We discuss with a friend the topic when Santa finally fulfilled all the wishes for all the years:
Ann: Do you think you’re half a day old, January 1st and you wake up on some deserted island (which you dreamed of when you know it) in the arms of such desires? I imagined... My heels were cooled... an island... a barbie, a railway and a car on the control, 99% of the population of the earth – dead (and not how it was to scream then, I want all the fools to die!)...
And the clothes! ?
You don’t need to be in your ass at 50 ?
Ann is WOW! by ROFL