Getting An Eyebrow Wax After An Airbrush Tan

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was my first and now it is gone.
Have you ever heard the one about which a lot of talking, and almost certainly love? According to this criterion was my boundless love. How not to talk about it, if was it:

first Whiz unprecedented
His medium was the sound. The music, which fills our total time was the crossover between the French and good old šansonom tehnažo. The music is communicating their delicate feelings, from joy to svetobolja. The Frenchman says with a hint of Slavic soul. I will never forget that moment at the terminal of the southern ring road in the Dolenjska highway when he put himself in perfect accord. C-major, I think.
second Guardian of my fortune
He knew that I love the sea. Also, it was at heart, except for pitch, which decreases with pine trees, and how aggressive squirrels at the camp. Well, it has repeatedly decided that the sea but we will not go. If it was necessary for the sake of this on the way home vnebovpijočo produce heat and a few hours čepeti on Ravbarkomanda with mixed feelings and phone in hand, it should be. Seas do not give.
3rd Shoe par excellence
drove me anywhere I wanted, anytime, without objection (except the aforementioned musical surpluses). OK, minor exception is the sea home, forgive him. The millions of small shop and do not disturb him He never complained about the absurd amounts of my feet or asked why most of them located in the trunk.
4th My protector
defend me in front scarp the ninja and their attacks from ambush. In these last moments of their care, that I remained quite whole, even if it cost him the life. These do not work anymore. (Seriously, he was born in 2000, which is already well behind us.)

All this and much too many adventures to thank him from the heart. Rene, you were the best bad car in the world.

And a posthumous portrait (The story in brief: Some managed to suddenly stop in the fast lane highway. We do not. At least not on the less spectacular fashion. Rene was the only Frenchman with an eye for drama.)

But obupujmo do, life goes on. Meet Helga.