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Ocio de sábado

Se alquila!

Apuesto muchacho para salir fines de semana. Dispuesto a cualquier cosa con tal de evitar el ocio semanal. Diversas facetas, divertido y apuesto. Favor de abstenerse si usted no tiene más de 17 años o menos de 33. Preferentemente chicas lindas...

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  1. Unknown1 de diciembre de 2008 a las 23:00

    Jajajaja… Chica “linda” de 23 años interesada…

    Si platicas como escribes me encantaría alquilarte para tomar un café.

    saludos!

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  2. Khönover3 de diciembre de 2008 a las 0:16

    Señorita educada, 21 años y de actitud positiva al sur de la cosmopolita Cd. de México le felicita por haberse animado a alquilarse.

    Seguramente traerá alegría a muchos corazones de entre los 17 y 33 años ansiosos por conocer a tan prodigiosa mente.

    Me ha gustado bastante su Blog y espero continuar siendo sorprendida por nuevas entradas.

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  3. Luispa3 de diciembre de 2008 a las 6:30

    muy bien... habrá que encontrar el sábado no?

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  4. Aquiles Digo, antes Jordy6 de diciembre de 2008 a las 10:54

    Ande Chamaco, no discrimine ¿cómo está eso de "preferentmente chicas lindas"? No, no, no, no. Hay que ser más inclusivo. Pero no se apure, le conseguiré varias candidatas: todas por encima de los treinta para que se sientan a gusto platicando con una persona tan madura como usted, don Chamacone. En fin.

    PD. Por cierto, dice la niña X que para cuándo la entrevista con Hilario.

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  5. Luispa7 de diciembre de 2008 a las 9:06

    no discrimino... la idea de la preferencia no implica una barrera imposible... lo de las amigas, pues que haya de todo no?

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