" A little clearer," Eddie said as he put his hands on his hips andglared at his wife."Wow, I look good when I do that too." I give up!" Eddie shouted...as he threw his hands up in the air."What's the matter, dear?" What's the matter? This is what the matter is," Eddie said as hesqueezed his wife's ample bosom that rested on his chest."Oh, come on, there's worse things than being me." I didn't say there wasn't. I just don't want to be you." Why? Are you too good to be me?"Eddie paused as he. Ye meri pahli kahani hai pls mujhe feedback jaoor dena.. Pahle mai apne baare me bata du..mai 9.5″height fair complexioned and avearge built ladka hu..haan mere personality ki sabse badi speciality ye hai ki upar wale ne mujhe 10 inch lumba lund de diya hai..ab kahana batata hu..mai u.p me allahabad me rahkar padhta tha..jabki mera ghar ayodhya faizabad me hai..baat winter 2007 ki hai ..allahabad se sabere 06:30 pm baje ek train chal kar raat ko faizabad pahuchati hai..mai bhi ghar jaane k liye. So? What happened? What about Rockefeller? Who's he? Go on Charlie."A young woman, a student in a long skirt, entered the classroom and handed him a pink note. He read it and shook his head. "Tell them on my free period, hour and a half from now." Hm, felt a twinge in his leg, very strange.She left with her note, and the eyes of several boys followed her."Where were we, oh, Rockefeller. Jimbo, what business was he in? Pretty famous name, Rockefeller." He wrote it on the whiteboard. "Rich man,. ."⦁ "Tom, I'm having some thoughts like that too, but please, let me finish..." ⦁ She said: ⦁ "But you have to sing a song for us in that dress, Sylvia, do you understand?" ⦁ "Did I understand? My mother loved Edith Piaf, had her picture up on the wall of her bedroom. She had been playing her music and singing her songs for me since I was little. I had the songs in my head before Denise posed the question. So there I was, a snotty, bratty little girl, not at all pretty, sixteen, in Edith.