Armani Sunglasses Men

Are these men's or female's sunglasses by Giorgio Armani?

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The number is "DY 394" by the way.

those are girl glasses.

=]

2008-11-09 17:33:54 by kk

Men's eyeglasses made by Armani are often classes, timeless and high-end. Look at Armani brand men's eyeglass frames withhelpful advice ...

Why do Egyptian men expect their women to be religious, pray 5 times and hijab. When they don't pray and they want to dress fancy in their Armani sunglasses. I don't understand? I am not complaining, I love my babe, but i'v noticed this a lot with Egyptian men, they dress cool and hip and don't pray and hang out in hookah lounges watch the soccer game, but they want a woman that hijabs and prays when they dont do that! hehe thanks in advance!
I am not having problems in my relationship, I just want some advise, we are more happier then most couples we know, But I tend to find Egyptian men more wanting their women to be more religious as opposed to Moroccan men they are pretty equal I know I have moroccan family.

I agree with u in this, I'm Muslim Egyptian, but not married,

But I asked b4 abt that , bcoz many friends i had , Like to have their own happy life , without thinking of their wives , Its bad mentality that i wish will be change soon,

But also , there are good married men who support their wives and who share with them thoughts , problems, happy moments,

I think it depends on each person , But Most of them are like what u said, Sorry to say that, but its the fact,

Wish u all the best,

I missed you all , Love you all,

2008-02-11 16:59:30 by Void

Made In: IMPORTED
Frame Size: 99-01-130mm
Gender: MEN'S

'S h i t...'

The tables have turned, I was about to depart from my double life as scum and anti-scum.

A bullet was about to go threw the orange lens of my $500 Armani sunglasses.

'Man these cost a lot of money; a lot of my money that I worked hard for, that I earned, and now there is a 6 meter hole in the right lens.'

It pierced my eye.

'Well that's a b i t c h, I have a hole in my favorite pair of sunglasses and now I am blind in my right eye. Can it get any worse?'

I felt more bullets going threw my body.
I fell into my $1000 glass coffee table from the June issue of IKEA magazine.

Then I thought, if some how there is someone reading this I want them to read it right, and have them read it like any normal book... from the beginning.



I was a depressed cop, on the verge of killing myself.
People said I looked said, they asked if I needed a shoulder to cry on. They were acting like I was a 16 year old girl getting dumped.
I passed my depression off as 'Insomnia.' or a fake goldfish, dying in it's fake water bowl. They believed me, and left me alone.

If I wasn't on duty for patrol, I would check my e-mail.


'You have won the most fake lottery ever sent threw the internet!!!!
Please give us all your information, so we can ruin your life, make you homeless, orphan your children and take all your money that you have been saving up."


It astonished me on how much people would buy into that.

I would also get the occasional cheesy joke from Lura, or feminist lesbian secretary.



"Did you here about the horn of the bus that was trying to worn the deaf man crossing the street?
Neither did the deaf man."

I chuckled.

I scrolled down threw all the p o r n sites and websites that wanted to make my dick bigger.

I replied to them with
'I don't think it can get any bigger.'


Then I saw it, the e-mail that would change my life forever.

'Hello,
Two years ago a man named Tyler Ridgehart, was set free.
You may remember him as the man who killed your sister, and bragged about it in court.
He only got 5 out of the 10 years he was so post to serve. He got out on good behavior.
You know more then anybody else that the system doesn't work.

come to this address listed below.

1596 Lake St.
Building A
Floor 3

If you choose to come, there will be more information regarding your mission.

Sincerely,
Some One Who Cares'

There was to return address, for me to reply. No information about the man and or woman behind this e-mail.
How could I trust a wall of text, to go to some building that for all I now is a closed down, penis enlargement factory.
But I had a gut feeling, this person wants to help me, if they didn't then they would have just sent me a fake lottery.







The next day, I took a sick day. The first sick day I have taken in 15 years. I didn't take a sick day for the funeral of my sister. I didn't take a sick day when my son was born. I didn't take a sick day when my wife left me for our 20 year old Pool Boy.
But I am taking a sick day to see if I will be set up our will actually bring justice.

I looked at the building that bestowed upon my sight. I looked at the worn out letters, that one time in another spelled out "Charline Motel"
There was a note on the door had my initials
"R.M."
I opened it, and all it said was

'Go Inside.'

I went inside, only to discover the smell of yesterdays hooker and today's crack deal gone wrong. I went to the clerk. He had a name tag that said "Truck."

" Whats you want?" asked Truck.
"Where is Floor 3?"
"Oh, you must be R. Macky, is that correct?"
"Yeah."
"Some guy stopped by and told me to give this to you."

In his hand was a box, with Duck Tape holding it together.

"By the way, take that elevator to Floor 3."

I didn't reply, I could care less. I was a cop, I could figure it out on my own.
I went into the elevator, it smelled of old beer and the rusty smell of a hookers snutch.
My eyes looked for the the 3 button, there is was covered in scum bacteria.
As the elevator went up, my heart went down, waiting for fate to give me its hand to salvation.

The elevator door opened.

' Here we go, life or death,'

'Hopefully death.'

that's really good!

apart from a few grammar mistakes, but that can easily be sorted =]

2009-07-16 09:43:28 by Buddy Jesus [T]

Price: $210.00 $136.30

A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie, leans out of the window and asks the shepherd, “If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?”

The shepherd looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing flock and calmly answers, “Sure. Why not?”

The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, surfs to a NASA page on the internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany.
Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses a MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with hundreds of complex formulas. He uploads all of this data via an email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response. Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer and finally turns to the shepherd and says, “You have exactly 1586 sheep.”

“That’s right. Well, I guess you can take one of my sheep.” says the shepherd. He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on amused as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car.

Then the shepherd says to the young man, “Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my sheep?
The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, “Okay, why not?”

“You’re a consultant.” says the shepherd.

“Wow! That’s correct,” says the yuppie, “but how did you guess that?”

“No guessing required.” answers the shepherd. “You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked; and you don’t know crap about my business. . . ”

"NOW GIVE ME BACK MY DOG!!!”

funny. :)

2007-01-29 19:40:50 by (:ßlue Ðesert:)

A shepherd was herding his flock in a remote pasture when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced out of a dust cloud towards him. The driver, a young man in an Armani suit, Gucci shoes, Ray Ban sunglasses and YSL tie (Corb), leans out the window and asks the shepherd, “If I tell you exactly how many sheep you have in your flock, will you give me one?” The shepherd looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing flock and calmly answers, “Sure. Why not?” The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his AT&T cell phone, surfs to a NASA page on the internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite navigation system to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo. The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg, Germany. Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the

that the what???

2006-12-07 12:41:43 by lilsstren