Outside the window, fall. Sunny, cold fall. As usual, a small melancholy or a sad fall. So it is worth a small comfort. I am going to a major website dedicated to news from the life of celebrities, artists, artists, another higher spheres. There's news everywhere. Here are any news from a service dedicated to stars, stars, stars and... gossip. “They fell in love... present he is with another” – the section Relationships and Unions. A tragedy, a woman's tragedy, a woman's fate. All men are the same! On the another hand... He was in a relation with one, present he's in a relation with another. She was in a relation with one, today, next day she'll be in a relation with another, another... To choose from, to color. Thanks to this, the level of relation is increasing in the spheres of the “Warsaw advanced Society”, that is, our higher spheres from the areas of Konstancin, Lake or another Wilanów.
"Dancing ... with the top stars" is the section "Stars of TV". Next to a photograph of 3 “stars”. 3 young, beautiful women, as they say: akin to each other, made à la dolla Barbie, differing only in hair color. Do these “stars” – so I may call them – date before the performance about the colour of the hair? Similarly, teams of volleyball or basketball players find the colour of the jerseys at the game. This makes sense, due to the fact that after facial features, especially from a long distance – it is known, the stadium – it would be hard to separate them. All from 1 matrix. What kind of pattern is that? No wonder our wonderful “artists” are pouring together. After songs, voice or arrangement, too, in fact, are indistinguishable. If these “artists” had switched songs, no 1 would have noticed the difference. And this lady, these "stars," 3 of them danced the full stadium. Really, all right? And where did they dance? But who are the stars? Are the whistles? Who's who? Which 1 is artist A, which 1 is B, which 1 is C?
I avoid carefully watching Polish films or tv series. With small exceptions. Similarly, I do not watch matches of Polish sneakers, called representation. Polish movie and Polish football are the same level. Deep trauma from the past 30 years. Condition acquired, trained as Pavlov's belt. I besides elude our songs, singers, singers and footballers, festivals and benefis, dancers, dancers and another “celebrities” from Konstancin. That's why I don't know who they are. I think I separate 1 of these “artists”. I erstwhile watched a movie about Polish prostitutes on guest appearances in Dubai. Dubai, arabian sheiks and another rich people are a truly large world, a dream come actual for all girl of light driving, let's call it carefully. This movie is 1 of the exceptions to the general rule. 1 of these “artists” reminds me of this film. But I might be wrong.
Another explanation? I'm just an old bitty gingerbread. Or a schmuck, as they utilized to say. Who fell not only out of the large world, but out of the modern planet and mocked at what he was excluded from anyway. Like this mean small brat, separated by a window of sweets, spits viciously on the window. possibly so. But I'm not that old. Young spirit, as they say.
Lucky news about our football world. Our football player (so called?) – this is simply a female playing football – is simply a star (!) in female football. A man's ball scrubs at the bottom, or it's stuck in a mule, and a woman's ball floats. He's high. It would be beautiful if it wasn't for... that women's football has as many supporters as paralympics. possibly more, possibly less, hard to judge. Only truly selected and digestible fans appreciate the beauty of athletes racing in wheelchairs or ladies kicking the ball. But what do I know?
Again I spoke to my abjectness and spite. It's not my fault, I swear. You made me like this, Lord God! I'd like to ask individual else. Let's get back to the good news and the good news. "Mrs. ... has assessed the another woman sharply, now it explains itself". I get it: the ladies had a fight: 1 told the another what she thought of her, the 1 who reciprocated with honesty. They gave each another after a while and then they made up. It's just a woman's mouth, like a lot, but the lyrics are. possibly he'll interest someone. Cheers.
"G. T. has set the stage. On stage, she even overshadowed the celebrated actor." I admit: I read and quote only the headlines on this portal. I don't dare look inside those wisdoms, nor do I want to read it. A dishwasher manual is available for reading. 2 years, I guess. Conscience. After I survey the dishwasher instructions, I'll read them and these revelations. For now, I'm getting myself together. So for now, it's all headlines. G. T. I happen to know, erstwhile was (is) a presenter or tv journalist, specialization - film. Just likes to talk about movies, movies, actors. She loved looking beautiful the most. Impeccablely dressed, perfect hairstyle, makeup, grin and beauty. A word... dazzling as they compose in women's magazines. I do not know what well-known “blaming” actor G. T. has eclipsed. A well-known actor, or actor, who performed with success in many films. That's where the girl's fact lies. This service and akin are aimed mainly at the more beautiful part of our population.
They're right. "Best creations from the festival in Gdynia" I omit. A reminder that there is specified a thing as a festival in Gdynia and that it took place. “The seers embarrassed by the words of Me. She referred to Ma’s behavior.” Message Note: EXCUSIVE. Intersex. You said if you wrote something, most likely stupid, you answered him. Or vice versa. I'm not getting into that. I have no thought what's so peculiar about this place. But it's most likely interesting for fans or fans of the celebrity genre of Constantina. Let's go further in the review of higher spheres.
"K. confirmed reports on marriage. My husband ruined everything.” K. was the president, or ferst leji. I remember Mrs. K. lying to her face in her husband's first campaign. She lied insolently that her husband had a master’s degree and that she had seen her husband’s diploma. It's over. Now you and Mr. K. are the very top of the native celebration of Warsaw. Mrs. K. is the oracle of fashion, elegance and savoir-vivru. Savoir-vivre means cognition of good manners, rules, conventions in force in the bagor of alleged social cream. But it besides means French: knowing how to live. It must be admitted that Madame K. was president, the savoir-vivru rules are in her small finger. Both. She knows precisely how to set up with the wind, it's how good and pleasant to live. Even in the idyllic life of Madame K. there was a shadow of bitterness. It's like a venomous snake to paradise. Who is liable for this suffering? Of course, he, her husband! The wicked! erstwhile she gave him so much good, she sacrificed the best years of her life! To make specified a profession, the pain of his better half, Madame K.! But it's pain... painful. Until Madame K. shed a fewer tears. Which smeared the perfect ink on her eyelashes. It's just a supposition due to the fact that I didn't read any more as I mentioned.
Perhaps the suffering caused by her husband was so severe that Madame K. forgot to wet her mouth and chew it with a meringue crumb!? erstwhile Madame K. in her best years, she gave advice, like with a knife and a fork to eat a meringue. What valuable advice, advice. What advice did she give her spouse? To drink not more than 1 bottle of whisky a day? And that's 0.7 alternatively of a liter? So he can sew in an esperal? Or went to therapy? It worked. My dear husband looks good on TV. He's neat, his tongue doesn't mix. Sober for years. At least on TV. If he drinks, he drinks with moderation. You can win a habit with a wife like that. I am a sincere admirer of Madame K and her ex-husband, the ex-president. I both love how... today's teen k-pop star. Strange. It wasn't expected to be about politics today, and this is where I focus on Madame K and her husband, ex-president. Or ex-wife? Getting utilized to second nature. Back in the day, my husband made all the moves.
The fact is contained here, clear to all readers of this portal. The husband, which means the guy is ruining everything. We, ladies, are innocent victims of male oppression and exploitation. Men are always guilty. And that's the truth. apparent of course, as individual said. We conclude that a good portal or magazine writes what readers, readers already know. The full art of saying the same thing, but in another words. On another example, confirm the judgement and well-being of readers. God forbid you disturb them, force them to think, or bring them into unknown waters. This is the origin of success. Fame, money.
It is what it is. And that's what everyone knows. "First a loud breakup with G. and now specified news about L. He confirmed what everyone knew?” Does this mean that L. revealed the mystery of the Black Holes? Or did he explain Nostradamus' predictions? I don't think so. There's a charade in the title. Let's effort and figure it out. I realize that Mrs. G has divided up with Mr. L. or L. with G. no matter. Then came the news everyone knew. What? Not the black holes, of course. Did L. hook up with G. again or vice versa? G. and L. were partners. Then they stopped being partners. Now they're partners again. Who cares, but G and L? Another possibility: G. became active with C. C. with N. N. with K. a K. with L. It's a partnership chain. It follows that G. partnered L. but through a series, shorter or longer intermediaries. And everyone's alive and partnering with each other. Let's admit, more interesting are the proposals especially on the gossip portal. 1 note. It would not be an thought if celebrities, celebrities wore visible signs of negative HIV tests and another sexually transmitted diseases, including venereal ones. In the form of bracelets, clips on the ear, ringing or something. The celebrity looks at another celebrity and knows: with him, with her I can associate without the hazard of a serious, or untreated disease. Preferably in the right colors. Herbal – we do it! Yellow, waiting for the test results. Red, possibly another time? How will I heal? A simple solution that would choke relationships and celebrity partnerships in a higher world!
I'm not judging, I'm not judging. Let them partner, as long as they are of age, full of intellectual power and without violence. I erstwhile watched a movie by a celebrated Danish director. A man who found happiness at home for the mentally retarded. Debili or idiots in a medical sense. They are besides born, and in progressive Denmark they go to suitable nursing homes. The hero was healthy, he just pretended to be an idiot. The pensioners did not pretend, but everyone found joy and fulfillment in the orgies. You know, it's easy with fools. A bit of a kinky image. I wonder, how would it be judged by the “scientist of cinema”, always dazzling G. T.? Never mind.
Recently named. "M. G. only admitted it after years. “I got a lesson from life.” mediocre poor M. G. star and progressive tv cook. mediocre not in a material sense – the price of blueberry in her bakery is 70 PLN – and her soul was patient. Or suffered. If she has souls, which is not so certain, due to the fact that she is most likely an atheist. A Christian atheist, but as for Jehovah, who knows? Gentle, delicate ladies love stories about mediocre wealth. The work, the talent, here the culinary talent as a cook, and the sacrifice reached millions. People actually like a happy ending. No 1 cares erstwhile individual suffers, gets tired and dies in poorness and oblivion. The dog pushed him. What's different is the fortunate winners. Christmas - cook M. G. besides uses. He knows the rule: let them write, either bad or good, so that they don't twist the name. sale more berries, pure profit
Everybody's gaining. It's nice, it's warm, it's nice. Evil is punished, good rewarded. An inseparable happy ending. That's the point. What do I have left? I think I should read the dishwasher manual. And then research freely the secrets of Mrs. G.'s partnership with Mr. L or the suffering of a young cook for her achievements. Or feel sorry for and compassion for the ex-president who failed this bastard, her spouse, the ex-president sober. actual suffering, problem and concern for valuable, talented and better people. And not any imaginary problems of lowland people, of plebs, without talent or achievement, who will never dance with the stars, and who... are not curious in anyone.
Go with people. To be with people. With the best, with the best of the best, with celebrities, stars, stars, with the elite of Konstancin, Wilanów and Lakes. This is the highest of dreams! And due to the fact that women's services contain information interesting for men, that's odd. Really, I liked this service and things, the problems that have been raised there. We live in a time of femininity triumph. In the war of gender, half of them were defeated. That's a fact. She was defeated in the west. In the second, third, Muslim or African world, not yet. In the progressive West, many men dress like women, act like women, even think the same. But that's another story.
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