Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again. But life goes on.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. True beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It's the passion that she shows to the outside world.
In the UK particularly around the south-west near cities like Bristol its common practice on stag-do's to shackle the prospective groom naked to a sturdy fence or lamp post in a notorious part of town,somewhere like a bayot district and leave him to his fate,the premise being he too will understand the pain of also losing his virginity...................
