Yeah!!!!!!!!

I've reveived it......... A sweet kisses

"It's nothing Ok?"


Me I'll a girl in mah househood to make mah chicks

I think a long distance has only one cure to make it stable.

And that is: "Communication"

I thought you will at least give me a nice "TITLE"

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"Nicelamintar"

[sup][/sup]The name sound so sweet?[sub][/sub]

Seun please why don't you stay. Or who do you think is fit to handle your post.
Why not pick hot-angel?
She seems to be the mother of this Forum

Well.
I think I will go for "@ashbaby title"
Z4AM you sound so mean

Could dat one be faked?

Kolo is right

I wish i could help

@spikelord,
You see yesterday when soledad took the present John Carlo sent. While she was putting the stuff at the back of Paloma's picture, did you notice the picture of a man. looks like that is the Sanchez right

I hope you find a good chick

nubia quee:

Paloma and Mariano; these two can't mix. Paloma is too hot headed for him, she will probably bully him. But with Diego, can't u see how Paloma calms down, and he knows the right button to push....

Paloma is not the right chicks for Mariano. She and Diego fitted like "GLUE"

Lets all watch tonight episodes which seems the last one this week

It was fifty years ago on a hot summer day in the deep South. We lived on a dirt road, on a sandlot. We were what was known as “dirt poor." I had been playing outside all morning in the sand. Suddenly, I heard a sharp clanking sound behind me and, looking over my shoulder, my eyes were drawn to a strange sight. Across the dirt road were two rows of men, dressed in black-and-white striped, baggy uniforms. Their faces were covered with dust and sweat.

They looked so weary, and they were chained together with huge black iron chains. Hanging from the end of each chained row was a big black iron ball. They were, as polite people said in those days, a "chain gang," guarded by two heavily armed white guards. I stared at the prisoners as they settled uncomfortably down in the dirt under the shade of some straggly trees.

One of the guards walked towards me. Nodding as he passed, he went up to our front door and knocked. My mother appeared at the door, and I heard the guard ask if he could have permission to get water from the pump in the backyard, so that "his men could have a drink." My mother agreed, but I saw a look of concern on her face as she called me inside.

I stared through the window as each prisoner was unchained from the line, to hobble over to the pump and drink his fill from a small tin cup, while a guard watched vigilantly. It wasn't long before they were all chained back up again, with prisoners and guards retreating into the shade, away from an unrelenting sun.

I heard my mother call me into the kitchen, and I entered to see her bustling around with tins of tuna fish, mayonnaise, our last loaf of bread, and two big pitchers of lemonade. In what seemed a blink of an eye, she had made a tray of sandwiches, using all the tuna we were to have had for that night's supper.

My mother was smiling as she handed me one of the pitchers of lemonade, cautioning me to carry it carefully and to "not spill a drop." Then, lifting the tray in one hand and holding a pitcher in her other hand, she marched me to the door, deftly opening it with her foot, and trotted me across the street.

She approached the guards, flashing them a brilliant smile.

"We had some leftovers from lunch," she said, "and I was wondering if we could share with you and your men." She smiled at each of the men, searching their dark eyes with her own eyes of robin's egg blue. Everyone started to their feet. "Oh no!" she said. "Stay where you are! I'll just serve you!"

Calling me to her side, she went from guard to guard, then from prisoner to prisoner--filling each tin cup with lemonade, and giving each man a sandwich. It was very quiet, except for a "thank you, ma'am," and the clanking of the chains. Very soon we were at the end of the line, my mother's eyes softly scanning each face.

The last prisoner was a big man, his dark skin streaked with dust. Suddenly, his face broke into a wonderful smile, as he looked up into my mother's eyes, and he said, "Ma'am, I've wondered all my life if I'd ever see an angel, and now I have! Thank you!"

Again, my mother's smile took in the whole group. "You're all welcome!" she said. "God bless you." Then we walked across to the house, with empty tray and pitchers, and back inside. Soon the men moved on, and I never saw them again.

The only explanation my mother ever gave me for that strange and wonderful day, was that I "remember, always, to entertain strangers, for by doing so, you may entertain angels without knowing." Then, with a mysterious smile, she went about the rest of the day.

I don't remember what we ate for supper, that night. I just know it was served by an angel.

I was once in deep lovre with a girl but the distant btw us keep the love apart.
It's a sad storey and one of these day i will publish it.
What title shall i give it

Nope She's simply DA GREATEST""""

Well,
Yes and I wish Diago could find a way to explain to Paloma why the Divorce is going to be drop

Well, It' cool though.

What of Middle?

Paloma will cry tonight.

Well, ?

Which one did you feel at first, when you meet your girlfriend .