tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28714659.post2986300250424920693..comments2023-04-09T10:17:36.605+02:00Comments on Noparaintensos: y al final los avionesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28714659.post-71005095459002550032007-12-09T04:01:00.000+01:002007-12-09T04:01:00.000+01:00baby boy. we've danced like gloworms tonight.Remem...baby boy. <BR/>we've danced like gloworms tonight.<BR/>Remember dancing like gloworms at the sun? <BR/>Well, it hasn't been such a long night as that, but it's been a good one. <BR/><BR/>There's was this girl who danced really well, and she had a very good back, a low cut t-shirt showing off her shoulder, and a daring fringe high over her eyes. She was dancing with this surfer type with blond dregs, really taken by her. She was strutting her stuff with flair, and he was moving along, doing well.<BR/><BR/>They run out of drinks and she comes up to us and dances with us too, sort of in female solidarity, raising our arms in banal victory while her drinks are poured. As she comes closer we can see she's not exactly the girl we'd imagined she was. And then she says, I just turned 39, and we say, hey, you look grear for 39, we'd have said 32, you look like a dancer, he really likes you, you have a lovely back, you look great!<BR/>And she says: a lovely back? That's rich. I'm not only celebrarting I'm 39. También estoy celebrando que tengo una orden de alejamiento porque la última vez que vi a mi ex me partió una vértebra. No me dejó cicatriz.<BR/><BR/>Not bad, for a night out, eh.<BR/><BR/>I missed you, the baby boy. We would have danced like devils.<BR/><BR/>buenos días.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com