Monday, August 20, 2007

How Many Pro Points In Scollop Bhuna

also st'estate went

Yeah today is already August 20 ergo the summer living can be considered at three weeks of its fitting conclusion (the summer with the meteorologists' is known to end up with the birthday of that cusp of Perron) ... what to say? I finally comic (with two months of delay) to live my typical summer: that is, no contact with the outside world for the past two weeks ... I do not see any person except family and work (up to a month ago coincided well), apart from a few unfortunate impromptu chat on msn (which is as desert usually) do not speak with any person ... oh well ... and add to this that the curse caseifivio are gloomy and silent (Dario called me the stranger and Mirko asks me every day because I do not butt-fuck anyone) I'm living my classic exile summer ... what surely will interest you very much ... what do you think? because Roccarina do this? maybe he likes? You can even give a damn ... the fact is that I have no clue about your stay in this world, although I must say that I dispaicerebbe if any of you had since died ... but we will now move to the issue that flares up is (my god) the blog at this time! no, I'm not referring to the questions of good alessandro Pietricola on his myspace, but but but but the controversy or roccarinico-fainesca. herr weasel after she accused of communism (now I'm tired of explaining my position on that ideology seriously, after years of allegations fasciofrattarelliane) now the good old Mauro (I do not know good, old for sure) My name is Matthew and I mcRock descive as a superhero. help! I have ago? I have to say that the last post was almost laughing, but the rest is incredible ... I Dunno, I worry about that citizen of the Republic Bamboccio still in the mind. I'm afraid, I'm so scared. this post is degenerating. know how to make the mozzarella? I do not, I'm on the side of packaging, and often I go into storage (c'ò spent all day today, made me from sweating like a Sudanese and the only one who sometimes helps me is an Indian named George, despite what Calisi tell louis that "no Indian is called George).
or at least suffer until September 5. then I do the wandering.
goodbye
matteo

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