HELP EX CALL GIRLS TAKE OFF WITH THEIR LEGIT HOME MASSAGE SERVICE BUSINESS
AVAIL OF THEIR NO NONSENSE MASSAGE ENTERPRISE AND SUPPORT THEM TO STAY THE COURSE OF THEIR REFORM; DON’T TEMPT THEM WITH BIG TIPS TO SHOW THEIR BIG TITS OR END UP LYING DOWN ON THE BED IN YOUR PLACE..
MOST OF ALL DON’T CALL THEM TO COME TO THE APARTMENT WHEN THE MISSUS OR THE LIVE IN PARTNER IS OUT SHOPPING OR DINING WITH HER FRIENDS. THAT’S DOWNRIGHT SNEAKY RIGHT AT THE START AND FOREBODES MALICIOUS INTENTION.
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Mahatma Ghanid of the Internet Ministry of the God Particle Proclaims the Abba Krishna Is Online Psychically 24/7 and Hears Every Hare Krishna Rama When You Chant the Sacred Maha Mantras
The mother had been working in Dubai for three straight years since the start of her contract of employment. She was a career schoolteacher in the elementary grades in Iriga City in the idyllic deep South of Luzon island called the Bicol Peninsula in the Philippines. Her little boy, the apple of her eye, was growing up fast and a providential fund needed to be put away to secure his future and college education.
The father was a subsistence farmer whose half hectare farm provided just enough for their year round nutritional requirements plus a little surplus for the upkeep of the domicile. They enjoyed the sweet life under the benevolent shadow of majestic Mt. Iriga that framed the whole city and environs with a vigilant monstrosity. It was a tearful uprooting for the erstwhile closely knit family to see the mother take off for a more lucrative occupation in distant shores.
She counted the days and the hours until her stint lapsed to the renewal stage when she could go home for a visit. Her boss tried to make her stay by saying if she signed up for an extension on the spot she would be entitled to receive a substantial bonus. She thought twice about the prospects as the incentive amount could hasten the building of the nest egg. During a long distance talk with her darling boy who pleaded with her to come home, she decided that family bonding was more important this time than economic investment
It was a hectic affair of cheerful send offs from office colleagues who wished her well then strained her airline baggage allowance to the limit with their own packets for delivery to their respective families back home. Last minute shopping for homecoming gifts for the extended family network plus the giveaways for the neighbors and friends built up to the nerve wracking ordeal of having to pack them in boxes that needed to be weighed and measured to conform to official airport dimensions and limits.
Then she was finally on the plane winging for home. She tried to get a wink but couldn’t out of creeping excitement to see her favorite boy and the rest of the family of course. It seems the flight counted for longer than the three years in the Emirate. She was half asleep but wide eyed like a zombie when Manila bay hovered into view by the canopy window. Tears streamed down her cheeks in relief, gladness, anticipation, and gratitude. She mumbled a silent prayer of thanksgiving to the Lord
The father brought a whole entourage of relatives and neighbors in a rented jeepney to the airport in Manila 10 hours travel north as a meet and greet band. Back in Iriga city, the Grandma who filled in to oversee the preparations for the grand welcome shooed off the young kid to the school bus with a promise of a big surprise awaiting him when he came home in the afternoon. The frenzied activity for the party struck a curious note in the expectant boy. The Game Boy his Mom was to hand carry back home as his gift danced in his head.
The tired caravan finally wobbled into the driveway with creaking tires at around 3 PM. The greetings were profuse all around and the weary returnee forgot her aching body and ran to the arms of her loved ones. She barely touched the lavish display of comfort food set on the table in her over excitement. “Where’s Junior?” She craned in all directions to search for her beloved first born. “We decided he should not miss school but don’t worry he is due to arrive any minute now on the school bus”, Grandma explained.
“I’m going to meet him at the bus stop at the corner and surprise him.” She dropped all her unopened stuff in the care of the Grand mom and took off with a bunch of nieces and nephews tugging merrily along. The reason for all her sacrifice was finally coming for a long awaited reunion and she couldn’t wait to catch a glimpse of him as he disembarked from the school bus jeep that delivered him in front of the corner store.
Junior saw her as his school bus approached the stop. “My Mama, Mom,” he shouted and dragged his bag to the exit in his haste to debark and run to his waving mother across the street. Both were ecstatic with joy at the sight of each other. The whole coterie burst out in cheers.
The jubilant boy ran blindly across the street. The mother spied the oncoming car too late by her peripheral vision and opened her mouth in an attempt to yell to warn him but no sound emanated. Screams punctured the scene as the joy descended to horror. The car’s driver jammed on the brakes in a desperate effort to avert the collision but by the vehicle’s momentum it careened forward another ten meters to drag the boy’s lifeless body along.
The mother couldn’t move from the disbelief and the shock. The sun glistened so brightly on her face and the God she knew was up there seemed nowhere within reach to come to her succor now in this dire moment of an ironic twist of fate. All sound disappeared. Everything moved in eerie pantomime. The father’s mask of disconsolation didn’t register with accompanying real life turbulence. The boy’s mangled body under the bloody tires and the smeared welts on the sun baked pavement seemed to belong to another world.
The Abba Krishna heard her cries of anguish thru His psychic channels. The lapping of solar flares and storms in His Creation have predictable patterns with unscripted lives of their own. This one time in the blue planet earth a few latitudes above the equator such a tragic occurrence ravaged a faithful follower who lived an exemplary life of sacrifice in which the Abba Krishna formed a central part of.
The Abba Krishna consoled the woman’s consciousness and cuddled it in His Bosom and brought it to a parallel dimension where no such accident occurred.
The woman showered kisses on her little one with tears of sheer joy as they clinched in front of the convenience store while she fervently mumbled thanksgiving to the God in her heart.
For more inspiring writings by Jose Roxas Leveriza AKA Mahatma Ghanid about the Abba Krishna please click on the title links given below:
The Ara and Valerie Gang Bang the Gong and Sandwich Pacman’s Hard On the Wallet Thrilla in Nevada Between Their Busy Skeds
Wild Card is Really.
Slam Bang Orgy and Free for All Showdown Is Preceded By A No Holds Barred Pillow Fight Prior to the First Bell at The Opulent Wynn’s Casino in Las Vegas. In the Aftermath of the Grueling Tit for Tit or Tête-à-tête Where Knock Ups and Not Knockdowns Count, the Action Shifts to the Center Ring at Daybreak Where Pacquiao Tries to Rustle Up His Last Remaining Ounce of Strength to Go Toe to Toe with a Highly Volatile Hatton Whose Monkish Training Philosophy Swings to the Opposite End of the Pendulum Whereby Sex and Women Are Banned During the Last Six Months of Rigorous Conditioning.
So who’s gonna give first, Pacquiao drained of every drop of spermatozoa or Hatton who’s ready to burst with a volcanic eruption?
Will a low blow from Pacquiao give Hatton a mid ring wet dream?
Dear Sir Ricky Hatton You Should Just Have Stayed in London To Mind Your Own Baton
You Have the Gall to Think You Can Box Your Way To Find A Chink In Pacquiao’s Armor of Zinc
Too Bad the Girls Got There First To Plug Some Holes Which Ooze the Juice Of the Pound for Pound Boxing Best
London Bridge Is Falling Down Before the Eighth Round and So Will Hatton Floyd Mayweather Here We Come
Socking Blows, Jabs, and Crunching Clinches Beef Up Manny’s Arsenal, Perk His Game and Sop His Brain Courtesy of Ara Mina
Did you know that Ara is a mean fitness Guru Who taught Freddie Roach one thing or two She brought deadliness to Pacquiao’s end game Which make the dead stand up whence he came
Now she’s part of the sizzling gravy train After all the toxicity she was able to drain Her tonsils reeled from the stampeding rush To cry hoarsely to cheer ‘Manny Omigosh’
It’s not fairness to roast Ara Mina with hilarity It’s not her fault she got thrown in with Manny They looked for a beauty to match star quality Her acting awards are known to all and sundry
She is one of the most beautiful in movie Manila Her bearing and polish are above showbiz hoopla She comes from a family politically well connected To sue my ass off if this comedy is not abated
Pardon me Miss Ara I have always been your fan You have to forgive this ambitious son of a gun I was only trying my best to create internet ripples For your movie in Amazon with no show of nipples
Miss you much since together we did that movie I thought then that Manny had eyes only for me Thought wrongly I had to hurdle only wife Jinky Not to cross swords with my good friend Valerie
Can’t imagine what got us hooked to this Manny His dashing good looks plus tons of prize money Now they say he can buy all of General Santos And keep concubines in mansions in Palos Altos
Its touching when he prays in his corner to thank God Humility is his strength much more than the dollar wad Manny Pacquiao raises his country with the great glory His countrymen find hope and faith with every victory
I asked him to back me in one daring concert venture I wanted to bring in Bono for a reunion with U2 Last minute he faxed me it can’t be the in near future He has to face Hatton in London so just screw U2
Hope this explanation spares Manny from the hell From the ire of Jinky his wife, his life’s true Belle We both were enamored by his spunk and bravado But both held off from creaming his green avocado
