Men grow bigger

xiaoxiao2021-03-06  157

1 year old: wearing the opening of the trousers to pee everywhere, the old man is proud of this.

2 years old: Running is fast than your grandmother, I want to see her look at my bowl behind it.

3 years old: I hope that my mother will not take me to the mask.

4 years old: Kindergarten is very fun, there are many girls, the most beautiful, because she wears glasses.

5 years old: I stared at TV every afternoon, I hope that I can become a transformer, who is, her ugly, and glasses.

6 years old: Mother let me sleep alone, why don't I sleep alone?

7 years old: I can finally learn, there is a big school bag, which is full of snacks.

8 years old: I can't go to school, don't you do a red scarf?

9 years old: I made a small fat, torn his clothes, and later he no longer grabbed my ball.

10 years old: Old, I took me out in the game chamber, and I would not think about it. I don't want to go home. I don't know why he is so angry. I played a day with a copper plate, and finally earned Two.

12 years old: This birthday is very grand, everyone gave me money, everyone is very happy, I took the opportunity to do my homework.

14 years old: I hide with a few boys behind smoking, there is no new idea, then it is so dirty. This year, I fly high, all my clothes were small, I like the truly "Nike" in the store.

16 years old: I have a dream at night, which is related to the naked woman. Large clear morning to Wash your bed. Go to school to see a beautiful girl, I don't know if the legs in her long skirt are beautiful.

18 years old: I have nothing to do with anyone, I can report it, I have not written love book, but I am falling in love with her 12 years old. I am a thoughtful person, I have a deep concern.

20 years old: and can be in the same university campus, but the good scene is not long, the sports department is a small knife than the kid of half the head, can't be a little girl, she loves the boy. Since then, I have a roller, my sadness is not known.

21 years old: I saw a yellow video in the first time. Darkness, I wanted to find a place to spit. Although the popular men in the city do not love, I still want to be a good man. The feelings are already small, and good men should have ambition.

22 years old: Find a good job than looking for a beautiful girl. The future is uncertain, the mood is mood, and an unknown dust woman has a night. No regrets.

24 years old: I have stood a feet in a company, then I have encountered two women, a beautiful dream lover, a good family background. I chose the latter.

26 years old: I regretted, the future of the old man in the past two years did not give me some help, I have to fight against my own. But it is too late, she is pregnant, this is a plot.

28 years old: The son is almost two years old, I don't love his mother, but I love him. Characters met with the woman who gave up, she was still beautiful, and unmarried, my heart hurts. That night, I drank more at the bar.

30 years old: finally got a small seat of a department manager, you can call the rain for more than a dozen people. Wear gray suit, play brand tie. Going back to the family and rushing his wife, then I am welcome to you. I have no longer make love with her for a long time, the excuse is too tired, and the physiological needs need never to solve the outside.

32 years old: With a marriage, the other party is a little girl, only 23 years old, just graduated from college. Now the girl, dare to make dare to be, brave and go straight to the style. But the good is not long, the wife finally knows, just forced to die, the little girl dismisses, goes up, no back. I don't want to divorce because my son. 40 years old: life has not changed again, day after day. Every little thing for my son is not the appetite of my appetite. I don't study hard. I will talk about love, but I can't manage him. He is already very high, you can say it. The only dream of doing is 5 million in the lottery ticket, then buy a car, his wife does not change - it is used to it.

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