Ladies and gentlemen, the character of the year is not the creator of this thing called Facebook as announced by the Time magazine, nor Mr. Assange Wikileaks (though he has given a name that sounds like the invention of urine loss He has a face that loves to pee on it), or Steve Jobs (Apple Does make good phones? ejemm) and Guti, however much one goal, and Lady Gaga, for many guts to dress, or Justin Bieber much dust you have ... the person of the year, no doubt, Genoveva Casanova.
Genoboba (genetics coil, except in terms of medrazgo) deserves it for his exhibition at the Nobel: "I had always dreamed of attending the Nobel." Me too, honey, since I saw walking to Paul (Vazo ) Newman in the corridors of the Grand Hotel in Stockholm. Once I even tried to dye my like Elke Sommer, see if you were lucky, but the only thing left the attempt are some photos that look like Dennis Rodman, Jose Ignacio on one side before getting the tits and Adolfo other before removing them. Aaaaay, honey, I've had boyfriends with sexual problems such as Luis Miguel, and not with the nobility have not had your luck, I guess it's a matter of skin color. But yours with high literature ... that is too big. Yes, from now, as you say that my favorite writer is Ortega y Gasset and my favorite painter Velázquez, especially when they corner.
His entry into the Stockholm airport in a wheelchair with crutches by a fall from a horse and shooting a spot worth a Potosi. Has a face that reminds Tippi Hedren in the second half of the birds and elegance matched only by that of Sigurney Weaver down the helicopter with crutches and a wheelchair in Working Girl. I swear by God that I wanted the photo without success throughout the network, but really, when you go to the hairdresser this week to fix the bow for the holidays, look for the Hi in question, the Nati with rape face on the cover , because the photo is spectacular.
Thereafter, MasterCard. Dragging a suitcase valued at 200,000 € she herself knew what it was, mostly fur coats (more than 7, my favorite, the white fox and astrakhan gala) of some Madrid mess fur and heels of scandal, entered the Swedish cold air to start your journey of publishing editorial, dining at dinner, from conference to conference, gala gala. Always with crutches in tow, not to slip on ice, rinsed in the magazine.
crutches and heels ... there is NOTHING matters most ... especially when you then end up dancing with your boyfriend and your father on the track as usual.
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