Alquilé mi piso durante dos años. Cuando el inquilino se fue, lo dejó impecable: paredes recién pintadas, suelo limpio y hasta había arreglado dos enchufes. Estaba a punto de devolverle la fianza cuando vi una pequeña burbuja en la pintura del dormitorio. La presioné y…
Contraté a un chico para pasear a mi perro viejo, dos horas al día, a él solo. Le pagaba el doble de la tarifa porque me decía que estudiaba y no le alcanzaba para el alquiler. El martes me cancelaron una reunión y volví antes a casa. El perro no estaba. Abrí la app del GPS y lo vi...
I know I speak for many when I state that there is now a void in the heart of Americana... no, the whole world, that may never be filled.
Dolly, words cannot define the enormity of your talent, the breadth of your kindness, the depth of your compassion and the expanse in which your legend will carry on in perpetuity.
It was an honor and privilege to have met you at the Country Music Awards. I knew then as so many others have said; you were not only someone whose smile and presence were larger than life, your heart was even larger.
I lift my eyes upward and know that while you've left us here, you're singing amongst the angels, assuredly giving the host of Heaven a run for their money. -Barbara Eden
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У меня была знакомая которая 20, сука, лет таскалась с женатым мужиком. Они трахались на работе. А потом его жена умерла, и он ей предложил замуж, и она отказалась.А нахера ей в полтос вьябывать на мужика и пахать на его хозяйстве? Одно дело подъебнуться, другое - жить в рабстве.
I found this photo today and oh my word, just look at this adorable little guy.
Long before the hair, the leather pants, and one of the most recognizable voices in rock, this was him.
Born August 20, 1948, he turns 78 today.
Somewhere between this school photo and "Whole Lotta Love," "Kashmir," and "Stairway to Heaven," things got a whole lot louder.
And rock and roll was never quite the same.
Then he said,
“Where did you find that?”
My blood ran cold.
“You know him?”
Another silence.
Finally, he whispered,
“I thought that dresser was destroyed.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Why?”