fredelux ha scritto:Postiamo le foto per la goia di tutti..........mamma che bella troiaaaaaaaaaaaa
Chi è questo orrido individuo con le scarpe rosse e la borsetta? Sembrano le scarpe del bowling e la borsa per contenere la palla del bowling. Sarà mica Giancola??
Cmq SUOR Nicole in via Montenapoleone (come nel film omonimo dei Vanzina) con quelle gambe toniche valorizzate dai leggins e QUELLA scritta sulla maglietta è da cazzo di adamantio perenne.
Caro drugy non è giancola, perchè a un certo punto si separano nel cammino....o è un amico o un passante trovatosi nel mezzo delle foto
Ultima modifica di fredelux il 15/09/2011, 10:21, modificato 1 volta in totale.
ma lei cosa tiene vicino alla bocca? impugna sempre qualcosa e lo porta alla bocca...è più forte di lei.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
vorrei andare in palestra dove va la nicole...dicono in centro a milano 4000 euro all'anno....sti cazzi.......a lei costa come 2 pompini fatti a papy, ame come 2 mesi di stipendio!!
non è solo figa ragazzi, questa è perversa, una che fa travestimenti di tutti tipi, giochi di ruolo, una spiccata "oralità", a 26 anni ha sperimentato a volontà, ha già esplorato ogni segreto del sesso e dell'anatomia maschile e femminile.
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
si presterebbe benissimo a foto fake....A sto punto mi accontenterei, in attesa del salto del fosso...
"La regola d'oro : cazzo in tiro non c'ha coscienza."
(I. Welsh)
" Ti ho appena fatto un pompino, non è che puoi fare tanto il sostenuto." (cit.)
"What did you touch? You made me make a mess all over..." (cit.)
A fine spettacolo si è avvicinato a Nicole e con il crocifisso in mano le ha detto: 'Dio santo ti benedica'. Poi ha fatto il segno della croce sul corpo di Nicole. Lo faceva sempre, era la specialità del presidente: benediceva e toccava". Silvio Berlusconi era solito chiudere così gli spettacoli nella sala del bunga bunga. "Accadeva una volta al mese", quando venivano "organizzate serate speciali dedicate a un film". E nel febbraio 2010 toccò a Nicole Minetti scegliere la pellicola.
"Voleva Sister Act e Nicole era bellissima vestita da suora. Salì sul palco, quello ormai famoso con il palo da lap dance. Fece un balletto e lo spogliarello. Un bellissimo spettacolo, davvero. Rimasta nuda il presidente le si è avvicinato, ha preso la croce di legno che tiene al collo e ha detto 'Dio santo ti benedica'; poi le ha appoggiato il crocifisso sulla testa, tra le gambe e sui seni". A raccontare nuovi particolari sulle "serate di relax" del presidente del Consiglio è una delle testimoni chiave di tutta la vicenda Ruby. Amica della marocchina, di Nicole Minetti, di Silvio Berlusconi (a cui telefonava liberamente sul cellulare privato) e di tutte le Olgettine.
Hai fatto del tuo meglio e hai fallito. La lezione e': non provare. Mai!
manakel ha scritto:Pure il crocifisso tra le bocce....
E pure fra le gambe: "...poi le ha appoggiato il crocifisso sulla testa, tra le gambe e sui seni".
cmq la Polanco si vestiva da gatta e la Faggioli da Marilyn: "Quella sera c’era anche Imane è vero, eravamo dieci ragazze. Un’altra sera si travestì la Barbara quella bionda, da Marylin Monroe. Mentre la Polanco una volta fece lo spettacolo vestita da gatto, sai Cats? Quello."
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
