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Relations d’homme à homme: Légal
Relations d’homme à homme punies: Pas de loi
Relations de femme à femme: Légal
Âge de consentement: Égalité entre hétérosexuels et homosexuels
Mariage et substituts du mariage: Pas de loi

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Gadha (vivant actuellement en/au BELARUS) publié par lecteurs on 09/10/2013
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J6p's Trucking porn shot of the NT. road train reminded me.In the early senivtees, before cyclone Tracy, while working in Darwin, one of our group of delinquents was teaching his girlfriend to drive. She developed this bad habit of putting on the brake before pushing in the clutch every time she came to stop and stall the car .it was driving her boyfriend mad so he insisted she repeat this mantra every time before she came to a situation that demanded a stop Foot off the accelerator..push in the clutch..foot on the brake! ..repeat, repeat, repeat,repeat .till she would actually speak the words as she did the action ..great!Till one day, she driving, on a trip to the Alice they come flying over a hill somewhere near Adelaide River to be met with the enormous rear trailer of one of those enormous road trains they had up there in the Territory in those days, creeping down the hill .the situation demanded emergency braking Putonthebrakesputonthebrakesputonthebrakes! he yelled .she, remaining cool to her training, slowly repeated the words of the indoctrinated mantra..; foot off the accelerator, push in the clutch .whammm! .right into the trailer no-one was hurt at all, but the bonnet of the car was wedged under the rear of the trailer and the road-train being so long, it soon became obvious the driver didn't even feel the accident at his rear! .The boyfriend had to clamber out of the car and in nothing but his thongs and shorts race down the length of the train to wave the driver down before the bottom of the hill .He was not fit he was only just sober (You would have to go a long way to find a fit, sober, unstoned man in Darwin in those days!) and for many a month, whenever we saw him and her coming up the drive to the flats, someone would slip on that Steppenwolf song.. Born To Be Wild just at that place where it sings driving down the highway..looking for adventure Yeah..orright,orright! he'd say.
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Gadha (vivant actuellement en/au BELARUS) publié par lecteurs on 09/10/2013
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J6p's Trucking porn shot of the NT. road train reminded me.In the early senivtees, before cyclone Tracy, while working in Darwin, one of our group of delinquents was teaching his girlfriend to drive. She developed this bad habit of putting on the brake before pushing in the clutch every time she came to stop and stall the car .it was driving her boyfriend mad so he insisted she repeat this mantra every time before she came to a situation that demanded a stop Foot off the accelerator..push in the clutch..foot on the brake! ..repeat, repeat, repeat,repeat .till she would actually speak the words as she did the action ..great!Till one day, she driving, on a trip to the Alice they come flying over a hill somewhere near Adelaide River to be met with the enormous rear trailer of one of those enormous road trains they had up there in the Territory in those days, creeping down the hill .the situation demanded emergency braking Putonthebrakesputonthebrakesputonthebrakes! he yelled .she, remaining cool to her training, slowly repeated the words of the indoctrinated mantra..; foot off the accelerator, push in the clutch .whammm! .right into the trailer no-one was hurt at all, but the bonnet of the car was wedged under the rear of the trailer and the road-train being so long, it soon became obvious the driver didn't even feel the accident at his rear! .The boyfriend had to clamber out of the car and in nothing but his thongs and shorts race down the length of the train to wave the driver down before the bottom of the hill .He was not fit he was only just sober (You would have to go a long way to find a fit, sober, unstoned man in Darwin in those days!) and for many a month, whenever we saw him and her coming up the drive to the flats, someone would slip on that Steppenwolf song.. Born To Be Wild just at that place where it sings driving down the highway..looking for adventure Yeah..orright,orright! he'd say.
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