jfk miami ccs / fear factor
manhana A placid, a Thursday post thanksgiving, courtesy of my friend Ivan was invited to NY to spend cumpleanhos christmas anho again work, etc., in and more. Up at 3 am. to become the Rollet, embadunarse the emotions you put us even with creams worth rigueur, powdering our most privates and other aromatic herbs well to put us in the mood entrompar suitable and so the old "trail" ... rabbit fur is not as pure and indoctrinating bout me extranhado always father. Total ... conejo.Ya hair ready for the taxi and trembling in the amount that would require the driver, unknown to the editor here, I was with zipper bags, locks located, stored in envelopes passports, currency between Bartlebys, of course with a minimal desire not talk to anyone at the airport, but the low nicotine I became Miss Congeniality in Manquetilla, as I said when I was a princess servant-hara about 30 anhitos that.
"Seat # 17C", ie, steps behind first class. (NO I keep repeating: IF YOU TRAVEL FIRST CLASS ALWAYS NEED TO TRAVEL FIRST CLASS is a shit, but shit delight! It's like being able to sit fuck tailbone in a rugged male cum and keep doing it as if it were to 30 plates per day. Travel first is that kind of experience, that divine gift. And as one, as member of that circle Pequenho bonvivance, trust and always be spoiled by all. A demigod, superstar, pseudo diva (I love that description so pervasive and ineffective, by the way) that embedded in clothing sales, vintage my mother does not appreciate, and would like tinkling cornucopia cornucopia some never emptied my bowl, something 'to Realm of the Senses ... But back to my story.
Beside two rolls Bogota, 17C, window. Saco Pacemaker magazine to read an article about naming it looked fun and I hear: "Senhora Carrascosa light near the aircraft door or gate "and think" oh! I have not to leave the country or something happened or I sit in first iconho, I knew it!, divine justice, karma, my gift cumpleanhos a Senhal, and countless!
I must confess that I have been arrested but not booked igration optimal Ganesh and judge! and recently. While love of my gender, domino sort of martial arts but not brutal, but on two plates and when it ultimately a good pair of wafer starts, this cheeky is not cool the syrup. My cousin wanted me tittle of Cleopatra Jones long ago. At eleven anhos already knew what was the street fight and there it goes.
At the door of the plane notify me one of my suitcases "vibe" and need to know the contents in detail. Acted as a casual and evening soap opera star. Arching his eyebrows and roll up his eyes to heaven, "see, see, ah, movies, clothes, gifts, shoes, what else, that massssss?" I notice the good looks and customs broker or customs duty or air or as they name the charge. The gentleman tells me that since I travel alone I go down to the cargo area to show the dudes "contents." Perdere also notes that flight and I will rise in the next. Invoke death, I request a return to my bed with my new kitten and my dog \u200b\u200bCatalina Perri it is better to escape to see more Korean films in the killer and flying home to submit to be arrested by any compromising detail in the suitcase carelessly forgotten.
But another part of my thank-you admit, though little, resistance and confidence of Jackie Brown makes me down to the agent who placed me with extreme gallantry jacket wearing orange vest style over there, who knows why.
A couple of drug dogs pose jealously at my arrival. In a meson metal is my bag, my sausage that will not leave me and break my back. Four national guards behind the counter watching me and glancing at the dogs at the same time. The part of me that if I know turns at full speed, "such suitors? That will happen to my luggage?" And start to get bras, socks, shoes, movies and a guard says: "Here is vibrating senhora," where? " "Here, watch!". Play and play, and play an orange towel wrapped my dolphin that had been driven alone by heat or perhaps the desire to get to my beloved New York.
At first I was a little bit ashamed, but to see the guards laughing stalk of barking dogs and the result, I started to laugh and I too chilly to me I go where I like the cornucopia.
buenmozon agent tells me: "Do not worry, it's not the first time." I guess not, of course. I remove the batteries and santaspascuas. And as I returned to the waiting room door asks, "why so big and fins?", "Because it is almost a whale and I like" I say.
veronica's room
Finally I put on the next flight to Miami. I get there late, nervous about the strap down to find the suitcases, but you have to go through immigration before. Long lines. Latinos blasted. Inglês everywhere. An hour and a half later I turn comes, I have 15 minutes to run to the belt and look for the luggage. I play an Indian, which reviews and revises my European passport, I relax, but I note that I try to relax and contract. When finally asked, "everything okay? Namaste!" and says "no." Enter another immigration agent who takes my passport and the Hindu says, "a regular one." No Jackie Cleopatra or worth. Pal room. I break into tears and ask you as a baby to be back home, we know with whom. To my surprise a room full of 80% European, Haitian, 2%, 3% Colombian, Venezuelan 15%.
lot of camaraderie. Do not look as nervous as they should be. Meeting 3 Lexotanil 3mg and Cave of the drink. I get the pants, I remember that I got the belt, that pod! I had to use it for all these dead hours, who knows how long they spend here. A very nice Colombian tells me: "Calm down woman, just arrived, let's get to talk." I prefer to ask the Haitian to me that it's there. I was very nervous and he does not know who lives in Miami long. Barbancourt carrying a box of twelve bottles. Le I say that if we came out alive, I'll buy one. Laughs but does not accept the offer. More nervous, more companherismo, most Europeans meet a Hindu adorns the fourth quartet, the fucking room. I think of Gogol, the boy Jumpa Lahiri's novel. I have special fondness for the adjective fijate Hindu and Indian origin agent stopped me. The villain of life.
A Venezuelan woman who claimed to be a journalist, also said he spent 4 hours waiting. Seeking more Lexotanil, but I can not see me as a guinhapo to immigration agents. Then discard the idea and do not induce laxity.
"Miss Carrascosa, window 3, please." The agent says that everything is fine but I settle a debt of $ 125 with the school to prevent future invitations the room.
pa pain ointment
I put on another flight to JFK. I run a bar near my next gate and invited me to myself 5 bottles of Presidente beer and sits beside me to get me a surenho coincidentally ended up talking and talking about the president. I get bored with Senhor surenho that bears some resemblance to Clinton and he tells me has been to Cuba many times. I crossed the idea that I've had many conversations of this type and would be of Ulan Bator, for example.
I'm going to sit at the door and listen to music on my CD player. Gato Barbieri Change by Alejandro Sanz and who does not like things. The woman huge mosque next to me maybe because I sing very high and I change another two more empty seat beside me. And I, "not the same thing might be not the same be to stay, not stay the same as what mismoooooooooooooooooooooooque pararno know that there are people trying to confundirnossssssss but we have a heart that is not equal, sorry ... is maybe distintooooooooooooque merezcopero me my voice does not sell it door, and what they think of us ... we read lips, I'm not ventaaaaaaaaaaa "and I plant next to a version of Clive Owen to look recognizable Italian leagues. And damn! I will not be able to sing in peace?, but Clive Owen is stronger than me and I take off my headphones and asked if I'm singing too high. Zorron Iun, I am! He says, "that thing ascolta? salsa? Marc Anthony? "And I realize that could be the stuntman Jean Reno, but is much more handsome. And forget talk of Alejandro Sanz is my official bard, philosopher, semiological, Machazo, etc. But this hybrid of Clive Owen Reno left me with mouth abiertota.
not go into any details of the conversation, but if I tell you that praise the nature of my breasts and my face reminded her of an actress ... and decided to sit together on the plane. Courtesy of my buddy
Ivan, this time it was this very senhorita SEAT 7B, at first. But Sanz said: "This is not the side you want to be to be on one side or throw you aside ... live is the most dangerous thing is life "and I said" my kingdom for a love mijita.
Clive Reno, we will call now, call me, "Elena, Vieni to 27" and I run like a video of Julio Iglesias by pasilllo the plane to roost where I met my Clive Reno. The conversation! How many stories! We were leaving we stopped to talk or not to interrupt.
When the plane off the lights to sleep I said: "You tuck?" and say that if you please. Seconds later said: "voglio give you a basin of buona notte. "Yeah right, I said. And already there was a mezzo mile high club ...
awaits an Italian friend anhos hundred taxi driver with a Cadillac and deposited me at my friend." I have a PA to the pain ointment , remedies for all sorts of errors also recipes Pá disappointment. "
manhana A placid, a Thursday post thanksgiving, courtesy of my friend Ivan was invited to NY to spend cumpleanhos christmas anho again work, etc., in and more. Up at 3 am. to become the Rollet, embadunarse the emotions you put us even with creams worth rigueur, powdering our most privates and other aromatic herbs well to put us in the mood entrompar suitable and so the old "trail" ... rabbit fur is not as pure and indoctrinating bout me extranhado always father. Total ... conejo.Ya hair ready for the taxi and trembling in the amount that would require the driver, unknown to the editor here, I was with zipper bags, locks located, stored in envelopes passports, currency between Bartlebys, of course with a minimal desire not talk to anyone at the airport, but the low nicotine I became Miss Congeniality in Manquetilla, as I said when I was a princess servant-hara about 30 anhitos that.
"Seat # 17C", ie, steps behind first class. (NO I keep repeating: IF YOU TRAVEL FIRST CLASS ALWAYS NEED TO TRAVEL FIRST CLASS is a shit, but shit delight! It's like being able to sit fuck tailbone in a rugged male cum and keep doing it as if it were to 30 plates per day. Travel first is that kind of experience, that divine gift. And as one, as member of that circle Pequenho bonvivance, trust and always be spoiled by all. A demigod, superstar, pseudo diva (I love that description so pervasive and ineffective, by the way) that embedded in clothing sales, vintage my mother does not appreciate, and would like tinkling cornucopia cornucopia some never emptied my bowl, something 'to Realm of the Senses ... But back to my story.
Beside two rolls Bogota, 17C, window. Saco Pacemaker magazine to read an article about naming it looked fun and I hear: "Senhora Carrascosa light near the aircraft door or gate "and think" oh! I have not to leave the country or something happened or I sit in first iconho, I knew it!, divine justice, karma, my gift cumpleanhos a Senhal, and countless!
I must confess that I have been arrested but not booked igration optimal Ganesh and judge! and recently. While love of my gender, domino sort of martial arts but not brutal, but on two plates and when it ultimately a good pair of wafer starts, this cheeky is not cool the syrup. My cousin wanted me tittle of Cleopatra Jones long ago. At eleven anhos already knew what was the street fight and there it goes.
At the door of the plane notify me one of my suitcases "vibe" and need to know the contents in detail. Acted as a casual and evening soap opera star. Arching his eyebrows and roll up his eyes to heaven, "see, see, ah, movies, clothes, gifts, shoes, what else, that massssss?" I notice the good looks and customs broker or customs duty or air or as they name the charge. The gentleman tells me that since I travel alone I go down to the cargo area to show the dudes "contents." Perdere also notes that flight and I will rise in the next. Invoke death, I request a return to my bed with my new kitten and my dog \u200b\u200bCatalina Perri it is better to escape to see more Korean films in the killer and flying home to submit to be arrested by any compromising detail in the suitcase carelessly forgotten.
But another part of my thank-you admit, though little, resistance and confidence of Jackie Brown makes me down to the agent who placed me with extreme gallantry jacket wearing orange vest style over there, who knows why.
A couple of drug dogs pose jealously at my arrival. In a meson metal is my bag, my sausage that will not leave me and break my back. Four national guards behind the counter watching me and glancing at the dogs at the same time. The part of me that if I know turns at full speed, "such suitors? That will happen to my luggage?" And start to get bras, socks, shoes, movies and a guard says: "Here is vibrating senhora," where? " "Here, watch!". Play and play, and play an orange towel wrapped my dolphin that had been driven alone by heat or perhaps the desire to get to my beloved New York.
At first I was a little bit ashamed, but to see the guards laughing stalk of barking dogs and the result, I started to laugh and I too chilly to me I go where I like the cornucopia.
buenmozon agent tells me: "Do not worry, it's not the first time." I guess not, of course. I remove the batteries and santaspascuas. And as I returned to the waiting room door asks, "why so big and fins?", "Because it is almost a whale and I like" I say.
veronica's room
Finally I put on the next flight to Miami. I get there late, nervous about the strap down to find the suitcases, but you have to go through immigration before. Long lines. Latinos blasted. Inglês everywhere. An hour and a half later I turn comes, I have 15 minutes to run to the belt and look for the luggage. I play an Indian, which reviews and revises my European passport, I relax, but I note that I try to relax and contract. When finally asked, "everything okay? Namaste!" and says "no." Enter another immigration agent who takes my passport and the Hindu says, "a regular one." No Jackie Cleopatra or worth. Pal room. I break into tears and ask you as a baby to be back home, we know with whom. To my surprise a room full of 80% European, Haitian, 2%, 3% Colombian, Venezuelan 15%.
lot of camaraderie. Do not look as nervous as they should be. Meeting 3 Lexotanil 3mg and Cave of the drink. I get the pants, I remember that I got the belt, that pod! I had to use it for all these dead hours, who knows how long they spend here. A very nice Colombian tells me: "Calm down woman, just arrived, let's get to talk." I prefer to ask the Haitian to me that it's there. I was very nervous and he does not know who lives in Miami long. Barbancourt carrying a box of twelve bottles. Le I say that if we came out alive, I'll buy one. Laughs but does not accept the offer. More nervous, more companherismo, most Europeans meet a Hindu adorns the fourth quartet, the fucking room. I think of Gogol, the boy Jumpa Lahiri's novel. I have special fondness for the adjective fijate Hindu and Indian origin agent stopped me. The villain of life.
A Venezuelan woman who claimed to be a journalist, also said he spent 4 hours waiting. Seeking more Lexotanil, but I can not see me as a guinhapo to immigration agents. Then discard the idea and do not induce laxity.
"Miss Carrascosa, window 3, please." The agent says that everything is fine but I settle a debt of $ 125 with the school to prevent future invitations the room.
pa pain ointment
I put on another flight to JFK. I run a bar near my next gate and invited me to myself 5 bottles of Presidente beer and sits beside me to get me a surenho coincidentally ended up talking and talking about the president. I get bored with Senhor surenho that bears some resemblance to Clinton and he tells me has been to Cuba many times. I crossed the idea that I've had many conversations of this type and would be of Ulan Bator, for example.
I'm going to sit at the door and listen to music on my CD player. Gato Barbieri Change by Alejandro Sanz and who does not like things. The woman huge mosque next to me maybe because I sing very high and I change another two more empty seat beside me. And I, "not the same thing might be not the same be to stay, not stay the same as what mismoooooooooooooooooooooooque pararno know that there are people trying to confundirnossssssss but we have a heart that is not equal, sorry ... is maybe distintooooooooooooque merezcopero me my voice does not sell it door, and what they think of us ... we read lips, I'm not ventaaaaaaaaaaa "and I plant next to a version of Clive Owen to look recognizable Italian leagues. And damn! I will not be able to sing in peace?, but Clive Owen is stronger than me and I take off my headphones and asked if I'm singing too high. Zorron Iun, I am! He says, "that thing ascolta? salsa? Marc Anthony? "And I realize that could be the stuntman Jean Reno, but is much more handsome. And forget talk of Alejandro Sanz is my official bard, philosopher, semiological, Machazo, etc. But this hybrid of Clive Owen Reno left me with mouth abiertota.
not go into any details of the conversation, but if I tell you that praise the nature of my breasts and my face reminded her of an actress ... and decided to sit together on the plane. Courtesy of my buddy
Ivan, this time it was this very senhorita SEAT 7B, at first. But Sanz said: "This is not the side you want to be to be on one side or throw you aside ... live is the most dangerous thing is life "and I said" my kingdom for a love mijita.
Clive Reno, we will call now, call me, "Elena, Vieni to 27" and I run like a video of Julio Iglesias by pasilllo the plane to roost where I met my Clive Reno. The conversation! How many stories! We were leaving we stopped to talk or not to interrupt.
When the plane off the lights to sleep I said: "You tuck?" and say that if you please. Seconds later said: "voglio give you a basin of buona notte. "Yeah right, I said. And already there was a mezzo mile high club ...
awaits an Italian friend anhos hundred taxi driver with a Cadillac and deposited me at my friend." I have a PA to the pain ointment , remedies for all sorts of errors also recipes Pá disappointment. "
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