seems that there is something left from the high school days, but the memory is completely blurred. I tried so hard to think about it, but I couldn't remember anything. I just remembered that these strange names and strange faces couldn't be recognized. The strangers even felt incredible to me. Did I really know them? I really experienced it? I don't remember, but I'm not sure I didn't do it.
When I was in high school, I was in a very bad mood. I did something that I now think was born with SB and NB. I don't know if my brain was caught in the door or my face was kicked by a donkey. Incredible, incredible.
03 Winter vacation, back to J City. my hometown.
I met Sister Nana, whom I haven't seen for a long time.
Every day my days are as follows.
I sleep at home in the morning, eat with friends at noon, drink tea and play cards in the afternoon, search for activities everywhere in the evening, and start clubbing along the river and the street. Drink like an idiot, or go back to the house like an idiot with a high dose of medicine. Then vomit and wash up and sleep.
day to day.
The only conclusion, however, is that there is no day. exhausted.
Sometimes and emotionally, I feel that I am no different from a man, the only thing is that I can't take fucking a man as a kind of fun, while a man can take fucking a woman as a kind of bragging capital, and fun. And women can't regard fucking men as a kind of show off capital, and talk about men's genitals every day, even if they say it, it will give people infinite reverie.
By the way, Sister Nana. Giant BH, giant NB, giant nosebleed, menstrual blood, chicken blood, ostrich blood, ejection blood.
When I was in my 2nd year of junior high, I was still flat chested, and my period just came 2 years ago. This BH, NB, nosebleed, menstrual blood, chicken blood, ostrich blood, and the woman who shoots blood has already told me that she is proud to fuck a man and is ashamed of being fucked. How can I tell if the foreskin is too long, the men are impotent at first sight, and the men who are fucked will tell others that they fucked you.
When I was lying and chatting with her in a bed, I suddenly felt sad that I was still a CN. I asked her, Nana, how many men have you fucked?
She sat up suddenly, and after a while said, after counting, 14 have been fucked by me, and 2 have been fucked by me.
So I understand that when you have more than 15 counts, it is more difficult to count, and you need to count. This kind of person is an honest person, because she can count.
Now many people will answer, twenty or thirty. Or more BH people will answer you, is it this year or last year? Come on, I'm too lazy to ask.
And the girls' answers are probably like this, three, or four.
Why three or four? Because, the first one, that cannot be avoided and avoided, that counts as one, the person in front of you counts as one, then 2, or the pile in front of you counts as one, that is still 2, plus you, exactly 3, slightly To be honest, the answer is 4.
So there is a saying that a woman will meet three men who love her in her life, aren't those three men the first, the middle one and the current one? Or, the man who will appear in the future, so the story goes on like this.
At that time, I was still young and could be considered a LOLI. Now I belong to the ashes-level LOLI. I haven't pushed down the functions of men yet, and I have no ability to sit on the ground and suck soil, but I believe that human beings have evolved according to the requirements of nature. Leather whip small candle. Oh Nono. .
In 2003, I ate, drank, played, and vomited with Nana. I didn't do anything good, but I didn't do anything bad. Every year, there is an opportunity to commit sins during the winter vacation, and toss over the book.
In 2003, when I was drinking tea with Nana, I asked, how many men have been fucked now, and Nana replied, almost 100 people have been beheaded.
Instantly I felt dazzled. In my mind, things like height, short, fat, thin, thickness, width, impotence and premature ejaculation, gonorrhea and syphilis, and so on, quickly revolved in my small, unupdated brain.
I asked, does it still feel like that?
Nana said, if you should feel it, you will feel it, if you don't feel it, just lie down and enjoy it, it's just being fucked, or fucking JB, what's the difference, but the person you like is different, that's emotional Ah, you don't want him to ejaculate, you just want a little longer, you just want him to be comfortable, you don't want to have an orgasm, you just want him to be happier than you are. No one told you that you must love him when you have sex, and he loves you.
Can that be done? Staring at a person's JB every day, seeing him hard, seeing him soft, seeing him hanging on his waist dejectedly? Every man is different. Let me tell you, that's actually the case. If he can do it today, just fuck him, tomorrow I don't want it, I don't want it, the day after tomorrow I want it, and I'll find someone else.
Some men give money, some men give sperm, and only a few poor men give love when they fuck you.
what is love? Love is a dog P. When he says he blows it, he blows it. When he says he loves you, he doesn't know whether it's a pussy or your mouth. When he says he loves you, he doesn't know whether he loves you or your hair, or Love that you have the taste of others, the feeling of others, and the appearance of others.
Women can't do SB, women have to be smart SB, body games, isn't it fun to entertain each other? If you don't say it, everyone has a better life. If you have a fate, you will spend a few days in more places. I don't feel it. It's faster than whoever puts on his pants and puts on clothes. Ha ha ha ha.
Speaking of which, Nana burst out laughing, and I laughed too, like an unsmart SB woman.
For the first time, I knew that it was okay to have sex without love, and that was the case. Compared with Zhang Ailing, Sanmao, Jiudan, and Zhang Xiaoxian, I understand so much, it turns out that you can have sex without love. To have sex is to fuck JB or be fucked by JB. To be a smart SB, I have to be blind and deaf. At least temporarily.
At 8 p.m., we moved to STAR, a quiet and lively bar, an old man, and many old men and sons, a lot of real Sao B and fake Sao B.
There are two kinds of women in this world, one is pretending to be pure, and the other is pretending to be impure. Especially in bars.
Later, anyway, I was too drunk, and I only saw Nana and her old lover who just met twisted together, and before I closed my eyes, the two were entangled like a water snake.
Basically every time I am like this, there is nothing hurt, there is nothing I can’t forget, and there is nothing that makes me drunk, happy, unhappy, I just gambled something in my heart.
I don't have a good-looking home, I don't have a lovely mom and dad to eat and sleep with, it's all nonsense. swept over.
Later, Nana slapped me.
That's because I'm hitting K.
Looking for a little happy illusion, the kind of cells that are crowded, all the pictures flash in front of your eyes, you can make it stop, what you want, what you think, everything will appear, all people are twisted together, I am one People seem to have nothing to do with this world, I am happy, I am neither dead nor alive, I can still fly with TMD. Wrong, it will float.
I'm floating in the air, I'm the master, I'm the happy molecule that has nothing to do with this world, I peep all the subtle changes, I see someone's hand reaching into the black dress that pretends to be pure, the happiness on her face is distorted . I saw the flesh on the arm of the girl pretending to be impure and the hair like the hair of the hair vegetable of the color. She waved her arms, twisted and twisted to the music, and the expression on her face seemed to be raped. The old man behind her was hugging her, gnawing away. I saw a pair of disgusting pictures. I half-deadly saw someone on the opposite side looking at me with the same half-dead eyes.
Slap, a crisp watery slap still made me dizzy.
It's Nana, black stilettos, it's Nana, black skirt with hips, it's Nana, black top, it's Nana, big breasts and small waist, it's Nana, black shiny handbag, it's Nana, short Short hair and big black eyes are Nana.
That's right, it's Nana.
You SB, you are on drugs. You are a middle three (meaning beast), you are high on medicine. Your brain is fixed, is it cutting?
Nana took me home. I'm all at a loss.
The next day, my face was still swollen, so I surfed the Internet safely at home. read books. Have a meal. Occasionally smoke on the balcony.
After that, I never saw Nana. I'm not too embarrassed to go to the bar we used to go to again. The winter vacation is over, flash it.
Later, I met Nana on QQ, and the IP started activities in China, Beijing, Chengdu, Guangzhou, Shanghai, Shenzhen, Zhuhai, Dalian, Beijing, Beijing, Beijing. After that, he stayed in Beijing.
She left me the following content on QQ. It's probably as follows, I can't remember exactly. In short, the center revolves around me, starting with SB, and ending with her disappearing.
Wang Mu, you are a stupid B, a real stupid B, not a fake stupid B. Don't play with those things. Once you play, you can't stop, you will suck, and you will get injections. With money, you can play, without money, you have to sell. I now open a beauty salon with my man in Beijing, I don't want you to be like these pink girls. I come out to play, only fuck JB and not play drugs, do you understand? Also, don't keep getting yourself drunk, well, I'm not Nana anymore. No one will know that I am Nana in the future, and neither will you. I disappeared.
Then, she really disappeared. Over the years, I often think of my giant BH, giant NB, giant nosebleed, menstrual blood, chicken blood, ostrich blood, and ejection blood. precocious sisters.
In the past, Nana taught a set of routines on how to identify JB, and it is almost the same now. Many times, when I was in J City, I saw some men who often appeared in bars, and I thought, is he related to Nana? Has he slept with Nana? Thinking about it, I felt that I was quite SB, so I suddenly stunned myself.
but. Whenever I say but, I don't think it's a good thing.
Well, but, later. I didn't stop playing K, and I didn't get myself drunk.
When you go to a bar, you must do one of these things, either to make yourself big or to fuck yourself. After meeting my husband, I couldn't stop the bad habit of not throwing myself on the floor. Occasionally, I still have to come twice. But K, has long stopped playing.
But now I think that K is indeed effectively controlling me to go out to develop 419, ONS. People who play these things have basically no libido. I have had a lot of open rooms with men, and there is nothing I want to do, that is, you sleep in one bed, I sleep in the same bed, and on me, I understand what is pure friendship between men and women. That is, let's go to open a room, you are called Miss, I will help you choose, and we will be brothers in the future.
Friends play together, and occasionally blurt out that Wang Mu is a man anyway. . . Man, do you hear me, man. Bring me my regards to your uncle, the second uncle, the third uncle. . . Some uncles, I am a girl.
The simple and honest little P who responded quickly, cute and honest said to me, I thank you for my uncle, the second uncle, and the third uncle.
Hello uncle. Helpless like this.
Some people will disappear, in addition to friends, there are also some people. There are also some memories, good and bad, that you can't remember which gully you lost in your brain. That's why I admire human flesh. Sometimes, I just can't remember it. It's okay, there is a great human flesh. I used to like to talk about the great Baidu. After a while, I knew it, and then I found out. Nonono, know the great human flesh! Worship first.
I don't call Wangmu, nor blindness, it's just a code name.
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