When the first wrinkles came I was panicking,
I let my face lift in a pricey clinic.
Well, my husband loved it,
my face was elastic again.
Nothing wrinkles, nothing no fold,
just as smooth as getting married to us.
Until my husband said 'maybe it's crazy ...
but your head does not fit your neck anymore' Oh, a small intervention, they pull it tight
and give a slice here, otherwise you get a bag there.
Well, my husband was very satisfied
with what they did to me.
The surgeon sat with my breasts in his stomach
because now he thought they were far too low.
When they were hoisted up, they looked a bit small,
but with silicone filling they were allowed to be there again. Well, I saw my husband ignite,
because I had such pranks.
Then one evening after intercourse, he
looked thoughtfully at my thighs.
And although he had no clear criticism,
I went back to the clinic.
I also had a belly, so after some consultation
I immediately degreased it, they sucked it away in no time. To
lift my buttocks at least one piece at a time.
I was back at every party,
but I was very tight in my skin.
My husband was not so comfortable anymore,
because on the street boys yelled 'are you going ... nice old bag'.
Well, when he bought a toupee
and a too tight corset. He went walking and trimming
and gyming in the fitness center.
And for months he followed a rigorous diet,
until he died in the sauna for no reason!
There I stood in the graveyard beautiful at the grave,
but now that he was in it was the kindness off.
Now I let the lobes swell
and I will tell you something ... Ladies, do not let yourself be lacquered,
do not let the stuff settle down.
With smoothed necks
life can not be stretched!
Cherish belly and bottom chins,
real beauty is inside!
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......... 'Dancing like a butterfly, stabbing like a bee', that was the strategy with which Muhammad Ali attacked opponents who were much bigger and perhaps also much stronger than he was.
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