Philosophy from discount
How do you do not happen on the island of the famous sometimes? There's the likes of which I had already appreciated Giucas Box Restaurant where they gave us a very respectable performance, a maximum Chavarro that makes so much pain and Vladimir Luxuria which should be preserved because it would seem the only member of the left remained in circulation.
few days ago I talked about Carlo Capponi which is now officially my example in daily life (call everyone to see the deeds, it is worth). Even though her niece lied to me and letting me believe that Charles was in fact the vice-rector of Unibo, I can not make the crap shoot to pay his uncle by his nephew. Helvetic also a mentor.
giving an eye to the other competitors, I am on a Venetian boy whose face I was new to shit. Oh well, I said to myself, I veneto, veneto ... he will be the syndrome of the patriot. Or do not know, seems to half Iaquinta will be for that.
No! Today
office lighting!
who lives in Northeast Italy and is keen to remind local networks battered an advertisement for a transport company ( Levio Loris ) where a girl looks forward to the clock on the wall of his office, which marks the second time to a fake Such Great Heights Postal Service . Suddenly a truck is coming from a guy who falls Pettoruto pettinatissimo telling a joke and half in the Venetian dialect. Among the seriousness of the setting and the joke of the type that the ad is really breaking. Obviously, this type is that the island Daniele Bressan . Ok
one can say, "and who cares ce'o nun put it?"
trying to explain in other words, the island of the famous celebrities who do not know any more famous.
What is fame?
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
Movies Salieri Online
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Sunday, September 28, 2008
Is It Safe To Masterbate With A Banana
Ramanzini
God damn you, damn. I'm sorry to see you so dear Pierluigi Diaco. I do not particularly like eh, but in fact you have a year older than me by at least six years and collaborates with the young master sheet of Ferrara (who call you often to 8 and 1 / 2), and you wrote for Panorama Capital (which it's all a say, but oh well), and TMC worked on the radio, and you were one of the first faces of SkyTg24. We considered one of the future ambassadors of the intelligentsia right, at least deserve the respect. Admirable when you left because you by Sky imposed certain constraints, ending on Channel Italy broadcaster known for the large space that allows to smooth, to get your honest program from deepening. Brave, fuck. Courageous.
And now? What I've become? And then what?
Realize you're the commentator in 76 ports of call hosted by DJ Frank, DJ Francis repeat. The son of one of Pooh, Pooh repeat.
But you do not stop. What which is now even more chilling. Yesterday
dug at random and I glimpsed between the opinion of the new C & Costanzo monster, a freak in between Friends, Good Friday and Forums. It should be the debutantes' ball dall'affiatatissima pair led by Rita Garrison Church and the miracle. No comment on the program, I'm still thrilled.
The fault is yours, however, if yesterday I was so depressed after I saw you, I devoured "A Perfect Love" with Cremonini. Back
fuck you, do not you most cardiac arrest.
ha!
And now? What I've become? And then what?
Realize you're the commentator in 76 ports of call hosted by DJ Frank, DJ Francis repeat. The son of one of Pooh, Pooh repeat.
But you do not stop. What which is now even more chilling. Yesterday
dug at random and I glimpsed between the opinion of the new C & Costanzo monster, a freak in between Friends, Good Friday and Forums. It should be the debutantes' ball dall'affiatatissima pair led by Rita Garrison Church and the miracle. No comment on the program, I'm still thrilled.
The fault is yours, however, if yesterday I was so depressed after I saw you, I devoured "A Perfect Love" with Cremonini. Back
fuck you, do not you most cardiac arrest.
ha!
Friday, September 26, 2008
The Verification Of A Known Dll
flies
universe of my madness I have a new theory to me people
flies.
So what's wrong with reality
disabitudine
only have to say.
after you I'm not dead nor cured
but I tried, it was my right
and did not help.
And I dressed like an idiot dressed in my head
no one invited me to her party.
People
flies
flies and I'm in too deep
love
flies and fly
me and I feel, I feel down.
Love
flies and fly
and you were not there already more.
On the back of my life
proof innocent
any call love a love that does not give a damn about me.
It breaks my heart but I do not feel
drown I do not want to drink or to speak
because I love to talk about
and I think that maybe people really.
Fly
flies
and I'm in too deep.
Love
flies and fly
and I feel I'm feeling down.
Love
flies flies
and you were not there already more.
In the basement of my reason
there is hope that you return
's just a worm, uses
day but who knows? Perhaps my love
Fly
and I already feel more at.
Fly
and fly and you are not there anymore.
Love
flies and fly
me and I already feel more at.
universe of my madness I have a new theory to me people
flies.
So what's wrong with reality
disabitudine
only have to say.
after you I'm not dead nor cured
but I tried, it was my right
and did not help.
And I dressed like an idiot dressed in my head
no one invited me to her party.
People
flies
flies and I'm in too deep
love
flies and fly
me and I feel, I feel down.
Love
flies and fly
and you were not there already more.
On the back of my life
proof innocent
any call love a love that does not give a damn about me.
It breaks my heart but I do not feel
drown I do not want to drink or to speak
because I love to talk about
and I think that maybe people really.
Fly
flies
and I'm in too deep.
Love
flies and fly
and I feel I'm feeling down.
Love
flies flies
and you were not there already more.
In the basement of my reason
there is hope that you return
's just a worm, uses
day but who knows? Perhaps my love
Fly
and I already feel more at.
Fly
and fly and you are not there anymore.
Love
flies and fly
me and I already feel more at.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
If Someone Is Like A Rubber Band
Very light Coen vomiting
Eh oh well at some point the microphone fits well wide.
to work!
Eh oh well at some point the microphone fits well wide.
to work!
How Do You Use A Vibertor
my latest work .. good read:)
RESPECT
is night and are in bed when there he was again.
damn cat.
think you can get into my garden and act as if I was not there but they're wrong.
expected to be dark to come forward on the road when the trees cast their long shadows and the clouds darken the moon.
believed invisible, unbeatable, superior.
is believed to be the master, and behaves as such, has no respect for property of others.
what it will be me then?
I have done nothing .. NOTHING!
went to disturb my neighbor instead.
that is not a good man. is not like me.
I respect, has been telling my wife.
the other hand does nothing but put his music loud and sing loudly
.
smokes his cigarettes filled with drugs and go around the house naked.
good when I see him pass in front of windows.
I see it all. I spent a fortune but it was worth it, I am happy to see how things are.
is important.
still that meow!
can not stay in bed if nothing had happened.
I should go out and scare the damn cat, send him away.
but I can not get out of bed we risk waking her up.
not at all respectful.
okay I'm scared, I admit.
afraid of his cold eyes and its claws.
but especially the fact that I'm sure you do not scare me at all and even challenge.
mine is a bluff and he raises.
that most cowardly they are.
he has discovered it and now takes advantage.
BUT WHAT 'THAT YOU WANT FROM ME BASTARD?
kill me? judge me? keep me awake until I go mad?
I do not deserve to be sure, than I am.
ask my wife and hear what it says.
if I still want good after all these years just because I'm the one who has respect.
no, I can not stay in bed.
I rise slowly to keep the noise down and wearing her robe.
go to the closet trying not to rustle too slippers.
than I am.
doors creak open without and within, in the right corner, there's my gun.
grabbed him and stroked him lovingly, thinking that I can finally sleep.
take a handful of cartridges from the box and I head to the window.
look down and there it is.
goes quietly back and forth in my garden.
no respect.
black, big and bad as the night.
if it were not for his agile movements could be mistaken for a small dog.
lift my glass and I support the arm on the sill.
a cool breeze and sharp bursts into the room, but force me to ignore it.
I put a cartridge in the magazine, I push the stock firmly against the shoulder and approached the eye to the viewfinder.
the light coming from the windows of my neighbor's house across the street bothers me a bit 'but I can still frame the beast and keep it under fire.
as every night they will be happening in quell'abitazione things that not even want to think.
a hiss and a burst behind me interrupted my thoughts.
woke up and became aware of what I'm doing.
"your money on the table clothes and go .." I say.
picks up her clothes from the floor with speed and after having launched a last worried look opens the door and leaves.
I can not blame her. I also would have to leave quickly if someone were to ask me armed with a sniper rifle.
cost me a fortune but it was worth it, is important.
here she comes out of my house and starts running down the sidewalk. running from her pimp.
heels make exaggerated gait quite ridiculous and I lose a smile. The
in the viewfinder and remove the Safe.
my index finger tickling the trigger.
notify the police?
I will create problems?
not think so, I felt like a girl right.
one that has respect.
I let it go and get back to the cat.
him I aim and watches as she licks a paw and then he passes on his face.
just when I'm under fire and to fire turns and stares at me.
his eyes are pits blacks as his coat and looking at me defiantly.
NOT AFRAID!
lower the rifle to clean the face with the sleeve of her robe.
are bathed in sweat.
is unnerving.
the beast decided to disrespect.
as my neighbor.
just like he did.
embrace of the new rifle and frame the windows.
switch from one to another as I think back to what he told my wife before leaving.
said that I should not take and that these things happen.
I still want good but things have changed.
that adults must accept and adapt.
I estimate it, because I am one who has respect.
then went on, with the ease with which you snap your fingers.
he was waiting on the opposite side of the road, on the threshold of his house.
tank top and with that animalistic grin on his face.
no respect.
and now there he was, at the center of my viewfinder.
naked as his usual, with his physical gym and his tattoos.
with that of a monkey swinging.
his square jaw and swollen legs and hairy like those of a bear.
with those shoulders and that huge dick that I could blow up like a melon if you just pressed the trigger right now.
a slight pressure and the armored bullet would start at full speed along the barrel, forced out into the night with a flash and a bang, instantly would cross the road cutting through the air, breaking the glass of his window as if there were not, would reach the huge dick and detach it to him by the neck.
christ, I guess maybe that beast would be standing a few seconds before to realize that he is dead and fall to the floor in a pool of blood.
I really curious to see it.
but I can not.
imperceptibly move the gun frame it and she hugs him and laughs.
beautiful as the day we were married.
and laughs just like then.
has eyes that light enthusiastic front of the priest when he looked at me and said
"I do".
vile and dishonest a tear escapes my self and I ran away down his face from chin to drop down and finish on the floor.
I can not.
am one who has respect, I do.
in wealth and poverty, in health and disease.
and then of course in happiness and despair, in unity and separation.
or not?
the cat keeps meowing but I can not remove your eyes from what happens in the other house.
he has raised without apparent effort and is leading in the bedroom.
see them disappear and reappear in the window the next.
follow their movements and see it all, as I do now for over a month.
is important.
the bedroom is easy to recognize because the light that illuminates the window is red.
I'm sure that somewhere there is also a big mirror.
perhaps on the ceiling.
the doctor said it is wrong to fixate on the details.
that keeps me from the trauma and move forward.
with all the money I did not understand that he marched me to see and know is important.
how could I be sure you still love my wife if I refuse to accept reality?
would be foolish to profess my love without being conscious of what goes on in that house.
I love you, Kate.
love you like the first day I saw you.
and how when I told you that Sunday morning at the lake, after you've pretended to run away and made you chase.
love you the same way even now that he'll drop her on the waterbed.
even now, as you tear away the silk nightgown that I gave you last Christmas and throws it away before salirti above.
I love you and I keep in the viewfinder the nape of that arrogant gorilla and a second tear trickles down. Kate
you understand how much I love you? can you tell?
I get up and rush outside.
perhaps sfonderò dell'energumeno the door and take back home to Kate.
or defy him to come down and fight for her.
perhaps seeing me beaten up my wife would realize that one can not ever love me as.
the grass is cold and wet under my bare feet.
me after a few strides in front of him is the black cat.
his eyes stopped me where I am.
remain there for a few minutes without taking breath, but able to move: an adult man in his pajamas, dressing gown and bare feet with a sniper rifle on his shoulder at night in front of the biggest black cat who has never seen in living memory.
if I had my heart torn by grief and agony probably makes me laugh.
and then I hear the sirens.
obviously had no respect for the girl as I thought and called the police.
think what now my Kate?
when you take me away in handcuffs and pajamas will stop loving me?
lose his respect?
certainly think I'm one who has no respect.
I sit resting his rifle on his knees while the cat takes over the routine of his ablutions.
black as my conscience.
as the hearts of men.
the cops around me investment with the bundles of their flashlights and yelling to throw the gun.
approaching with guns drawn, from the shelter of a tree to the next tightening the circle with caution.
I'm not afraid.
I point the gun barrel under his chin and launch one last look at the window.
Kate is there watching me, wrapped in a blanket while the caveman's left behind with his arms folded and his usual grin, so recognizable even from this distance.
the black cat is gone, if it ever really existed. Kate
goodbye, I respect your choice as you see.
pull the trigger.
do not understand why the bitch is gone away, slamming the door.
that failed ex-husband blew his brains out below. So what?
you, ok so I'm sorry. but I got to do what the fuck?
I only asked if he felt good and if you would fuck.
wanted to be considerate.
and instead she looked at me like I was crazy.
a minute later he was gone, gone without a word.
psychopathic bitch.
God makes them and then pairing them, I say.
if at least the fucking beast of the plant meow I could sleep, tomorrow I have a busy day.
damn cat.
alessio
RESPECT
is night and are in bed when there he was again.
damn cat.
think you can get into my garden and act as if I was not there but they're wrong.
expected to be dark to come forward on the road when the trees cast their long shadows and the clouds darken the moon.
believed invisible, unbeatable, superior.
is believed to be the master, and behaves as such, has no respect for property of others.
what it will be me then?
I have done nothing .. NOTHING!
went to disturb my neighbor instead.
that is not a good man. is not like me.
I respect, has been telling my wife.
the other hand does nothing but put his music loud and sing loudly
.
smokes his cigarettes filled with drugs and go around the house naked.
good when I see him pass in front of windows.
I see it all. I spent a fortune but it was worth it, I am happy to see how things are.
is important.
still that meow!
can not stay in bed if nothing had happened.
I should go out and scare the damn cat, send him away.
but I can not get out of bed we risk waking her up.
not at all respectful.
okay I'm scared, I admit.
afraid of his cold eyes and its claws.
but especially the fact that I'm sure you do not scare me at all and even challenge.
mine is a bluff and he raises.
that most cowardly they are.
he has discovered it and now takes advantage.
BUT WHAT 'THAT YOU WANT FROM ME BASTARD?
kill me? judge me? keep me awake until I go mad?
I do not deserve to be sure, than I am.
ask my wife and hear what it says.
if I still want good after all these years just because I'm the one who has respect.
no, I can not stay in bed.
I rise slowly to keep the noise down and wearing her robe.
go to the closet trying not to rustle too slippers.
than I am.
doors creak open without and within, in the right corner, there's my gun.
grabbed him and stroked him lovingly, thinking that I can finally sleep.
take a handful of cartridges from the box and I head to the window.
look down and there it is.
goes quietly back and forth in my garden.
no respect.
black, big and bad as the night.
if it were not for his agile movements could be mistaken for a small dog.
lift my glass and I support the arm on the sill.
a cool breeze and sharp bursts into the room, but force me to ignore it.
I put a cartridge in the magazine, I push the stock firmly against the shoulder and approached the eye to the viewfinder.
the light coming from the windows of my neighbor's house across the street bothers me a bit 'but I can still frame the beast and keep it under fire.
as every night they will be happening in quell'abitazione things that not even want to think.
a hiss and a burst behind me interrupted my thoughts.
woke up and became aware of what I'm doing.
"your money on the table clothes and go .." I say.
picks up her clothes from the floor with speed and after having launched a last worried look opens the door and leaves.
I can not blame her. I also would have to leave quickly if someone were to ask me armed with a sniper rifle.
cost me a fortune but it was worth it, is important.
here she comes out of my house and starts running down the sidewalk. running from her pimp.
heels make exaggerated gait quite ridiculous and I lose a smile. The
in the viewfinder and remove the Safe.
my index finger tickling the trigger.
notify the police?
I will create problems?
not think so, I felt like a girl right.
one that has respect.
I let it go and get back to the cat.
him I aim and watches as she licks a paw and then he passes on his face.
just when I'm under fire and to fire turns and stares at me.
his eyes are pits blacks as his coat and looking at me defiantly.
NOT AFRAID!
lower the rifle to clean the face with the sleeve of her robe.
are bathed in sweat.
is unnerving.
the beast decided to disrespect.
as my neighbor.
just like he did.
embrace of the new rifle and frame the windows.
switch from one to another as I think back to what he told my wife before leaving.
said that I should not take and that these things happen.
I still want good but things have changed.
that adults must accept and adapt.
I estimate it, because I am one who has respect.
then went on, with the ease with which you snap your fingers.
he was waiting on the opposite side of the road, on the threshold of his house.
tank top and with that animalistic grin on his face.
no respect.
and now there he was, at the center of my viewfinder.
naked as his usual, with his physical gym and his tattoos.
with that of a monkey swinging.
his square jaw and swollen legs and hairy like those of a bear.
with those shoulders and that huge dick that I could blow up like a melon if you just pressed the trigger right now.
a slight pressure and the armored bullet would start at full speed along the barrel, forced out into the night with a flash and a bang, instantly would cross the road cutting through the air, breaking the glass of his window as if there were not, would reach the huge dick and detach it to him by the neck.
christ, I guess maybe that beast would be standing a few seconds before to realize that he is dead and fall to the floor in a pool of blood.
I really curious to see it.
but I can not.
imperceptibly move the gun frame it and she hugs him and laughs.
beautiful as the day we were married.
and laughs just like then.
has eyes that light enthusiastic front of the priest when he looked at me and said
"I do".
vile and dishonest a tear escapes my self and I ran away down his face from chin to drop down and finish on the floor.
I can not.
am one who has respect, I do.
in wealth and poverty, in health and disease.
and then of course in happiness and despair, in unity and separation.
or not?
the cat keeps meowing but I can not remove your eyes from what happens in the other house.
he has raised without apparent effort and is leading in the bedroom.
see them disappear and reappear in the window the next.
follow their movements and see it all, as I do now for over a month.
is important.
the bedroom is easy to recognize because the light that illuminates the window is red.
I'm sure that somewhere there is also a big mirror.
perhaps on the ceiling.
the doctor said it is wrong to fixate on the details.
that keeps me from the trauma and move forward.
with all the money I did not understand that he marched me to see and know is important.
how could I be sure you still love my wife if I refuse to accept reality?
would be foolish to profess my love without being conscious of what goes on in that house.
I love you, Kate.
love you like the first day I saw you.
and how when I told you that Sunday morning at the lake, after you've pretended to run away and made you chase.
love you the same way even now that he'll drop her on the waterbed.
even now, as you tear away the silk nightgown that I gave you last Christmas and throws it away before salirti above.
I love you and I keep in the viewfinder the nape of that arrogant gorilla and a second tear trickles down. Kate
you understand how much I love you? can you tell?
I get up and rush outside.
perhaps sfonderò dell'energumeno the door and take back home to Kate.
or defy him to come down and fight for her.
perhaps seeing me beaten up my wife would realize that one can not ever love me as.
the grass is cold and wet under my bare feet.
me after a few strides in front of him is the black cat.
his eyes stopped me where I am.
remain there for a few minutes without taking breath, but able to move: an adult man in his pajamas, dressing gown and bare feet with a sniper rifle on his shoulder at night in front of the biggest black cat who has never seen in living memory.
if I had my heart torn by grief and agony probably makes me laugh.
and then I hear the sirens.
obviously had no respect for the girl as I thought and called the police.
think what now my Kate?
when you take me away in handcuffs and pajamas will stop loving me?
lose his respect?
certainly think I'm one who has no respect.
I sit resting his rifle on his knees while the cat takes over the routine of his ablutions.
black as my conscience.
as the hearts of men.
the cops around me investment with the bundles of their flashlights and yelling to throw the gun.
approaching with guns drawn, from the shelter of a tree to the next tightening the circle with caution.
I'm not afraid.
I point the gun barrel under his chin and launch one last look at the window.
Kate is there watching me, wrapped in a blanket while the caveman's left behind with his arms folded and his usual grin, so recognizable even from this distance.
the black cat is gone, if it ever really existed. Kate
goodbye, I respect your choice as you see.
pull the trigger.
do not understand why the bitch is gone away, slamming the door.
that failed ex-husband blew his brains out below. So what?
you, ok so I'm sorry. but I got to do what the fuck?
I only asked if he felt good and if you would fuck.
wanted to be considerate.
and instead she looked at me like I was crazy.
a minute later he was gone, gone without a word.
psychopathic bitch.
God makes them and then pairing them, I say.
if at least the fucking beast of the plant meow I could sleep, tomorrow I have a busy day.
damn cat.
alessio
Monday, September 22, 2008
Female Nipple Piercing
Become illogical now Terminal disease
Hey guys, have in common the pianos Bontempi, Simona Ventura and the University of Bologna?
give up? Ok!
Tonight, after almost two hours of the Infidel , I also flashed the famous island to shoot a little way to defuse the climate cernevalesco Gad that only gives us.
Ben I run directly into a phenomenon that ca (r) play the role of pisco "relative of the competitor that changes in opinion." figure common to all reality a little more crafty than to secure a future fruit (several months) in Mediaset.
I go back to a ... 7 ... 8 years ago while working as a salesman of pianos Bontempi
the Shopping Center Bologna. The same shopping center from which Berlusconi announced his descent into the field back in '93.
quell'ipermercato worked in for twenty days before Christmas (the only period in which you can place the pianos priced plastic photonic) and between fooling around, just pianos , Diamon light and batteries, socializzai with a bang with people, promoters and employees hypermarket. Among them there was also a guy riccoluto. What the fuck is that curly "relative the competitor that changes in opinions "that I was revealed to the island tonight and speak animatedly with Ventura.
In one of the evenings when we left (I'm trying to retrieve the remote past and urge everyone to do ) I remember the curly told me about his uncle was telling me that the pro-rector of the University of Bologna boasted of being able to park a car in Via Zamboni, where the hell he wanted. Pro-rector
mmmmmmm ... I said ...
Well I do not know if she failed to enter the pro-rector of experience in his CV, what is certain is that the relative in question is this concorrentino here .
PS I remember one night we went (again with the types of mall) at the club's degrees and was also UM . To make me cool and U after a sufficient amount of red, we offered to us for a jam session with some guys who played that night in the room. After 15 seconds flat when I picked up from the Low kindly lent me by a caring member of the group, broke the MI. Now who has a clue what it means to break that string, you know very well that is something that happens every shine. It was a jam session with insults, I remember.
PPSS During my period of exhausting the Shopping Center so I had to give information to Dodi Battaglia Pooh regarding the location of special lights for the Christmas tree.
PPPSSS No, just to point out that the curly type, I caught a competitor in a program on Rai Amadeus a few years ago. I'm not crazy, I swear. And 'I see him on TV really.
Hey guys, have in common the pianos Bontempi, Simona Ventura and the University of Bologna?
give up? Ok!
Tonight, after almost two hours of the Infidel , I also flashed the famous island to shoot a little way to defuse the climate cernevalesco Gad that only gives us.
Ben I run directly into a phenomenon that ca (r) play the role of pisco "relative of the competitor that changes in opinion." figure common to all reality a little more crafty than to secure a future fruit (several months) in Mediaset.
I go back to a ... 7 ... 8 years ago while working as a salesman of pianos Bontempi
the Shopping Center Bologna. The same shopping center from which Berlusconi announced his descent into the field back in '93.
quell'ipermercato worked in for twenty days before Christmas (the only period in which you can place the pianos priced plastic photonic) and between fooling around, just pianos , Diamon light and batteries, socializzai with a bang with people, promoters and employees hypermarket. Among them there was also a guy riccoluto. What the fuck is that curly "relative the competitor that changes in opinions "that I was revealed to the island tonight and speak animatedly with Ventura.
In one of the evenings when we left (I'm trying to retrieve the remote past and urge everyone to do ) I remember the curly told me about his uncle was telling me that the pro-rector of the University of Bologna boasted of being able to park a car in Via Zamboni, where the hell he wanted. Pro-rector
mmmmmmm ... I said ...
Well I do not know if she failed to enter the pro-rector of experience in his CV, what is certain is that the relative in question is this concorrentino here .
PS I remember one night we went (again with the types of mall) at the club's degrees and was also UM . To make me cool and U after a sufficient amount of red, we offered to us for a jam session with some guys who played that night in the room. After 15 seconds flat when I picked up from the Low kindly lent me by a caring member of the group, broke the MI. Now who has a clue what it means to break that string, you know very well that is something that happens every shine. It was a jam session with insults, I remember.
PPSS During my period of exhausting the Shopping Center so I had to give information to Dodi Battaglia Pooh regarding the location of special lights for the Christmas tree.
PPPSSS No, just to point out that the curly type, I caught a competitor in a program on Rai Amadeus a few years ago. I'm not crazy, I swear. And 'I see him on TV really.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Amusing Things To Write In A Wedding Card
latito .. Sorry if I have some problems but I think
Inside All The People
A jet-black spark Rippling like magma
In Their Hearts to
Under the hot lights
And gyroscopes
Physically pulsing
As they shake their bones
Ha-ha, yeah
Feeling kinda lonely
With the vodka and coke
Feeling kinda lonely
Underneath the strobe
I was
Feeling kinda lonely
Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor
Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor
Inside all the people
An onyx flame
Flickering and rising
Into their brains
Smothered in a blue light
Covered in a noise
Occilating girls
Occilating boys
Ha-ha, yeah
Feeling kinda lonely
With the vodka and coke
Feeling kinda lonely
Underneath the strobe I was
Feeling kinda lonely Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating Make my real life melt into the floor Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating Make my real life melt into the floor
Make my real life melt into the floor Boys are
Shaking Girls are
Rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor Boys are
Shaking Girls are
Rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor
Inside All The People
A jet-black spark Rippling like magma
In Their Hearts to
Under the hot lights
And gyroscopes
Physically pulsing
As they shake their bones
Ha-ha, yeah
Feeling kinda lonely
With the vodka and coke
Feeling kinda lonely
Underneath the strobe
I was
Feeling kinda lonely
Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor
Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor
Inside all the people
An onyx flame
Flickering and rising
Into their brains
Smothered in a blue light
Covered in a noise
Occilating girls
Occilating boys
Ha-ha, yeah
Feeling kinda lonely
With the vodka and coke
Feeling kinda lonely
Underneath the strobe I was
Feeling kinda lonely Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating Make my real life melt into the floor Boys are shaking
Girls are rotating Make my real life melt into the floor
Make my real life melt into the floor Boys are
Shaking Girls are
Rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor Boys are
Shaking Girls are
Rotating
Make my real life melt into the floor
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Trasformare Sdhc In Sd
The expected with numbness and knots but finally arrived, and even from Spain. I'm talking about the Porto Levante Terminal whose platform has finally taken possession of water portoviresi.
I try to fantasize that a few months the Porto Viro Football Champions will be given that the Arabs are certainly intriguing and varied activities in profiqua local elite will turn to yachts in the harbor of the crocodile and we will have an even warmer and drier climate. The stores will begin to sell turbans and the oil will cost a shit. About
shops after the recent theft and vandalism that occurred in PV seems that the brigade will be forced to make rounds at night and will put these cameras in the town square. Now pass the cameras, but we can not let stand the fighters? Already have to fight every day on the streets to pass the children going to school so that a workload, it seems excessive.
riparliamone Maybe next summer while schools are closed.
S-ending, one thing, however, the terminal has already increased: Berlusconi will be Saturday morning at Porto Viro. My political consciousness
solace me two questions:
1) What the fuck is a bottle of champagne to inaugurate a terminal?
2) between what we will Valentina Vezzali minister?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Day After Wedding Brunch
Morgan Morgan
During the Business School in Romania was organized an evening called Global Village, where everyone had the burden and privilege to present their nation, city, county, district, etc.. with photos, videos, costumes, food, wine, dance and so on. Leaving my
offering delicious presentation of Porto Viro, besides realizing that you have clear origins azerbaijani
, that night I was able to appreciate something in Bulgaria.
few photos on my facebook.
Meo
During the Business School in Romania was organized an evening called Global Village, where everyone had the burden and privilege to present their nation, city, county, district, etc.. with photos, videos, costumes, food, wine, dance and so on. Leaving my
offering delicious presentation of Porto Viro, besides realizing that you have clear origins azerbaijani
, that night I was able to appreciate something in Bulgaria.
few photos on my facebook.
Meo
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Pain In Back Left Side Above Waist
Death of a Salesman guardiagiuratore
Hello Pasquale, the African, as the site Forum no mention of your death I do. Embrace
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