern needs the woman." This is what it is now in Mascara particles 'create the lashes', and they extend "natural" and give them momentum too. I desperately looked for the familiar mascara, but found only empty shelf locations. So I bought one today so Klimper-eyelash mascara. Success: I look, like a character from Sesame Street! Elle Long eyelashes, totaaaaaaal course, of course! tz. In bio I learned that something called mimicry. Camouflage. Was vortäuschen, was so nicht ist. Ja, klar, nun mag man sagen, das täte man mit Schminke ja eh, aber mal ehrlich: das ist doch übertrieben, oder? Hat das mal jemand ausprobiert? Und dann steht da sowas drauf wie"kein Verkleben". Irgendwie definiere ich 'kein Verkleben' wohl anders. Die Wimpern meines linken Auges verklebten nahezu bei jedem Lidschlag! Diese zugefügten Extensions-Teile haben so einen 'Klettverschluss-Effekt', will mir scheinen ...
Benutzt das ernsthaft wer? Vielleicht sogar gerne?
Und, liebe Männer: Findet Ihr sowas ernsthaft schön?

Klettwimpergrüße

Ihre
FrauJ

Colemanfurnace Limit Switch

Lord Jesus and Goldfischlein

Nachdem ich in einer Action dryer had my bathing suit and my parched ertauscht for a considerable amount of paper printed a new one, i had to finally go swimming again. This was now today, in complete ignorance of the appointment, which I perceived already yesterday (yes, that was a good feeling).
Everything was as usual: in separate pools of aqua fitness course splashed in front of him, outside designated stupid children kicked pool noodles to laser swords and off virtual heads, a few retirees were in the way and I dived straight in on the sports car when he was the Etablissement entered. The Lord, Son of God: Jesus.
I could not believe my eyes. He had long, slightly wavy, medium brown Hair, and changed how God created him, dressed only with natural white shorts to the pool. So he stood on the pool deck, looking onto the water. I waited for the moment when he would begin the first step. I felt as if he would be going the same, once on the water surface blessed, everything, and then left. Which was not so. He turned to the children's pool, spread out his arms slightly and rose reverently down the steps into the children's pool. The entire pool stopped, admired Jesus, who moved so graceful, reverent, Glorio. So he walked into the pool and I already knew. Yes! I looked around searching. John. Equality had yet to come John. I would witness the Taufszene. Terrific! I had so often heard that there should be a new Jesus, but that he would be baptized in my pool, in my presence, I could not guess yes!
excitedly looking so I looked around for John laughed and visited my school Religionsabneigung. Crap! What was John? Would I recognize him?
suddenly entered the Mr. Bean the stage. Honest. I know how absurd that sounds, but I almost went down with laughter. This guy looked really like Mr.Bean. He entered the scenario in black trunks, yellow flip-flops and a backpack. Even now Jesus stared gene door and was also fascinated.
It must have been minutes, use the swimming pool remained in silence and meditation, until, without Vorwahrnung, all dissolved quickly in normality.
Jesus realized his mistake and moved with the children's pool, completely unspectacular, caused by the 'Great', Mr. Bean or for a little amusement, as he almost with a rucksack into the water rose, but then everything was normal.
And then there was Rita! Rita, the Goldfischlein. Proud of your character 72, tanned, daily swimming. Who knows Rita loves them, especially if it is not there! Rita is the gefüchtetste swimmer in the whole province. It has developed over the years a swimming style that seeks its equal. This woman is alone creates three lanes to beschwimmen - und zwar so, dass man einfach nicht in der Lage ist, ihr aus dem Weg zu gehen. Als ich sie das erste Mal sah dachte ich, man müsste sie retten, da sie kurz vorm ertrinken sei. Sie krault. Vorwärts und rückwärts. Vorwärts geht es noch, es wirkt etwas ungelenk und bedrohlich, aber sie kommt voran. Rückwärts jedoch, herrje, wenn ich das nur filmen dürfte!!! Bei jeder Armbewegung taucht Ritas Kopf komplett unter. Man sieht nur noch ein Stück vom hellblauen Badeanzug. Ihre ausgefeilte Schwimmtechnik lässt Strudel entstehen, die den Bademeister zwingen alle Eltern zu warnen, Ihre Kinder doch bitte aus dem Becken zu holen. Über die Lautsprecher wird verkündet, dass nun nur noch besonders gute Schwimmer im Becken allowed to stay for about an hour and a state of emergency exists in the pool.
Stop this scenario is then always around 11.30 clock from Veteran . The veteran who lost his leg in the war, his left. He saunters to the edge of the pool on crutches, from there it walking aids and artificial leg and enters immediately, on one leg the pelvis. Rita and the veteran may not be. It is rumored that they had earlier times had a relationship, but he broke her heart because he let himself get with Gerd's sister Inge inflagranti. Since then, the veteran Rita's nemesis. So they leave as soon as they saw him angry the indoor pool, so the veteran is very popular. Also, I like him.

fins Greetings

your
FrauJ

How Synyster Gates Hair

About time!

I managed just something that I've never succeeded so: I have a day came too soon! Before, I never had
scheduling problems. I was just always on time, no matter how much I had to do, I always managed. Then, sometime, I heard the rumor that I would indeed like so always too late, at least fifteen minutes. At first amused me and yet also among my friends, it became a running gag (Always, when I arrived, this was accompanied with the words: "Ah, it's already so late," ) ... After some time I decided to put an end, while I was ostensibly too late at least 20 minutes. Somehow that was then very quickly out of control. For 20 minutes, 30, then right for an hour, 1.5 hours and finally I went on dates to forget. This all happened slowly, almost without my knowledge. At some point I realized I am trapped in this stage of life, inability to timely ...
I recently looked around for information centers, searching for self-help groups, found help but nothing that made me seem to be able to. Basically, I'm not even too blame for my situation, right? Had no one that stupid rumor into the world, I would have continued his life time.
try Recently I am now but specifically to create such a thing as a moderate punctuality of the day and create it more often, although not complete on time, but still close in time to appear.
Today, however, I amazed myself, not only awoke that I mentioned at the incredibly early hour and immediately went jogging, no, I then took a shower, answering mails, began two new texts, tweeted and left the Internet with perfect timing, and then some 15 minutes later in front of a closed office door 4 Floor stand. A phone call about 11 minutes later told me: I'm on time. Right time, right place ... unfortunately the wrong day! At first I thought
really a joke when I then Allerd, arrived back at home, rummaging in my files (after a yellow, small items sought, which had to be here somewhere ...) I found: 09/10/2008
I have decided to ditch the deadline tomorrow so to compensate ... for my karma ...
now I will stop all efforts to be punctual.
Maybe I do not even no events or only events with 'flexitime', with such rough information when it could be that I'm here, that it precisely but can be just as well that I do not show, or a day earlier or a day later ...

time completely pressure-free greetings

your
FrauJ

Greetings To The Church

U Back - obituary

U Back, the baker of my confidence. Comfortably located at the Frankfurter Allee, right at Auf-/Abgang to the subway station Magdalene Street; therefore also U Back ... As we sat in the spring and summer often out there, the Frankfurter Allee us with subtle 100db purred in his ear, while the U5 sent in a 3-minute intervals a rumble the underground shaft up. The kiosk next door, has already accommodated to 8am in the morning to alcohol consumption is not averse contemporaries, who provided us with the latest headlines in the image and grandiose researched political contexts. They would just as they were able to invite to Anne Will ... At least three times a week, we received to the hardware store plastic chairs down there, drinking cheap coffee and tried to wake up. Those were the days!
a time I was not there, and when I returned home, everything was different. U-back is moved, a corner on. They call themselves continue U-Back, which I think in light of the current distance to the subway station to be excessive. Once stood on the plate: U Back - Bakery & croissant, with its special appeal constituted, that it almost never was croissants. Now it says; U Back - Bakery &: Guarded, or so, but there's now more croissants. And the waitresses have new aprons, Chairs are without clean and new, the store is clean inside, red and beige painted and there are even candles on the table.
short U Back is now posh!
I liked this rancid, imperfect shop with the Schechter-tempered waitresses, and now everything is bright, clean and friendly ... spurious.
is probably the proximity to Prenzlberg to do that. Since is all posh and every tiny shop is in and hip and new, and better than anything before and Bio! Not to mention trillions of Everything is now organic and better and more healthy and green, red, crisp, fresh ...
I miss the old U Back.
Maybe I'm taking out a loan and rent the old shop. As I will reopen. The new OLD U Back. I will stir in instant coffee in lukewarm water and demand for € 1.80, I'll sell sticky bread rolls and a croissant if anyone would like to say I will! "croissants hammer non dat looks like Paris here, or what ... right? Schrippe could 'have se. "
And then I'll smile and tell of the past, when U Back was a wonderful Ranzladen ...

nostalgic greetings

your
FrauJ

Harry Potter Yaoi Lemon

kitsch kitsch kitsch - and is looking forward FrauJ

I was with GEPA in Wuppertal. Actually, just to buy chocolate, fair trade, and coffee and cocoa. And what I found there? Dots dishes!

look:

It's cheesy and I think it has not really much use. But I like it! Oh, Did I mention that it has Püntchen? Colorful dots!
No, um, I'm grown up, yes, thank you ....

(Also, it fits quite wonderful to now Day of German Unity , right? Cup and pot in such Hamonie ... hach how beautiful!)