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my birthday

Joy, who would have thought? Also this year I've done to make the years and are well 88, the face of those who wished me ill, tie!

I wanted to thank everybody who took the festicciuola for a few close to pacifier, night clubs under the house. We were about 923, more guest. guest not.
In particular thanks to my nephew has paid for everything that Pitufo (since the end of the evening I realized that it did not just happened change purse).
The thing I liked most was the white sauce pie with my eucalyptol in effigy throughout desabigliè (As the French say savvy).
It was fortunate for those who happened to slice with my left boob, the most valuable of the two.

Also thanks to the Emir of Brunei, who could not go to see (for purely political commitments, he says, but the truth is his fifth concubine from the right is jealous of me) but I sent that nice chest full of gold studded with diamonds filled chocolates grappa di Montepulciano.
The chocolates are flown in a flash (in the face of diabetes).

I wanted to thank the mysterious masked man who kept me company darkroom in those two valuable Oretta, waiting for the dancing began, since otherwise an old woman like me would have already fallen asleep from boredom.
I do not know who it was, but I wanted to tell him that he left behind his Rome with the number 10 jersey and that if he wants to come to collect it, I can go whenever he wants.

Finally thanks to everyone for the gifts in a bag, I reached 34,722 euros and thirty cents and are already leaving for Venice, where he will invest the amount on the Whole 32 Red Casino.
And if I win, now you know: I bought a bell'atollo in the Pacific and goodbye to all, joy.

your disheveled,
Grandma Lola