girls [Theme] Page 46

Guys think the more girls the Breasts, the dumber she is. And, in my opinion, the more girls the Boobs, the sillier it becomes the guy.

All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men they expect...

I do not like Flirty girls
That, too pleased with himself,
On dance floors and stadiums
A huge crowd hanging around.
Probably having read too much
I loved soul forever
Shy, pensive and austere,
Touchy and sad sometimes.
This mom does not force to iron
Above the iron a sore back bending,
That evening in a special outfit
With cheerful nonchalance to Shine.
This will not entice suitors,
She is always truthful and tender.
Good heart words
From vulgarity, it is protected.
This windbag is not love,
And destiny when you find it, -
All the knots, all the loops are cut,
Through the pain, and Dahl, and the human trial will be held.
And she, in contrast to the others, not scary
That love is heavy.
And it is clear why Tatiana
To Onegin of her husband are gone.

If you do not see in the summer girls in bikini, then I'll have problems with vision!

As soon as she puts on high heels, she immediately happens to be happiness in life. It's the law.

Whether this girl even an angel of death, it still would seem wonderful to me. I admired her huge green eyes. Strange that they seemed any other than before. Lena had the longest eyelashes I have ever seen. Pale skin seemed even whiter in contrast to her razletevshihsya black hair. Small light-brown mole on her cheekbone under her left eye was shaped like a Crescent moon. Lena Decanes was different from all the other girls in our school. She did not like people I know.

No, seriously, you girls just escaped inhabitants of the madhouse. Please, by the way, sorry to all the inhabitants of the madhouse for this comparison.

Prostitute: a girl who can be a good girl out of pure courtesy, but will never be a bad girl out of pure courtesy.

A girl doesn't need to go too far to please the teacher. Enough a pleasant manner.

Girls often dream of noble, exquisite images, some ideal beings, and their heads full of vague notions about people, about feelings, about the light; then they in the simplicity of the soul gives the average person the perfection I dreamed of and trust him: they like in your chosen imaginary creation, and in the end, it's too late to ward off trouble, deceptive charm, which they endowed their idol, turns into a bizarre Ghost.

- Girls tend to hide their emotions, must be able to read their eyes.

- Are you okay?
Yes.
- You know, one day I was fine. My girlfriend got drunk. Spent the night somewhere, and in the morning came back married. I told everyone that I don't care, slept with five women in three days, drove onto the sidewalk, unconscious beat the suspect, was dismissed. But I was OK.

The girl talk reveal all the secrets. You just have to hear it.

I'm a girl and the girl needs to go quickly, his head bowed, as if she counts the steps.