A wish from the heart to all of you, hoping that the new year is always a little nicer than the old one! See you next year!
Friday, December 31, 2010
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A wish from the heart to all of you, hoping that the new year is always a little nicer than the old one! See you next year!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
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I'm not disappeared but .. We update some
But lately things are looking a little like that.
But lately things are looking a little like that.
I apologize now because in this post I just want to vent and complain. the bad thing is that my husband Tuesday will go to the cardiologist because the MRI found some blood clots in the head, probably due to a malfunction of a heart valve .. more the doctor (the family) did not tell us, so it could be anything or not ... simple pads to be sent out via a transaction or "routine" (yes for them though!)
So we do not know anything until Tuesday, the Internet does not help and it is better not to try too ... fingers crossed!
The other thing, a crap in comparison, is that I'm tired of the constant interference of Muio stepfather. I am tired. I do not speak with my family, not just because I'm sick of feeling a puppet and now I have to put my in-laws, Well that's enough, especially because it depends on what tone to come to me to talk to me. I heard you say that I'm full of myself, who knows what plans I have in mind (I married your son because it is full of money and time ran away with the loot ... but where, but who is charged with money?) I have to I hear that my husband just because I would submit that dealt with more girls (read: take it out on Sunday morning so I do the housework, because I do not have two women as someone to do it for me, (read your wife ) and I have dealt with him that if I changed the diaper I am blessed), but not because it means taking his collar and leash.
Unfortunately we grew up in completely different families, his father with the classical master where my father and I helped my mother put on the pot for pasta, wash and dress, because she has always worked ... maybe it's wrong? I did not ask him to iron and wash the floor, but just a little bit of cooperation, because when a husband wants to do is perfect or nearly so.
ECOO, everything here, and I rotate the eve of Christmas, here.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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PUFFO
Now. I'm not sure how to categorize this post comes directly from a series of seizures that I try a few nights ago.
My vet (never mind the splurge on doctors and veterinarians: they cost less, there are a lot of hugs and if you break the balls you just say "Stay, beautiful." And feel the fever with rectal thermometer) tried to explain that seizures are merely a reaction positive of your body to a shocking fact. That seizures are there to show that a) you have a physical (do not know what a physicist? E 'that thing laughable that you have attached to the head and that women / men refuse to even touch with a long stick 5 feet for no less than € 100 a pop); b) physical this often if it beats any form of control that you can control (like when I ordered the foot to kick a ball to right and that if they fuck and sent him to the left and then I invented a plan to cheat and ordered to send him to the left when in reality I really he went to the left, that plan did not work for unspecified reasons).
This post then, say, falls into the category "personal matters" or, to use the French, tranche de vie (logs of life), which actually may be teaching anyone. Like when a post on a blog that has a hand smeared with butter in boiling water because they said that it is not hot and then he finds himself writing the above post with one hand because the other strikingly similar to ' lobster during the changeover period and then the reader thinks, "Ah, then do not put your hand in boiling water with butter." I mean, this is where all the power of the Internet.
That water hot've already told you, I think.
So I say to the other thing.
I saw the Smurf.
The Smurf is a dear old friend of mine I can not remember the name and even how we met and why we met. But I am inspired when I see an immediate liking and is the living proof of the word empathy . And 'one who is smiling so much without sounding taken from a facial paralysis, but because it seems really fun. I have memories of logs scattered and confused life with him, horrible football games (it was like putting a group of hebephrenic and launch into a rectangle bounded up a ball and close his eyes for an hour hope you did as little harm as possible), maybe, just maybe, evenings at the home of someone playing the guitar all the girls making out mentally present.
I'm talking about things of the past century (which, for precision, not the 800). And in fact, had not seen him for years. And on a night when the fog seemed to whipped cream but much more oily, in a place called Area Seismic (I think it is the name given by the operators, it was on a sort of San Andreas fault is less secure), whose direction get the 'Close your eyes and use the Force or a Navigator, I saw the puff.
That is in great shape. And work (and a very old school ). It works precisely the ANIC. Travel the world depending on where they send him: oil platforms in the North Sea, Central Africa, Asia. Is gradually from 3 to 6 months, the overpaid, returns home and waits for the recall. Smooth smooth. Easy easy.
E 'is necessary at this point, explain what it means conceptually "Working all'ANIC" for those not of my party. We grew up in an area that is full of subsidence and methane. That is, a land of the cock whose export capacity was limited to malaria and vaguely fake mosaics, and whose ability to communicate was reduced to grunting. A ground floor flat with a Swiss cheese full of gas that has the smell of farts (hence the verb Ravenna; es. "Sorry, I'm eating beans and Ravenna as a madman"). Then came the ANIC. And not having the technology to capture farts and turn them into energy, decided to try with methane. It has industries here. And many people went to work holding their Ravenna not curious new leaders. Then the ANIC has made her even bigger and needed people who go to its factories around the world. We were waved before the face of unethical bribes of money and asked "Do you want to leave? Do not have problems with your family?". "But what the fuck family" was the reply media. And so we young people grew up with the myth of the "Working all'ANIC. In our imaginary, and tanned men were leaving safe full of money to exotic lands, Ravenna free for 4 continents. And the families at home you were the villas and big cars while we were trying to make us young daughters whose family was inevitably very loose tourniquet.
What I had before, then, was a figure of speech became man, as a myth the sheriff or the slutty nurse, who was bevendosi a rum and coke and while he smiled and asked me how it goes. How are you doing to me has absolutely no importance, that is clear. How the fuck goes to you, Puff?
It is sometimes hard, that money is a lot, but you are also often home to wait to call you, I all'ANIC like to have a permanent place in Ravenna, but even there the same old story, you must be someone's son or cousin.
And that goes with colleagues it is strange.
Define strange, Smurf.
Well, there are many gentlemen of a certain age, 50 or 60, and do 'I'm working from a life and have family at home who see every death of Pope and their bank account, amounting to almost paperdollari and their tans are the color of burnt brick.
This is not so strange , Smurf.
Well, then they are all great mignottari, that is, always go to Troy, they want fuck and fuck and fuck, looks like a documentary sull'iper-senile sexuality, he also discovered the keyhole if he warmed up, you fucking old women, young people and children, they do not give a fuck him, there are girls who go to some local and you're the cute and pay to drink, bring them out to dinner, buy clothes and they have it off from 'sti old because it is the only way I have to do it.
not know if it's strange , Smurf, but it sucks.
It sucks to think about and, believe me, even more disgusting to see them. And there's no way to do anything, they all do so, I tried to talk with someone but not useless. Who wants whoring is his business.
Shit, I looked like a cool thing the ANIC, Smurf.
Well, money and travel are cool. And even when you go to the platforms. There nothing whores. And see beautiful places. But as I work at Ravenna. Home at last.
Hello, Smurf. Good luck to all.
We shook hands and I silently in a corner of Ravenna. 
My vet (never mind the splurge on doctors and veterinarians: they cost less, there are a lot of hugs and if you break the balls you just say "Stay, beautiful." And feel the fever with rectal thermometer) tried to explain that seizures are merely a reaction positive of your body to a shocking fact. That seizures are there to show that a) you have a physical (do not know what a physicist? E 'that thing laughable that you have attached to the head and that women / men refuse to even touch with a long stick 5 feet for no less than € 100 a pop); b) physical this often if it beats any form of control that you can control (like when I ordered the foot to kick a ball to right and that if they fuck and sent him to the left and then I invented a plan to cheat and ordered to send him to the left when in reality I really he went to the left, that plan did not work for unspecified reasons).
This post then, say, falls into the category "personal matters" or, to use the French, tranche de vie (logs of life), which actually may be teaching anyone. Like when a post on a blog that has a hand smeared with butter in boiling water because they said that it is not hot and then he finds himself writing the above post with one hand because the other strikingly similar to ' lobster during the changeover period and then the reader thinks, "Ah, then do not put your hand in boiling water with butter." I mean, this is where all the power of the Internet.
That water hot've already told you, I think.
So I say to the other thing.
I saw the Smurf.
The Smurf is a dear old friend of mine I can not remember the name and even how we met and why we met. But I am inspired when I see an immediate liking and is the living proof of the word empathy . And 'one who is smiling so much without sounding taken from a facial paralysis, but because it seems really fun. I have memories of logs scattered and confused life with him, horrible football games (it was like putting a group of hebephrenic and launch into a rectangle bounded up a ball and close his eyes for an hour hope you did as little harm as possible), maybe, just maybe, evenings at the home of someone playing the guitar all the girls making out mentally present.
I'm talking about things of the past century (which, for precision, not the 800). And in fact, had not seen him for years. And on a night when the fog seemed to whipped cream but much more oily, in a place called Area Seismic (I think it is the name given by the operators, it was on a sort of San Andreas fault is less secure), whose direction get the 'Close your eyes and use the Force or a Navigator, I saw the puff.
That is in great shape. And work (and a very old school ). It works precisely the ANIC. Travel the world depending on where they send him: oil platforms in the North Sea, Central Africa, Asia. Is gradually from 3 to 6 months, the overpaid, returns home and waits for the recall. Smooth smooth. Easy easy.
E 'is necessary at this point, explain what it means conceptually "Working all'ANIC" for those not of my party. We grew up in an area that is full of subsidence and methane. That is, a land of the cock whose export capacity was limited to malaria and vaguely fake mosaics, and whose ability to communicate was reduced to grunting. A ground floor flat with a Swiss cheese full of gas that has the smell of farts (hence the verb Ravenna; es. "Sorry, I'm eating beans and Ravenna as a madman"). Then came the ANIC. And not having the technology to capture farts and turn them into energy, decided to try with methane. It has industries here. And many people went to work holding their Ravenna not curious new leaders. Then the ANIC has made her even bigger and needed people who go to its factories around the world. We were waved before the face of unethical bribes of money and asked "Do you want to leave? Do not have problems with your family?". "But what the fuck family" was the reply media. And so we young people grew up with the myth of the "Working all'ANIC. In our imaginary, and tanned men were leaving safe full of money to exotic lands, Ravenna free for 4 continents. And the families at home you were the villas and big cars while we were trying to make us young daughters whose family was inevitably very loose tourniquet.
What I had before, then, was a figure of speech became man, as a myth the sheriff or the slutty nurse, who was bevendosi a rum and coke and while he smiled and asked me how it goes. How are you doing to me has absolutely no importance, that is clear. How the fuck goes to you, Puff?
It is sometimes hard, that money is a lot, but you are also often home to wait to call you, I all'ANIC like to have a permanent place in Ravenna, but even there the same old story, you must be someone's son or cousin.
And that goes with colleagues it is strange.
Define strange, Smurf.
Well, there are many gentlemen of a certain age, 50 or 60, and do 'I'm working from a life and have family at home who see every death of Pope and their bank account, amounting to almost paperdollari and their tans are the color of burnt brick.
This is not so strange , Smurf.
Well, then they are all great mignottari, that is, always go to Troy, they want fuck and fuck and fuck, looks like a documentary sull'iper-senile sexuality, he also discovered the keyhole if he warmed up, you fucking old women, young people and children, they do not give a fuck him, there are girls who go to some local and you're the cute and pay to drink, bring them out to dinner, buy clothes and they have it off from 'sti old because it is the only way I have to do it.
not know if it's strange , Smurf, but it sucks.
It sucks to think about and, believe me, even more disgusting to see them. And there's no way to do anything, they all do so, I tried to talk with someone but not useless. Who wants whoring is his business.
Shit, I looked like a cool thing the ANIC, Smurf.
Well, money and travel are cool. And even when you go to the platforms. There nothing whores. And see beautiful places. But as I work at Ravenna. Home at last.
Hello, Smurf. Good luck to all.
We shook hands and I silently in a corner of Ravenna.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
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Behold, I have gone back quite a bit, but I came back to Fotunato!
So where to start?
Husband
was made and Fortunately there were no windows but unfortunately had a nerve cut and the emergency room if they were not even notice. E 'was only one day in the hospital .... but worse than children! Dopo3 minutes 3 minutes and say that he had opened his eyes
" I hurt, I want the pain"
I, "has just passed the nurse and I stuck with the drip al'antidolorifico, a moment of patience and you'll see that you're better! "
" I hurt, burn me to death, that does not put me anything!. I have to pee, help me to get up, I smoke and I'm hungry!"
Aiutoooooooo
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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WIKIFREAKS
And now world trembles and San Marino have already closed two outlets.
Leaving aside the rubbish such as "Plan for the Total Global War III" or "Plan for the Suppression of Democracy in Gabon strategic importance to follow when you will discover where the fuck is Gabon", focus on the hot stuff. And I warn you, if any of you have or have had involvement with the CIA or the Guards Armigere San Marino, it's time to implement the plan B (which, as any fool who has seen even one movie with Steven Seagal knows that this is the escape plan to cover burned and is thus taking place: to look suspiciously at the people around you narrowing his eyes; trivial an excuse like "Sorry, I'm shitting on me "and go to the bathroom, procure a new document for example by using a permanent marker mustache on a photo of your identity card in the event of a pen, change sex castrations or putting a sausage in panties, do brush up accent Swedish you have learned by watching all the films of Bergman in the original or, preferably, removing two molars with bare hands to facilitate the passage of air in those fucking fricative consonants; jump from a window breaking the glass for an exit in style).
2384780 File: here are the opinions of a grotesque revelations of U.S. Secretary of State in whose dark past her husband had made sucking in the Oval Office in procuring anger and astonishment that the Secretary for the fact that the husband in question was still able to get an erection and supporting not only headaches. These opinions concern the diplomatic world and appear to be based on "The Big Book of Jokes": that is, there are a German states but with little imagination, a Frenchman and arrogant and stinky-eating frogs, and an Italian Cazzaro mignottaro, a Japanese non- we understand 'na fuck what she says and bends ahead. And there's a ghost cheese.
23808070124 File: Here you talk about the movements of Special Gato, a mixture of 007 and Batman, but much better looking and less gay. His cover is blown apparently because of a photo in a blog fool that sparked a collapse of biblical websites because of the notoriously hysterical female audience and his desire to see him. The agent was successful in Gato get into the infamous villain Dancin 'through years of frequenting the same shower, and the waving of the penis (also huge). In admixture with another agent (code name Francis), was implemented as a subtle trappolone, a gargantuan plan for a period of years to ensure that at the end of the Dancin 'to marry a Fracci and spending of money on a party in structure para-governmental organization called Teatro Verdi turned around so economy on the brink of collapse. It seems that at present Gato is ironically in the guise of an undercover dog Dancin '.
File 123-Stella : it says here that there are extraterrestrials and, indeed, they have also come to see us but then had the breath sucked and that morality just below that of a Nazi scientist and brain activity close to an amoeba, and then they were all trapped in a thing called TV or Digital Extraterrestrial.
198417477 File: in Iraq there were weapons of mass destruction. The PD is a very popular party. The gas increases because it costs more effectively. The ozone hole is just a nice way of saying "Abbronziamoci more quickly." In Africa they eat less because it is hot and then you have less appetite. Gelmini is a great minister, did not ciuccioni of Berlusconi and his is an extraordinary reform that will eliminate the barons in the university. Carfagna is a great pussy and it is not true that Berlusconi has made ciuccioni. Ghedini is a great lawyer and is not true that Berlusconi has made ciuccioni. Santa Claus exists and carries a lot of gifts to men, women and children.
Greetings to all.
That formidable war machine that is the team of Wikileaks and which is formed by a series of excess fat and pimply nerds that, if watched in the plant, or look like a huge shit splattered pudding or blown up by Al Qaeda or Jabba the Hutt, has opened to a world still shaken by the death of Paul octopus-secret archives of the largest democracies: Member United Republic of San Marino.
files were found and decrypted using the most advanced hacking techniques such as go to the website of Defense, skip the various banner advertisements for the sale of nuclear warheads (cheaper on the website of the Iranian Defense), click on the page Reserved Files And Various fuck, and say Yes when prompted to download. And now world trembles and San Marino have already closed two outlets.
Leaving aside the rubbish such as "Plan for the Total Global War III" or "Plan for the Suppression of Democracy in Gabon strategic importance to follow when you will discover where the fuck is Gabon", focus on the hot stuff. And I warn you, if any of you have or have had involvement with the CIA or the Guards Armigere San Marino, it's time to implement the plan B (which, as any fool who has seen even one movie with Steven Seagal knows that this is the escape plan to cover burned and is thus taking place: to look suspiciously at the people around you narrowing his eyes; trivial an excuse like "Sorry, I'm shitting on me "and go to the bathroom, procure a new document for example by using a permanent marker mustache on a photo of your identity card in the event of a pen, change sex castrations or putting a sausage in panties, do brush up accent Swedish you have learned by watching all the films of Bergman in the original or, preferably, removing two molars with bare hands to facilitate the passage of air in those fucking fricative consonants; jump from a window breaking the glass for an exit in style).
2384780 File: here are the opinions of a grotesque revelations of U.S. Secretary of State in whose dark past her husband had made sucking in the Oval Office in procuring anger and astonishment that the Secretary for the fact that the husband in question was still able to get an erection and supporting not only headaches. These opinions concern the diplomatic world and appear to be based on "The Big Book of Jokes": that is, there are a German states but with little imagination, a Frenchman and arrogant and stinky-eating frogs, and an Italian Cazzaro mignottaro, a Japanese non- we understand 'na fuck what she says and bends ahead. And there's a ghost cheese.
23808070124 File: Here you talk about the movements of Special Gato, a mixture of 007 and Batman, but much better looking and less gay. His cover is blown apparently because of a photo in a blog fool that sparked a collapse of biblical websites because of the notoriously hysterical female audience and his desire to see him. The agent was successful in Gato get into the infamous villain Dancin 'through years of frequenting the same shower, and the waving of the penis (also huge). In admixture with another agent (code name Francis), was implemented as a subtle trappolone, a gargantuan plan for a period of years to ensure that at the end of the Dancin 'to marry a Fracci and spending of money on a party in structure para-governmental organization called Teatro Verdi turned around so economy on the brink of collapse. It seems that at present Gato is ironically in the guise of an undercover dog Dancin '.
File 123-Stella : it says here that there are extraterrestrials and, indeed, they have also come to see us but then had the breath sucked and that morality just below that of a Nazi scientist and brain activity close to an amoeba, and then they were all trapped in a thing called TV or Digital Extraterrestrial.
198417477 File: in Iraq there were weapons of mass destruction. The PD is a very popular party. The gas increases because it costs more effectively. The ozone hole is just a nice way of saying "Abbronziamoci more quickly." In Africa they eat less because it is hot and then you have less appetite. Gelmini is a great minister, did not ciuccioni of Berlusconi and his is an extraordinary reform that will eliminate the barons in the university. Carfagna is a great pussy and it is not true that Berlusconi has made ciuccioni. Ghedini is a great lawyer and is not true that Berlusconi has made ciuccioni. Santa Claus exists and carries a lot of gifts to men, women and children.
Greetings to all.
Monday, October 4, 2010
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The Gato revealed
receive and we gladly publish.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
this is a sad evening. It is the announcement of the withdrawal from the market model Ballanti 1970, a great product for a great year (also my chance). A product that has thousands of satisfied users, male and female. A machine capable of loving you in seconds, light up a cigarette, ask "did you like?" and give the illusion of being there for hours. But now nicht, nada, nisba, flab, no tripe for cats.
Because today we are faced with the outcome of an evening where beer and rum and coke and Amaro Averna (known to be achieved through the skilful blend of 20 herbs and a few kilo of peyote) went down like a biblical flood. For the uninitiated, the proposal was made in March in a bar at Marina di Ravenna of his 40th birthday, at a time between 22 and 4 am (lean to the 3, which is the hour of the devil). And through a relentless series of circumstances and chance, for example, find a ring in his pocket, and an alcohol and hematocrit out of scale, and in front of a beautiful woman (woman who, incidentally, something inexplicably test for B. , a feeling between piety and worship), and also a natural inclination of B. theatricality and gestures towards the cock.
During the evening Paul knelt down, made a dramatic pause, he asked softly, "Where the hell am I?" Francesca and asked her to marry him with a potato in his mouth and diction a profound vagueness about where and when. But
B. is a man of his word. Once someone engages, go to the end. It is one thing that was noted since the days of football and soap in the shower. He took his time, tried to leave the country, has tried the latte in the Rohypnol of Francesca, the introduction of the Babylonian calendar with date and time on things from messing up. But now we're here.
But I thought, can not be all. One of the great talents of Paul is his ability to entertain (as well as a large dowry of Francesca is the ability to pretend to be surprised). Even in the days of football. B. it was all bullshit and inspiration, able to dribble 7 men (opponents or companions, does not matter) and find himself alone in front of the door between matte and then admit that laughter was the wrong door. Paul is so.
So where's the surprise?, I wondered. How will surprise us today? In that room this morning in downtown Ravenna and sold as "City", was actually a recreational club with bowling club for the elderly? That young lady who has read the articles at random from the "Oath of the Junior Woodchucks," was actually a wretch bought two snacks at the bar? Absurd sheet that should be a certificate or diploma or a come-fuck-her-name of marriage, so it looked like a pizzeria menu plastic? And you wonder why Paul has signed the Phenomenon Jimmy and Francesca Calamity Jeans? And why the exit I saw old people with bloodshot eyes wildly throw handfuls of rice?
Questions that we all made. But here's the surprise. Here's the special effect with double carp B. There has served
was all true!
The news is hard, I know, but stay calm and hold on to those next to you (possibly alternating man with woman). Paolo and Francesca were married for real. I know, it seemed all a ruse and a few guests eerily resembled the cast of "Doctor Who". It seemed a way to gather some friends and rebuild the interior of the house. But Paolo and Francesca, though it is hard to say, love. Paolo and Francesca is not that are more family than before (can not) just for a piece of paper, but today we are celebrating with them for how they managed to trick us all.
must admit we are nothing in front of Paul, we are crap.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
this is a sad evening. It is the announcement of the withdrawal from the market model Ballanti 1970, a great product for a great year (also my chance). A product that has thousands of satisfied users, male and female. A machine capable of loving you in seconds, light up a cigarette, ask "did you like?" and give the illusion of being there for hours. But now nicht, nada, nisba, flab, no tripe for cats.
Because today we are faced with the outcome of an evening where beer and rum and coke and Amaro Averna (known to be achieved through the skilful blend of 20 herbs and a few kilo of peyote) went down like a biblical flood. For the uninitiated, the proposal was made in March in a bar at Marina di Ravenna of his 40th birthday, at a time between 22 and 4 am (lean to the 3, which is the hour of the devil). And through a relentless series of circumstances and chance, for example, find a ring in his pocket, and an alcohol and hematocrit out of scale, and in front of a beautiful woman (woman who, incidentally, something inexplicably test for B. , a feeling between piety and worship), and also a natural inclination of B. theatricality and gestures towards the cock.
During the evening Paul knelt down, made a dramatic pause, he asked softly, "Where the hell am I?" Francesca and asked her to marry him with a potato in his mouth and diction a profound vagueness about where and when. But
B. is a man of his word. Once someone engages, go to the end. It is one thing that was noted since the days of football and soap in the shower. He took his time, tried to leave the country, has tried the latte in the Rohypnol of Francesca, the introduction of the Babylonian calendar with date and time on things from messing up. But now we're here.
But I thought, can not be all. One of the great talents of Paul is his ability to entertain (as well as a large dowry of Francesca is the ability to pretend to be surprised). Even in the days of football. B. it was all bullshit and inspiration, able to dribble 7 men (opponents or companions, does not matter) and find himself alone in front of the door between matte and then admit that laughter was the wrong door. Paul is so.
So where's the surprise?, I wondered. How will surprise us today? In that room this morning in downtown Ravenna and sold as "City", was actually a recreational club with bowling club for the elderly? That young lady who has read the articles at random from the "Oath of the Junior Woodchucks," was actually a wretch bought two snacks at the bar? Absurd sheet that should be a certificate or diploma or a come-fuck-her-name of marriage, so it looked like a pizzeria menu plastic? And you wonder why Paul has signed the Phenomenon Jimmy and Francesca Calamity Jeans? And why the exit I saw old people with bloodshot eyes wildly throw handfuls of rice?
Questions that we all made. But here's the surprise. Here's the special effect with double carp B. There has served
was all true!
The news is hard, I know, but stay calm and hold on to those next to you (possibly alternating man with woman). Paolo and Francesca were married for real. I know, it seemed all a ruse and a few guests eerily resembled the cast of "Doctor Who". It seemed a way to gather some friends and rebuild the interior of the house. But Paolo and Francesca, though it is hard to say, love. Paolo and Francesca is not that are more family than before (can not) just for a piece of paper, but today we are celebrating with them for how they managed to trick us all.
must admit we are nothing in front of Paul, we are crap.
We are dwarfs on the shoulders of Dancing.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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Friday, September 3, 2010
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This is what the doctor said this morning " here I do not see a fucking must work!"
This was the outcome of the visit to the specialist center.
On the one hand I'm very happy here because they know what to do in theory, the other is, although small, there is an operation and is therefore a concern.
For the holiday we have moved all of 1 week.
cmq The doctors have said that there are no problems but I hope so ... preferred not to have to move again, because it would mean that there are problems.
On these occasions it's nice to see how many people love you, call trying to be helpful (too!) Really enjoyed.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Can You Hallucinate From Nicotine Withdrawal
Today my bad had a little accident sula work. He missed the rung of the ladder and fell on some glass that have been planted in the wrist.
gushing blood and travel to the hospital thinking she had caught the big vein, but thankfully nothing so serious, just that tomorrow morning we go to another hospital (specialized) to remove some tiny shards of glass that have failed to remove. So
90% will work (cross each other please!)
The Topina will stay with her aunt from 6.30 until a. .. do not know.
hope everything goes well.
ps (for the record, this morning we had paid the deposit for the holiday in Trentino .....)
Friday, August 27, 2010
Pressure Cooker Safety Valve Reset
and even the Internet is the key ... , a little slow but finally there! Hurrah!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Ssl: Nzos_handshake Failed, Ret=28862 Windows
Finally we moved, there are still a lot of things that have remained in the other house, but gradually took everything away. We are in total chaos, we overwhelmed by the cartoons, we are inundated by sheets of newspaper, we seem to run away from home, we have neither TV nor the Internet, we are tired ... but HAPPY!
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Open Platella Vs Closed Platella Knee Brace
The kitchen is fitted !!!!!!! Hurray .... riuscirannoi our heroes to come home on August 1?? we'll see ..
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Vintage.trucks.in.ireland
Mmmmmmmm .... MINISTRIES
The Government of the Italian Republic, in combination with Plasmon, the pap ipernutriente to your MP (no artificial colors or preservatives, just pure old plantations of coca in South America) and Hardware by Peppe on Tuscolana in key ministries to specialized ("No more shut out from the centers of power, Peppe makes you and ensures copies for the House, Quirinale and many others), presents the innovative policies to rejuvenate the wetland Italian political system. Slimming, convenience, expertise: old and obsolete concepts related to logical Marxist and Leninist. Opacity and fragmentation are the criteria in which the current (ie even future) government intends to move in respect of what is the Constitution, respect does not mean uncritical supine and start reading or even just have it but tell a dialectic and modernization of the same as free recycling for toilet paper (or paper from ass).
Eng Rep Being the Gov. of always striving for the modernization of the spa and Italy as there, in addition, a Bedouin and being warm, still, Gov. composed of human beings and human beings having these friends and relatives of the whores in some way to fix them then who else feels at home, it was decided unanimously by a show of eyebrow and spit in the bucket to increase the number of ministries to much ridicule A total of 160. This is because fragmentation means more attention to people and because, well, because ... as soon as we can think of something we'll let you know.
Here are some of the new departments which, frankly, felt greatly need and fill that empty feeling of power clearly legible in the eyes of the people. MINISTRY OF HUMAN
ANY means the holder of that department will have enormous portfolio and will play its role and complained of continuous crisis and additives as responsible for this crisis from time to time the dog Rex, the communist judiciary, Halley's Comet, Arisa, 130 years of communist dictatorship, the tiger mosquito, the one next to you. The holder of this department, given its sensitive tasks, act undercover and will be touring the streets of Italy while stirring the elderly goes to visit the city's best works in progress.
MINISTRY FOR TELEVISION VIEW: the title is definitely intended to cover the needs of opinions in the services of crime in the news thus relieving the people from those interviews on the streets or in squalid apartments after the facts regrettable. The owner pre-register a series of tricks to the case for men and women in studies using standard phrases Mediaset perfectly adaptable to any circumstance (eg: "Yeah, I know ... it seemed a fine, I never imagined ... "" I saw him, he was a negro, has taken her purse and shouted Unga Bunga ").
MINISTRY OF THINGS MADE OF THE DOG SHIT: she shall be free of any responsibility of any kind. This is to avoid any form of superiority and create a strong bond with people. A minister-to-earth acting together with the people capable of every kind of thing in any field, to draw with a black biro on a napkin as a finance divided the Carabinieri. Delegation Special to the Strait of Messina bridge.
MINISTRY OF OCTOPUS: born by friendship with the German people, the new minister will have meetings with tight Teutonic owner, Paul, and together lay the foundation for future economic policy choices becoming a swim in their aquarium department. Minister without portfolio, everything else is wet.
MINISTRY FOR THE RELATIONSHIPS WITH HIMSELF: the owner must take care of itself with that bit of selfishness that sometimes we want in life. It must feel good to think, to heal, to make a good life. Magnate well, fuck, go on holiday shopping: the owner has seen a bit 'sciupatello of late, and too many thoughts and so now is the time to have a good time. Without having to answer to anyone.
MINISTRY FOR THE IMPLEMENTATION OF MARRIAGE Dancing: The head of the ministry, through a series of thick diplomatic meetings between the parties, will launch the tender of marriage Dancing. The event will be located in leased premises of the church San Pietro in Rome after eviction of the owner of the 'Catholic Church Circle' Joseph Ratzinger, Benedict said. The winner of the tender will provide the necessary financial guarantees and techniques for putting in place the stage of 150 meters for the 'groom tour Dancin', to paint leopard in the spaces in St Peter's for the removal of the crane dancing from the comfort of home for the forced drugging of the bride and the awakening events that occurred (for reasons of national security it is recommended that after the consummation of the Dancing ludicrous sexual act), for the coordination of tons of ass that will reach to touch even with his eyes El Gato.
Congratulations to all newly-ministers and good work. 
Eng Rep Being the Gov. of always striving for the modernization of the spa and Italy as there, in addition, a Bedouin and being warm, still, Gov. composed of human beings and human beings having these friends and relatives of the whores in some way to fix them then who else feels at home, it was decided unanimously by a show of eyebrow and spit in the bucket to increase the number of ministries to much ridicule A total of 160. This is because fragmentation means more attention to people and because, well, because ... as soon as we can think of something we'll let you know.
Here are some of the new departments which, frankly, felt greatly need and fill that empty feeling of power clearly legible in the eyes of the people. MINISTRY OF HUMAN
ANY means the holder of that department will have enormous portfolio and will play its role and complained of continuous crisis and additives as responsible for this crisis from time to time the dog Rex, the communist judiciary, Halley's Comet, Arisa, 130 years of communist dictatorship, the tiger mosquito, the one next to you. The holder of this department, given its sensitive tasks, act undercover and will be touring the streets of Italy while stirring the elderly goes to visit the city's best works in progress.
MINISTRY FOR TELEVISION VIEW: the title is definitely intended to cover the needs of opinions in the services of crime in the news thus relieving the people from those interviews on the streets or in squalid apartments after the facts regrettable. The owner pre-register a series of tricks to the case for men and women in studies using standard phrases Mediaset perfectly adaptable to any circumstance (eg: "Yeah, I know ... it seemed a fine, I never imagined ... "" I saw him, he was a negro, has taken her purse and shouted Unga Bunga ").
MINISTRY OF THINGS MADE OF THE DOG SHIT: she shall be free of any responsibility of any kind. This is to avoid any form of superiority and create a strong bond with people. A minister-to-earth acting together with the people capable of every kind of thing in any field, to draw with a black biro on a napkin as a finance divided the Carabinieri. Delegation Special to the Strait of Messina bridge.
MINISTRY OF OCTOPUS: born by friendship with the German people, the new minister will have meetings with tight Teutonic owner, Paul, and together lay the foundation for future economic policy choices becoming a swim in their aquarium department. Minister without portfolio, everything else is wet.
MINISTRY FOR THE RELATIONSHIPS WITH HIMSELF: the owner must take care of itself with that bit of selfishness that sometimes we want in life. It must feel good to think, to heal, to make a good life. Magnate well, fuck, go on holiday shopping: the owner has seen a bit 'sciupatello of late, and too many thoughts and so now is the time to have a good time. Without having to answer to anyone.
MINISTRY FOR THE IMPLEMENTATION OF MARRIAGE Dancing: The head of the ministry, through a series of thick diplomatic meetings between the parties, will launch the tender of marriage Dancing. The event will be located in leased premises of the church San Pietro in Rome after eviction of the owner of the 'Catholic Church Circle' Joseph Ratzinger, Benedict said. The winner of the tender will provide the necessary financial guarantees and techniques for putting in place the stage of 150 meters for the 'groom tour Dancin', to paint leopard in the spaces in St Peter's for the removal of the crane dancing from the comfort of home for the forced drugging of the bride and the awakening events that occurred (for reasons of national security it is recommended that after the consummation of the Dancing ludicrous sexual act), for the coordination of tons of ass that will reach to touch even with his eyes El Gato.
Congratulations to all newly-ministers and good work.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Basketball Pad Outside Cost Cement
GATO 0 - 1 WOMEN AND THE BALL CENTRE
If you're a woman it is likely that your sense of humor is unable to go further than a pie in the face and the joke of the ghost Formaggino. So I ask you to lie down on the floor, crossing your arms, close their eyes, chanting nangokoreghekiò, to suppress your anger and to waiting for the Emergency Male nearest first reading this post.
will know all that now, as Obelix, I fell as a child in a tub full of misogyny. I mean, I have nothing against women who created them (even if that sparacazzate small cut between the nose and chin if you could save money), but the fact is that I feel that history has taken a different turn since "things that bleed once a month without dying "had the right to express an opinion. And I will not mention the undeniable mountain of data derived from scientific studies of John Holmes Institute on the emotional roller coaster of women (only carry the famous experiment of 1976 at Berkeley University, where a group of 20 women were approached by so many brave male volunteers in three phases. 1) and pre-menstrual phase: subjects female volunteers found levels of attack insult capable of scalping victims unconscious and then collapsing in tears and desperate repeated mantra "I'm fat, are bad." 2) menstrual phase : an absurd emotional breakdown, catatonia, gargantuan greed; tendency to ignore the male and then follow him even into the toilet and ask him to make a herbal tea; spasmotiche crisis of crying in front of the projection of movies targeted advertising of Barilla (eg, virile man who embraces a girl who strafoga Saccottino). 3) post-menstrual phase : verbosity, logorrhea, man marking Maradona Gentile-style towards the male, uncontrollable hyperactivity and illogical questions like "Why not create a good trip? A good farm? Let's go pick flowers in the hills?" compulsion of the male through any form of moral blackmail to the oppressive (and judged by the UN 'to the Crime 'humanity') ritual of shopping, sex drive out of range. And unfortunately for termination of the experiment autoviolenti-compulsive behavior of the volunteers (I'm still chilling video shot by scientists that most of the male volunteers banging my head against the wall and mutter, "Stop, stop").
But women are to be able to surprise you. Not just as a trained dog. We say more like a kitten who occasionally pulling out fingernails. And my girlfriend surprised me. I love my partner to be clear (this useless fucking note is derived from the terror that happens by chance to read this post). I want to be with her trying to overcome my habits from Siberian bear (which is broken only if the balls move a pine cone from Siberia where he had put). And she fights, fits, sometimes resigned. And having learned things from some of my behavior, I made a proposal.
If you talk of an eventual marriage, I head rotates 360 degrees, vomiting green stuff and I speak of the coming dell'Esorciccio in Aramaic. If we talk only of the children away, I say yes, no, that is, and then shoot myself in the foot to change the subject.
Then the other day and looked at me with a veiled face of a thing between the sadness and pain in the ass I said
"We do a good thing. Do not we marry, we do nothing, no party, no reception, no children, no honeymoon, no commitments, no nothing. We like it that way and thought. Divorced directly so we are beautiful and quiet and we can do whatever the fuck we want and we start to relax on your vacation. How about , half saw? ".
I (ie, the half saw) then and there I stayed and I was curious to inject its share of shopping, so to calm her down. But then I realized that she is back and I'm a redneck and backward that it was the seal perfect for our love and so we stayed together forever, like 12enni, all right, but together. Epperciò you're all invited to the ceremony of divorce among Women and Gato Gato. Date to be me because while I have to treat the foot when I accidentally shot in mid-speech. 
will know all that now, as Obelix, I fell as a child in a tub full of misogyny. I mean, I have nothing against women who created them (even if that sparacazzate small cut between the nose and chin if you could save money), but the fact is that I feel that history has taken a different turn since "things that bleed once a month without dying "had the right to express an opinion. And I will not mention the undeniable mountain of data derived from scientific studies of John Holmes Institute on the emotional roller coaster of women (only carry the famous experiment of 1976 at Berkeley University, where a group of 20 women were approached by so many brave male volunteers in three phases. 1) and pre-menstrual phase: subjects female volunteers found levels of attack insult capable of scalping victims unconscious and then collapsing in tears and desperate repeated mantra "I'm fat, are bad." 2) menstrual phase : an absurd emotional breakdown, catatonia, gargantuan greed; tendency to ignore the male and then follow him even into the toilet and ask him to make a herbal tea; spasmotiche crisis of crying in front of the projection of movies targeted advertising of Barilla (eg, virile man who embraces a girl who strafoga Saccottino). 3) post-menstrual phase : verbosity, logorrhea, man marking Maradona Gentile-style towards the male, uncontrollable hyperactivity and illogical questions like "Why not create a good trip? A good farm? Let's go pick flowers in the hills?" compulsion of the male through any form of moral blackmail to the oppressive (and judged by the UN 'to the Crime 'humanity') ritual of shopping, sex drive out of range. And unfortunately for termination of the experiment autoviolenti-compulsive behavior of the volunteers (I'm still chilling video shot by scientists that most of the male volunteers banging my head against the wall and mutter, "Stop, stop").
But women are to be able to surprise you. Not just as a trained dog. We say more like a kitten who occasionally pulling out fingernails. And my girlfriend surprised me. I love my partner to be clear (this useless fucking note is derived from the terror that happens by chance to read this post). I want to be with her trying to overcome my habits from Siberian bear (which is broken only if the balls move a pine cone from Siberia where he had put). And she fights, fits, sometimes resigned. And having learned things from some of my behavior, I made a proposal.
If you talk of an eventual marriage, I head rotates 360 degrees, vomiting green stuff and I speak of the coming dell'Esorciccio in Aramaic. If we talk only of the children away, I say yes, no, that is, and then shoot myself in the foot to change the subject.
Then the other day and looked at me with a veiled face of a thing between the sadness and pain in the ass I said
"We do a good thing. Do not we marry, we do nothing, no party, no reception, no children, no honeymoon, no commitments, no nothing. We like it that way and thought. Divorced directly so we are beautiful and quiet and we can do whatever the fuck we want and we start to relax on your vacation. How about , half saw? ".
I (ie, the half saw) then and there I stayed and I was curious to inject its share of shopping, so to calm her down. But then I realized that she is back and I'm a redneck and backward that it was the seal perfect for our love and so we stayed together forever, like 12enni, all right, but together. Epperciò you're all invited to the ceremony of divorce among Women and Gato Gato. Date to be me because while I have to treat the foot when I accidentally shot in mid-speech.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
How To Get Rid Of Scaring From Imetago
Gimme Hope Johanna
There are times when, just out of nowhere, you realize that someone is gone, just when you needed it.
It happened to me the other day when I saw the advertisement of the new Saratoga paint for iron.
I felt strong, compelling, brutal, how I miss Roland Barthes. Why
up a spot like this, we lived by RB good two decades (and now, we would make the argument to the DAMS).
The spot in question is the lady who helped by John, painted on the terrace. Otherwise known as "Bravah, Giovanna ... Bravahhh.
I've never seen anything so fake in my life (I would say there's nothing more than soft porn, if not for the photo in which they exchange Piqué Ibra and tenderness in the parking lot of the Bernabeu).
's examine how the teacher would Barthes
1. the commercial setting is decadent (villone with terrace overlooking the sea and sun, a waitress in tight order of the waitress porn, man in silk dressing gown) on this beautiful terrace, the mistress of the house (nice elegant lady, light brown hair, blue eyes, just past their thirties) and the waitress (red, tall, Figazzano, about 20 years and a little more) are painting with hieratic gestures and languid;
2. it is not clear exactly what they are painting: an aviary? A cage for the Indian circus elephants? A cage of human prey?
3. Mr. Pitt in the two required by classical painter (formerly called the slutty waitress, evening pants, blouse and jewelry the sciura)
4. paint a catafalque held pointless in the evening and the sun is a wonderful experience, so much so that the women exchanged long looks and complicit smiles
5. the terrace overlooking the blue-green eyes and asks fessone "What are you doing?
6. the question could still be plausible if it were to be understood in the sense of "what the fuck is that you are painting, grace, and - most importantly - why and why not put a house painter overalls, and why not put under a bit 'of newspapers, I ruined all the palladium of the terrace, diocà ne, with what cost? It does not feel that hot? Do you want me to catch fire the can of paint, so to keep the sun? ". Unfortunately, from below it is understood that instead fessone was expressing all his insight, I mean "what you are doing" in the sense of: "I can not understand what is the activity that you are nearing completion, were perhaps playing mah jong? Are you preparing the eggplant in oil? Saddle the horses were to make a game of polo? From where I am, unfortunately, I can not see well;
7. At that, the sciura, instead of asking "Are you stupid, say? In your opinion, what are we doing? ", Replied:" We're painting, and Joan help me! "
8. The Joan paints with high heels, perched on a wooden staircase and - star - with the show Gambetta (typical pose by ladder from painter, as well as 626 bonus for the year 2010)
9. Now that he understood the situation and, above all, Addesso which has seen ups and buttocks of Joan - I repeat, a great pussy - the master to come to his house sequence: a large banana and b. the most private thoughts. To see this beef in a dressing gown (actually, a large-faced rapist pisquano Noantri), the same thing happens to Joan (b. point, I mean), which, following the bad thoughts, it is better than plunging a finger into her mouth and a bit lapparselo '(unless you were cleaning a drop of paint, but it seems strange, because usually mica paint you stain);
10. After the smiles full of innuendo between the two ladies at the beginning, and the glances between the big boy and then Joan, the last freeze-frame turns on sciura fixing in the car with lascivious eyes, like "The Giovanna me do too 'I fucking believe it? "
11. This is the penultimate image, we said, because the latter is the image of the plate instead of 'gabion is complete with a patch (light symbolism? Master Barthes, how we miss you) all pitted green Excluding the upper-right of a triangle left blank (another symbol, and if so, the symbol of the "triangle that brings us" a la Elio or the "triangle no, I had not seen" by Renato Zero?), while others scatter: Pennellone spatolatone wet and long and insightful the aviary.
Now I ask myself and I say to make a spot so I went with two lines of script out of a porn film and raccatato have two or three regular customers, asking him to put down the their fantasies trite (the menage a trois with the maid in stockings, cages, Villone from the late Roman Empire, ...) or have relied on a Copyrighter genius who managed to make anyone forget that the Saratoga more in addition to siliconesigillante, it also paints railings? I say, I'm so disgusted by this ad that I watched on youtube Saturday, Sunday, Monday, twice, three yesterday, today and probably three more tomorrow about another couple of times!
Master Iceman, enlighten us!
PS: inexplicably, the waitress named Joanna and Samantha (pronounced Saaman'za) 
It happened to me the other day when I saw the advertisement of the new Saratoga paint for iron.
I felt strong, compelling, brutal, how I miss Roland Barthes. Why
up a spot like this, we lived by RB good two decades (and now, we would make the argument to the DAMS).
The spot in question is the lady who helped by John, painted on the terrace. Otherwise known as "Bravah, Giovanna ... Bravahhh.
I've never seen anything so fake in my life (I would say there's nothing more than soft porn, if not for the photo in which they exchange Piqué Ibra and tenderness in the parking lot of the Bernabeu).
's examine how the teacher would Barthes
1. the commercial setting is decadent (villone with terrace overlooking the sea and sun, a waitress in tight order of the waitress porn, man in silk dressing gown) on this beautiful terrace, the mistress of the house (nice elegant lady, light brown hair, blue eyes, just past their thirties) and the waitress (red, tall, Figazzano, about 20 years and a little more) are painting with hieratic gestures and languid;
2. it is not clear exactly what they are painting: an aviary? A cage for the Indian circus elephants? A cage of human prey?
3. Mr. Pitt in the two required by classical painter (formerly called the slutty waitress, evening pants, blouse and jewelry the sciura)
4. paint a catafalque held pointless in the evening and the sun is a wonderful experience, so much so that the women exchanged long looks and complicit smiles
5. the terrace overlooking the blue-green eyes and asks fessone "What are you doing?
6. the question could still be plausible if it were to be understood in the sense of "what the fuck is that you are painting, grace, and - most importantly - why and why not put a house painter overalls, and why not put under a bit 'of newspapers, I ruined all the palladium of the terrace, diocà ne, with what cost? It does not feel that hot? Do you want me to catch fire the can of paint, so to keep the sun? ". Unfortunately, from below it is understood that instead fessone was expressing all his insight, I mean "what you are doing" in the sense of: "I can not understand what is the activity that you are nearing completion, were perhaps playing mah jong? Are you preparing the eggplant in oil? Saddle the horses were to make a game of polo? From where I am, unfortunately, I can not see well;
7. At that, the sciura, instead of asking "Are you stupid, say? In your opinion, what are we doing? ", Replied:" We're painting, and Joan help me! "
8. The Joan paints with high heels, perched on a wooden staircase and - star - with the show Gambetta (typical pose by ladder from painter, as well as 626 bonus for the year 2010)
9. Now that he understood the situation and, above all, Addesso which has seen ups and buttocks of Joan - I repeat, a great pussy - the master to come to his house sequence: a large banana and b. the most private thoughts. To see this beef in a dressing gown (actually, a large-faced rapist pisquano Noantri), the same thing happens to Joan (b. point, I mean), which, following the bad thoughts, it is better than plunging a finger into her mouth and a bit lapparselo '(unless you were cleaning a drop of paint, but it seems strange, because usually mica paint you stain);
10. After the smiles full of innuendo between the two ladies at the beginning, and the glances between the big boy and then Joan, the last freeze-frame turns on sciura fixing in the car with lascivious eyes, like "The Giovanna me do too 'I fucking believe it? "
11. This is the penultimate image, we said, because the latter is the image of the plate instead of 'gabion is complete with a patch (light symbolism? Master Barthes, how we miss you) all pitted green Excluding the upper-right of a triangle left blank (another symbol, and if so, the symbol of the "triangle that brings us" a la Elio or the "triangle no, I had not seen" by Renato Zero?), while others scatter: Pennellone spatolatone wet and long and insightful the aviary.
Now I ask myself and I say to make a spot so I went with two lines of script out of a porn film and raccatato have two or three regular customers, asking him to put down the their fantasies trite (the menage a trois with the maid in stockings, cages, Villone from the late Roman Empire, ...) or have relied on a Copyrighter genius who managed to make anyone forget that the Saratoga more in addition to siliconesigillante, it also paints railings? I say, I'm so disgusted by this ad that I watched on youtube Saturday, Sunday, Monday, twice, three yesterday, today and probably three more tomorrow about another couple of times!
Master Iceman, enlighten us!
PS: inexplicably, the waitress named Joanna and Samantha (pronounced Saaman'za)
Is It Good To Go Gluten Free With Pcos
I'm pissed off black, very black, I run what I have and I can not say more because I would be too vulgar. But I'm pissed off like a hyena.
We are doing renovation work in the cas ain we're going to live: the painting walls, new kitchen and bathroom.
For the work we turn to friends with whom we worked, good, honest in the price (especially considering the few finance), speech .... except the plumber. never worked with him ... we ensure that we put to the bathroom and kitchen one week a couple of days ... do not worry, pens ghe me ... shit!
been 2 months and repeat two long months, and in addition to splitting the bathroom and make a mess in the house with lemacerie did nothing.
Yesterday I called the furniture: "Good morning Mrs. are the furniture, the kitchen has arrived .. we can mount it to come tomorrow?"
As if you find no place among a pile of rubble and some old pipe and sit crooked!
So I replied: "Um abbaimo had a setback a couple of days and get back to you, eh excuse me, I know that we have made fast."
Today they asked me € 10,000 for all bathroom and kitchen and turn-key ... 1 month of work ... in fact turning a blind eye both on the price ... but still one month works?? But
ugly bastard of a plumber, I explained that I was in a hurry that I can not stay in this house and go back and forth every time that my daughter must leave home and you behave like this ???????
me cry and I still have not figured if the price for the beating and / or time to work.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Low Vitamin D And Ferritin Absorption, Causes
CAPERSCADA: because you are worth but do not know what the current exchange rate change
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And for any question we have a call center available 24 hours in which 24 well-trained monkeys respond with the motto "Jimmy wants banana" and will entertain you with very nice guttural verses that are worth more than any answer (* the first 10,000 who use the service will be delivered at home 'Pack Of Kindness' cap consisting of fishing and 5 kg. guano ape).
The package that we intend to propose is divided into 3 groups: TRAMP, UOMOMEDIO, DONNAFIGA.
TRAMP package is aimed at young audiences, facing the future with machete blows, grabbing life by the balls, who lives night and day a bit 'at random and with its unquestionable style but, alas, has no fucking money. We take this human wreck (you, yes, you) and we offer a complete redesign of the site, attractive graphics designed especially for him from our pool of experts (with * 'Pool of Experts' Directorate means a class of children schizoid who will be screwed over the disegnetti), an aggressive communication in which the vulgar insult is just the beginning. And all this at the modest figure of 99% of the retirement mum, for life. Why CAPERSCADA for the future is an elderly man with a young man on his back. CAPERSCADA: we design the future picconate the past.
The package is aimed at an audience UOMOMEDIO depressed, disgusted that the man in the street itself and all others, a man whose libido has been put in the fridge under the Knorr soup, a man who literally 'shit head '(* attention,' shit head 'is a copyright protected of CAPERSCADA inc., any person not belonging to that company found a shit in someone's head will suffer the penalties applicable), a squirt of urine into the latrine that great is life. With UOMOMEDIO we want to highlight your strong points that probably are not here and this greatly speeds up everything. We offer the technical facilities and logistics (a white A4 paper and a bench in the park), we have the know-how (we are experts in HTML, tvtb, miciomiao and italian-approssimativ and Miguel is the administrative office of the Mojito that split). You, in return, we offer you just need your trust and, as mica magna with confidence, a blank check (symbol of purity) and a relative pussy. (*: Please note that this package has slightly longer execution time due to bureaucratic red tape and the time necessary to stop laughing reading your entry form and view your photos).
DONNAFIGA package is the flagship of COPERSCADA. For you women and modern woman, not a neanderthal such as that of Pallosa Montalcini; for you, who jets with a smile on any ugly you cross the street for thee that 'culture' is the question and the answer is 'sti cocks'; for you to keep your job and are 50 100 of his mouth and love, for you who the detachment at the withers worthy of Ribot and tits studied by Goodyear for you and your friends invidiosette called 'Aspiratutto' and did not understand why, for you the ideal solution is DONNAFIGA. Through DONNAFIGA you are entitled to: personal and informal meetings in the bedrooms of each of the creative team, creating special videos shot on your site the best avant-garde directors (* the term 'anal', 'facial' and 'pussy' are simple terms of hypertext programming whose complexity we are not even talking about), great importance to the best search engines (Youporn, Tuttotopa, Donnatroia and, optionally, also the duffer of Google), access as a leader at the 'Tap Apricot Tour' prestigious promotional event for so direct a contact with your audience to send in the attic every 3D. From the plunge! Send your CV now ... joke, so we're not tax, post some pictures of you in the shower (a symbol of purity) to CAPERSCADA and see, the thing pays for itself. Paves the recommendations and your future with DONNAFIGA. (* Please note that through the acquisition of this package, the user gets the right to submission complete and utter to our CEO, Dr.. Bueno Gato. Please note that under current law (Judgement of the Supreme Court held in Arcore of 08/15/2009) the words 'groped' and 'Gran Porca' are to be considered within a normal male-female dialectic and absolutely no harmful the dignity of the person)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Handjob Milking Peeing
The Dancin Blog Address ;-)
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
Can You Take Mylanta Every Day
For those who have not understood, but I doubt it, your home PC does not act as, or better, the Bad has inadvertently spilled a full glass of water on the keyboard Mac's ... so the last row does not work ...
And so we have spent € 69.00 for a brand new keyboard ... that this was not even one year, oh well, things happen arghhhh!
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Can Green Beans Spark In M
At the ripe old age of 13 months and something I can say that Topina walk!
say that already 15 days was of little steps by way of a penguin, but right now walks and runs to meet you when I see you, how nice!
But for the moment still no small step on the road, I prefer to wait for it even safer!
ps (sorry for the inaction)
Friday, April 23, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
How Much Is A 1970s Polaris Colt Worth
FEAST
The story I'm about to tell is all true. But out of respect for people who might find themselves described, I will not use real names and not provide geographical indications. Everything still remains shrouded in thick fog of mystery.
Me and my girlfriend and Stephen F. Tania and in F. Saturday night we went to Marina R. X at the bar to celebrate the birthday of Paul B. Paul B.
The woman we will call F., wanted to organize a surprise party (Which, regarding the suspicious and shrewd Paul B., means to drug the peppered mussels, peppered see him fall face down on this, leave the airway from any pepper soup, running desperately in the bar downstairs, to book the entire bar immoral and also to a figure not negotiable, go home, launch an email to multiple invitations to friends, pay a bribe to the Camorra of servers to automatically delete any evidence of mail and / or Knock down the optical fibers within a radius of 500 km, pray to God not to have made missteps and had erased the fingerprints in the bar handles, see Paul B. recover and ask "Did you sleep, darling," say for the next 15 days all requests to Paul B. with the technique talkative children "Why, because why?").
Paul B. of course he already knew everything.
And he knew I was going too. This is a very important element of our history. Knowing that I'd been there, Paul B. he realized that he would not have been the focus of attention. He could not throw it on the beauty that I am equipped with a thing called 'sex appeal' and which is provided only by God and that the good Lord, the distribution was very park. Could not compete with the sympathy of my famous fake-armpit farts let me hold your hand ever unleashed a riot of laughter and admiration. Nor would the elegance worked: my style (or style) gives me the grace and naturalness of a gazelle, combined with strong roughness of the urban Indian Village People.
Nothing would work. Except for one thing.
The party was great. Rivers of German lager cascade. Bed of radicchio and hammocks of mortadella. Popular ballads and rural songs of wisdom as "Osteria number 20, paraponziponzipo if her pussy had teeth, paraponziponzipo. Greetings to old friends not seen for some time. Jacuzzi and mignottoni Habana and as big as a leg. Then we went outside to smoke and one, called Kk, he rolled a barrel size wursterlesca me as he said that training was the most rewarding experience of his life. A filiform
curl greeted us from the balcony of the house of Paul B. and gave his name as Michael Jackson and had to look after the son of Paul B. and did a moonwalk while the lady waved the kid over the railing waving crowd that, objectively, was not there.
Then we came back. And Paul B. asked to be quiet he wanted to make a speech. And that's where the diabolical plan began.
Paul B. thanked everyone. He admitted that the surprise party he had sensed for months. He cazzeggiano a bit '(the large, admittedly). He described how the relationship with his partner, Paul B. he used to amaze and surprise (of course) and companion who had asked how this evening could (just) surprise. Then he knelt down, opened a box containing a leather square ring with diamond or cubic zirconia or glass or plastic and asked her to marry him.
Everything in life is to be accepted, and each course must be drunk as fresh water and digested at the source (and then pissed, all right). Sometimes life hands you a big slice of that Tortona is the wisdom and cunning negarsene would at the very least a bite. And Paul B. in this parable teaches us many things:
1) if you are going to make a marriage proposal, it is best to do it in the midst of so many people. This is to: a) have eyewitnesses that your partner, even if it does not respond, while he pocketed the ring, b) in case rejection of this proposal, the female audience in tears at the gesture is willing to smutandarsi in the male group.
2) the ritual of marriage proposal involves the sudden kinking which requires nerves of steel, steel ball ends and a long workout to prevent frayed tendon.
3), which is always better to have a doctor in the room (preferably an orthopedic see 2).
4) the ritual of the precise steps of that approach include the German lager-down, the sacrifice of a virgin (unfortunately this stage is not always implemented for some stupid technicality that does not recommend sticking with a girl and, above all for the current shortage of virgin females), do puncture inframuscolare of 1200 cc. Averna his partner, barricade the door, kneel down, open a box, and mutter a supercazzola take the "fuck you say?" delivered by the company for a Yes
5) that the possible date and place of marriage are vague concepts loooong.
6) that between me and Paul B. it was just sex and in the end love triumphs. 
The story I'm about to tell is all true. But out of respect for people who might find themselves described, I will not use real names and not provide geographical indications. Everything still remains shrouded in thick fog of mystery. Me and my girlfriend and Stephen F. Tania and in F. Saturday night we went to Marina R. X at the bar to celebrate the birthday of Paul B. Paul B.
The woman we will call F., wanted to organize a surprise party (Which, regarding the suspicious and shrewd Paul B., means to drug the peppered mussels, peppered see him fall face down on this, leave the airway from any pepper soup, running desperately in the bar downstairs, to book the entire bar immoral and also to a figure not negotiable, go home, launch an email to multiple invitations to friends, pay a bribe to the Camorra of servers to automatically delete any evidence of mail and / or Knock down the optical fibers within a radius of 500 km, pray to God not to have made missteps and had erased the fingerprints in the bar handles, see Paul B. recover and ask "Did you sleep, darling," say for the next 15 days all requests to Paul B. with the technique talkative children "Why, because why?").
Paul B. of course he already knew everything.
And he knew I was going too. This is a very important element of our history. Knowing that I'd been there, Paul B. he realized that he would not have been the focus of attention. He could not throw it on the beauty that I am equipped with a thing called 'sex appeal' and which is provided only by God and that the good Lord, the distribution was very park. Could not compete with the sympathy of my famous fake-armpit farts let me hold your hand ever unleashed a riot of laughter and admiration. Nor would the elegance worked: my style (or style) gives me the grace and naturalness of a gazelle, combined with strong roughness of the urban Indian Village People.
Nothing would work. Except for one thing.
The party was great. Rivers of German lager cascade. Bed of radicchio and hammocks of mortadella. Popular ballads and rural songs of wisdom as "Osteria number 20, paraponziponzipo if her pussy had teeth, paraponziponzipo. Greetings to old friends not seen for some time. Jacuzzi and mignottoni Habana and as big as a leg. Then we went outside to smoke and one, called Kk, he rolled a barrel size wursterlesca me as he said that training was the most rewarding experience of his life. A filiform
curl greeted us from the balcony of the house of Paul B. and gave his name as Michael Jackson and had to look after the son of Paul B. and did a moonwalk while the lady waved the kid over the railing waving crowd that, objectively, was not there.
Then we came back. And Paul B. asked to be quiet he wanted to make a speech. And that's where the diabolical plan began.
Paul B. thanked everyone. He admitted that the surprise party he had sensed for months. He cazzeggiano a bit '(the large, admittedly). He described how the relationship with his partner, Paul B. he used to amaze and surprise (of course) and companion who had asked how this evening could (just) surprise. Then he knelt down, opened a box containing a leather square ring with diamond or cubic zirconia or glass or plastic and asked her to marry him.
Everything in life is to be accepted, and each course must be drunk as fresh water and digested at the source (and then pissed, all right). Sometimes life hands you a big slice of that Tortona is the wisdom and cunning negarsene would at the very least a bite. And Paul B. in this parable teaches us many things:
1) if you are going to make a marriage proposal, it is best to do it in the midst of so many people. This is to: a) have eyewitnesses that your partner, even if it does not respond, while he pocketed the ring, b) in case rejection of this proposal, the female audience in tears at the gesture is willing to smutandarsi in the male group.
2) the ritual of marriage proposal involves the sudden kinking which requires nerves of steel, steel ball ends and a long workout to prevent frayed tendon.
3), which is always better to have a doctor in the room (preferably an orthopedic see 2).
4) the ritual of the precise steps of that approach include the German lager-down, the sacrifice of a virgin (unfortunately this stage is not always implemented for some stupid technicality that does not recommend sticking with a girl and, above all for the current shortage of virgin females), do puncture inframuscolare of 1200 cc. Averna his partner, barricade the door, kneel down, open a box, and mutter a supercazzola take the "fuck you say?" delivered by the company for a Yes
5) that the possible date and place of marriage are vague concepts loooong.
6) that between me and Paul B. it was just sex and in the end love triumphs.
Monday, March 15, 2010
How To Get Gettyimages Without Watermarks
A year ago at 5.45 I had my belly .. Topina Topina a hair full of blacks, all fired Topina a beautiful and clean throughout, ... calm and hot. That feeling, call it so, I think even now, as if I had touched a second ago. When I have leaned on my stomach, I was still, just remember that I have touched on gambina turned to my husband and I said " is hot, touch, feel how hot it is!
A year ago I discovered how much force you can give the person next to you in difficult times, I remember that feeling well, but every so often when the story seems to lose some nuances, unfortunately.
A year ago I became a mother, and every day makes me proare Topina my emotions and new sensations, especially when I did not expect, when coming home at night, I expect two little arms outstretched and eyes full of love!
Many Greetings my love!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Smashbox Foundation Vs. Makeup Forever Foundation
infinite and finite
Monday, March 1, 2010 (or Year 16 of the Age of Berlusconi), at 19.13 I finished reading Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace.
And today I write as if no one listened. What is the biggest dance that one can tell whether you're composing the opera-Basic-Che-L'Umanità -awaited or you may end Bartezzaghi during the daily production of faeces. So, at least, I write for me. To give me a pat on the back before resuming the cycle of 20 flessioni/pausa/30 flexion / pause / 40 flex / fainting. If there is a terrible thing to write about is the thought that what you write is 'trivial', which falls in the too long list of productions onanist in which the author speaks beautifully of their dicks and want to do, consciously or unconsciously, so 'cute', sinking it the poor man who reads in the quicksand of boredom (you know those classic images of Tg when there is an environmental disaster like an oil tanker stuck off the coast and a few are seen the birds that flap their wings tarred and / or impetroliate and it seems the motion of one crying out in anguish "Levatemi this stuff off, fuck, remove it"? So this gives the idea).
DFW is never so. In short stories or essays (please, just read "Come on, Simba" in "Consider the Lobster", a report of the voyage of John McCain in the presidential election U.S. 2000). Even in the shopping list, I suppose. DFW is not reflected in himself. Nor in the readers. This is not reflected anywhere. Start writing something, goes around, you are informed, law, takes pity, angry, try to understand and, eventually, he goes on a planet where the atmosphere is made of and where pietas We feed on fear and love and where you digest everything and defecate in lightness. And the best part is that it is his special planet, we are all invited.
"Infinite Jest" is not an easy book. It is not easy to steal (you try to exit a Feltrinelli 1443 with pages placed under a coat stroking his mustache and saying, "You know, are on the 5th month). It is not easy to use (yes, of course, I suggest you open a page and move forward in a progressive but the thing is that there are 136 pages of notes of the author, ranging from endless cinema absurd to chemical decomposition of substances + or - and lysergic + or - licit). It is not easy to program ( as if you were told "Okay, now you're looking for a film lasting 72 hours, once started, 'want' to keep looking, because it leads to drink, eat and get ready to piss and shit in a pan with plastic). It is not easy to keep up (a synopsis is impossible, as well as a hint of texture as well as get to remember all the characters that I have tried to follow sign on a package but then I broke his balls and I just know that I made game DFW). It is not easy to feel up to (not that far from DFW grazing height but flies with us, walk with us, strip us, but from the infinite sense of sadness / joy that seems to squeeze everything right until did not finish and then leave you look at what drained and say "Look, there was also this").
Epper for me today is the day 1 year 1 DIJ (After Infinite Jest).
I feel confused and tend to have conportamenti which are the summation of various characters in the book. It all makes sense and, seconds later, this feeling disappears. I feel a sense of peace that I believe heralds the war. I'm stopping to talk to people. I look at a brick with blue corners overblown and give myself a pat on my shoulder and say "Come on Simba." 
Monday, March 1, 2010 (or Year 16 of the Age of Berlusconi), at 19.13 I finished reading Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace. And today I write as if no one listened. What is the biggest dance that one can tell whether you're composing the opera-Basic-Che-L'Umanità -awaited or you may end Bartezzaghi during the daily production of faeces. So, at least, I write for me. To give me a pat on the back before resuming the cycle of 20 flessioni/pausa/30 flexion / pause / 40 flex / fainting. If there is a terrible thing to write about is the thought that what you write is 'trivial', which falls in the too long list of productions onanist in which the author speaks beautifully of their dicks and want to do, consciously or unconsciously, so 'cute', sinking it the poor man who reads in the quicksand of boredom (you know those classic images of Tg when there is an environmental disaster like an oil tanker stuck off the coast and a few are seen the birds that flap their wings tarred and / or impetroliate and it seems the motion of one crying out in anguish "Levatemi this stuff off, fuck, remove it"? So this gives the idea).
DFW is never so. In short stories or essays (please, just read "Come on, Simba" in "Consider the Lobster", a report of the voyage of John McCain in the presidential election U.S. 2000). Even in the shopping list, I suppose. DFW is not reflected in himself. Nor in the readers. This is not reflected anywhere. Start writing something, goes around, you are informed, law, takes pity, angry, try to understand and, eventually, he goes on a planet where the atmosphere is made of and where pietas We feed on fear and love and where you digest everything and defecate in lightness. And the best part is that it is his special planet, we are all invited.
"Infinite Jest" is not an easy book. It is not easy to steal (you try to exit a Feltrinelli 1443 with pages placed under a coat stroking his mustache and saying, "You know, are on the 5th month). It is not easy to use (yes, of course, I suggest you open a page and move forward in a progressive but the thing is that there are 136 pages of notes of the author, ranging from endless cinema absurd to chemical decomposition of substances + or - and lysergic + or - licit). It is not easy to program ( as if you were told "Okay, now you're looking for a film lasting 72 hours, once started, 'want' to keep looking, because it leads to drink, eat and get ready to piss and shit in a pan with plastic). It is not easy to keep up (a synopsis is impossible, as well as a hint of texture as well as get to remember all the characters that I have tried to follow sign on a package but then I broke his balls and I just know that I made game DFW). It is not easy to feel up to (not that far from DFW grazing height but flies with us, walk with us, strip us, but from the infinite sense of sadness / joy that seems to squeeze everything right until did not finish and then leave you look at what drained and say "Look, there was also this").
Epper for me today is the day 1 year 1 DIJ (After Infinite Jest).
I feel confused and tend to have conportamenti which are the summation of various characters in the book. It all makes sense and, seconds later, this feeling disappears. I feel a sense of peace that I believe heralds the war. I'm stopping to talk to people. I look at a brick with blue corners overblown and give myself a pat on my shoulder and say "Come on Simba."
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