preference [Theme] Page 4

I love everything old: old friends, old times, old customs, old books, old wine.

I have no tastes. What I like in literature, music and movies, likes me not because obey some principles or rules that could be formulated as my preferences. This happens unpredictably and for unknown to me reason.

If you impose something that sickens you, don't agree.

Men, as you know, at all times prefer Regal lionesses gentle chamois.

The test has never come to us in the form in which we prefer.
(All of us have your trials and they are not those that we would like.)

I prefer a room full of cute Teddy bears than a diamond necklace in the safe.

When you look at what people like and that liked me before, you know a lot about him that he probably would prefer not to spread.

I hate losing even more than I love to win.
(I hate losing, I hate, I hate losing even more than they want to win.)

Sometimes I don't like fish. Sometimes I don't like melon. But sometimes I don't like you. It's simple.

The owner of the unruly body defies the benefit and wasting power, the body, money and time in something that, at first glance, does not bring any benefit.

Every body has their taste: one loves watermelon, and the other - pork hryaschik.

He loves soup... let's Use it.

He liked it more interesting books than the ones she had read, more interesting people than those with whom she met. His ideals have found an echo in her heart.

I love lobster on the grill, pot-a flexible, pies, beach sand, apricot Tits and human grief.