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Late extreme ... but happy birthday!





At the time of writing as it was done. I hope you had a good time!
Greetings ... even late!

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Dear Santa.

I know I've already sent my letter to the gift, but now I'm writing because I want to tell you something.

Today the teacher gave us a task in class.
had to talk about our classmate.
I tired to do this task every year makes us do and I never know what to write.
Which is hard to talk about my classmate.
His name is Francis and has the gift.
not know how to explain it well but I told my grandfather and I believe him because it never tells me lies and yells at me when I say them.
told me one day when he heard me say that I think is strange.
Since then I have observed good Francis.
He's all alone, always smiles and the twinkle eyes.
He has blue eyes and white teeth white. Also I want white teeth as his, and I wash them every night before going to bed.

What I regret is that he has no father.
In fact, I once heard a mother and grandmother speak and said that it is strange that without the father Francis always receives many expensive gifts, because the mother does the cleaning in a building and can afford them. Grandma says that the mother of Francis has always been a whore, and those are the gifts of his friends.
What I did not understand, if you're a slut because you do presents? I
presents them only if I do a good boy.

One thing I like about Frank is a backpack.
Io voglio vedere cosa c’è dentro.
Se tu gli chiedi una cosa, lui la tira fuori da lì, anche se sembra vuoto.
Ti serve un quaderno? Lui ne ha uno nuovo e bellissimo e te lo regala.
Hai perso la busta nuova di figurine? Lui ne ha sempre una in più e te la regala.
L’altro giorno Monica piangeva perché aveva perso il portachiavi a forma di orsacchiotto che aveva attaccato all’astuccio.
Francesco lo ha tirato fuori dallo zaino e ha detto che lo aveva trovato per terra.
Monica però dice che il suo era rovinato mentre quello che le ha dato Francesco era nuovo nuovo, ma uguale a quello perso.

Un giorno, alla ricreazione, dei compagni di classe hanno tagliato la coda ad una lucertola con una monetina e poi l’hanno ammazzata.
Quando se ne sono andati Francesco si è avvicinato alla lucertola, si è abbassato e l’ha toccata.
Lo so che nessuno mi crede, ma ha avvicinato la coda al corpo e quella si è attaccata e la lucertola se ne è andata tranquilla.
Io ho avuto paura e dopo scuola sono andato da mio nonno e gli ho detto tutto.
Lui mi ha raccontato che circa otto anni fa, quando io e Francesco non eravamo ancora nati, nel nostro paesello si era scatenata una bufera di neve violentissima proprio la vigilia di Natale.
Faceva tanto freddo e nessuno usciva, tutte le luci di natale che erano per strada si erano fulminate e tutti erano preoccupati.
Nonno era uscito dopo the Christmas Eve dinner even if it was snowing strong, because every year he played cards with friends and did not want to miss.
As he walked near his mother's house of Francis saw a man sneak into the garden and then he too came thinking it was a thief.
I would not be entered but my grandfather is strong and he is not afraid.
Grandpa told me he was going to stop him when he turned one. While
told me he was crying.
He said that the man who turned around shivering in the snow was you. The
look into your eyes is enough to understand it and could not move and talk.
Thou hast laid him on the shoulder and you smiled.
You told him you know what was thinking, in that house there was no baby, just a woman. Then you said that the fireplace is cold when you are alone, even if you bring a sack full of presents.
Then you have cherished and you said you've always deserved his gifts, did you smile and you walked toward the house.
Grandpa says it's nice to have cold if there are two of the mica, but I have this thing happen.

Almost a year after Francis was born and my grandfather says he has the gift and that you are her dad

I know that some things are small and large do not understand, but I just wanted to tell you something: I believe .

Luca.

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"... and I do not call me garbage boy, asshole!"



Background: Currently I have a situation
university bureaucratically complicated. None of that but, you know, if they can send you upstairs to the office of the secretary, who is moving from the bar but can not find it because the coffee with a cigarette has a strange effect, you send us (I stitched, it is not this happened).

The following is exactly what has happened to me at university, therefore, not tell!

Last night I saw Scarface. Superb.
omit the talk about the film, that still would not be able to do, and precisely only the child in me comes out, once again, ringalluzzito beautiful! The child in question
wakes up with the idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to office with a nice cigar in his mouth, his shirt open and chains in sight, a line of coke the size of a sausage in the nose and a nice machine gun in his hand.
Lift up your eyes to the sky and see a Goodyear blimp with the unequivocal message "The World Is Yours ..."
Good.
I and the baby in me scarface go to secretarial students. These are 11:30, the closing is at 12:00.
Good. The desk
type is deserted but at least there is a kind man sitting at the desk next to it.
tells me that my colleague is temporarily out of view because he is on the seventh floor of the Secretariat economy and can not help me.
Good.
guess I come out of the machine gun in hand, shouting with the voice of common Ferruccio Amendola (the voice actor for Al in Scarface) "want to go to war?!?"
Nothing, but I think the type is not a bigger fish.
There are three pretty girls lined up for this beautiful fish (do not laugh) and in the meantime are 11:50.
The girls stand out in twenty seconds (if you're still in the double sense of before, you can draw conclusions), I feel relieved: the big fish is all mine! (Hem. ..)
Suddenly, he:
"Girls, get off? Then wait for the elevator that I come with you!"

Cooooooooooooooooosa? You son of a bitch piece of shit broke ass Paraculo provolone slippery dick!
However, he sees me. He asks me what I need, and understood that it is not easy, says:
"come on, keep talking"

I find myself in the elevator. We
me, him, the three girls, two unknown and little Scarface in the meantime has blowjob the plaster walls of nervousness.
I state my case.
whore of a bitch ... basgascionissima in an elevator with a guy who should still be in office, according to the working hours!
However, terms and him

"mmm ... back after 16 because it has yet to join the committee ... then girls you where you come from? "

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!

opens the elevator, the first, near the door, I let the girls pull out, the two strangers, I offer back to the type and go before him.
in Esco 'atrium and I feel strange.
Scarface even the shadow of the baby, I have left him only a toy machine gun and a Cuban cigar in the ass.

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Favella 3000 From: "Who he remembered? "

Small note - because of language too naive at times we felt the need to make minor changes to the original text, while keeping intact lo spirito dell’autore.


Sono trascorsi tre anni dal mio arrivo su quest’isola che credevo deserta.
Come faccio a saperlo? Di solito facevo la ceretta una volta a settimana, ora adotto metodi meno civili, ma a conti fatti saranno tre anni.
Mi sembra ieri, quando me ne stavo tranquillo a far risplendere il mio corpo oliato sul ponte della nave.
Poi, l’esplosione.
Abbiamo iniziato ad imbarcare acqua ed il resto è stato esattamente come quel documentario con Leonardo Di Caprio, o forse non era un documentario.
“Si salvi chi può” è un inno alla vita, più della lampada solare, più dell’happy hour, più del calcio…vabbé, perhaps more than football but the point was to survive and I thought 'I can. " Now I can say that
sopravvivei, sopravvicqui, sopravvivissi ... erm ... I'm alive.

Just when everything was over, the ship sank, people sucked, the sharks had eaten enough and the unbearable itching of the face, caused by salt water, had passed, I found myself on a small piece of flooring with a child and a woman in her forties.
I am a man, and men know what to do, study the situation and make sacrifices if necessary.

is why according to my calculations I have seen fit to throw into the sea: the little she would not ever done and she asked me if I liked the philosophy.
After days to see my tonic decrease muscle mass I got here.
I knelt and I prayed thanking her, the Queen Mother of all of us poor souls without agency: Mary.

Since then much has happened, what I thought was rather deserted island populated by a tribe of natives. They speak a language incomprehensible, but we ourselves, with the subjunctive and conditional, who are we to criticize?
However, I've squared, children, blacks, thin ... no, the exiles are those who go into exile, and they were skinny enough.
did not take long to become their leader, was enough to show him my sculpted body, the angel wings tattooed on his back and the chest and Mary and Maurice must have thought I was a god.
Now I have a throne, all mine, their women, all of them, and do not have to choose one by May.
of life on earth I was doing a little part of me now.
I decided to found a new religion and I have fertilized twice, in these three years, forty women of the village. I have my small band of followers: the children of Mary.
Oh, Mary, if only I could see them.

I'm fine, I have my football team, my league, a sort of triangular with two teams that I always win.
I miss my mother, but I know that with my attitude I have not disappointed, right mom? Joked one time that you told me to get a job, like you and Dad, you do not I'd ever this cruel, right mom?
Finally, I decided to give this letter to the sea with the blood of one of the skinny types.
I would like to reassure you all please stop damn for me, I know that I miss you and I left a blank television unbridgeable. But I feel good here.
only a desire, a gift from you. I ask you to take me, no matter when, the only real source of joy for me, the only engine that has helped me to bear sad awakenings: the mirror. Your

C.

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I have a secret place.
I've put in a candle lit, a small notebook, a soap bubble, a slap, the first comic.
I packed everything pretty well, the narrow white ribbon on a blue background on my apron.
I brought forward in time thinking of going right, but the weather is like a kiss on the corner of a smile, as the soul of a clown as my wet eyes to the ceiling.
I was in prison, and again at the start, I loose a bow, I looked inside and there was more.
I was there, in your secret place that only you know.





I know it's a bad copy of the tales of Bartoli, but I wrote it in exactly two minutes without thinking.

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May 20, 1970.
In Italy is launched the Workers' Statute and Mark, who left a fingerprint twenty fat on a dream, he returns home after eight hours at the factory, she thinks and writes a song.
A few days later, a local pimp and intellectual, a true hero pronounces his name into the microphone and everyone knows that music is for her, the emancipated girl dancing in the front row.
The evening ends, the sheets in his body, all night ... and cabbage, at six in the new assembly line.

End of September 1986. With
official date "October 1986" the Italian newsstands know a handsome young Londoner. Months went by and Craven Road 7 is the way of the heart, too difficult to achieve at least the guy at one meter from Martha, a girl who sees REM in ninety-eight boards. He understands nothing but football takes the assist of the comic and that meter is behind us.
The rest say it's chemistry, but we have not studied and we call it love.

February 1996. Pippo Baudo
steals the victory of the Festival of San Remo to Elio e le Storie Tese. A
Luca run in seven eighths, as ex-La Terra dei Cachi.
The next day he finds himself at the cinema with a girl with whom he has spoken twice, with the complicity of the only friends and friends of friends.
The secret is to talk, listen.
And two strangers can have a pleasant evening, because it makes you feel good to feel stupid.

2008.
Toto broke up, Richard Wright has died and also I do not feel so well.
Meanwhile, Stephen and Anna, sixteen assault, they decided that three months may be enough to chat and meet in front of a bar, after all, as if they had known all along.
Freud wrote: "... touching, body contact is the immediate goal of the investment object is aggressive, is that of love ... but the isolation is the abolition the possibility of contact ... "
They do not know this and improvised music that does not know.
a disaster.
Pino said: Children should be placed in the sun, because they know where it's cold and where there is more heat. But at home, the weather is up to you.
A gentleman sitting at the bar, born in 1935, keeps them away. They are distant, cold.
picks up a broom and seven of diamonds by smiles, he thinks that, fortunately, the King is dead.

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Chris Carlsson, Guerrilla Gardening and Critical Mass

Sorry for the delay in updating my blog but between problems with the telephone line, a few deserved days of vacation (one way ... do not go too lily-sul Trasimeno!) And preparation for examinations of the university in September I did not recover had much time to update.

In the meantime, I am filled with petitions signed by you:)

but just did not seem to leave only a few links and some petition so we update on a site discovered the other day, Anobii .

How does it work?

you register, put the books you read, you would like to read or read and see other users with tastes similar to yours from which you can find other interesting books by read. They are also active local groups to read and to meet or even exchange and sell used books. You can add reviews etc ... What all this hits? Not much perhaps, but there's also a lot of people reading books about ecology in which to browse and there are groups with collections of books on sustainable living, and biological decline. Well sign up, my nickname is aokmanga. Get live;)

A book that you can immediately add to the wish list? Nowtopia Chris Carlsson

The author is often considered the father of Critical Mass is talking about in this book along with other movements of Guerrilla Gardening and Haktivisti, hackers executioners. We speak now of these three movements cited above: The

Haktivist of which is dealt with in a particular way are those who through the use of technology means to spread ideas of freedom, peace, equality.

Of greater interest in the topic of the blog are the Guerrilla Gardener.

The main point of reference in Italy is the site GuerrillaGardening

you work alone or in groups. How many times have you seen in your cities pieces of land left to their own left bare or full of weeds? Take a spade and a hoe, some seeds and make it your garden. This means Guerrilla Green. On the site you'll see some examples of previous work in large Italian cities but they are different all over the world.

What is instead a critical mass?

The critical mass is not too casual but a gathering of bikes thanks to the strength of their number allows the bike to move around the streets of our busy city with more confidence. The first Critical Mass took place in 1992 in San Francisco. Since then the movement spread all over the world and in Italy today, every month we gather in various cities on various dates to protest car pollution and to feel once the bottles in a car and bike traffic in the contrary)

Often the events related to critical mass are directly related to the work of ciclofficine, officine per riparare o prendere delle bici che si reggono sul lavoro di volontari e donazioni spontanee. In questo sito tutti gli appuntamenti Critical Mass in Italia. E in quest'altro tutte le ciclofficine italiane e altri link sulla bici.

Ciao ciao... Vi avviso subito che gli aggiornamenti andranno un pò a rilento per prossima partenza e preparazione per l'università. Alla prossima ;)

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Qui 3 petizioni che mi arrivano dalla mailing list di AgireOra

Non so voi ma le prime due sono una cosa agghiacciante secondo me. Tutt'e tre riguardano la città di Alghero in Sardegna. Non posso credere nella crudeltà di alcune persone...

Ecco i link delle 3 petizioni da poter firmare:

Cane investito e lasciato morire

Cane Seviziato e Ucciso (la peggiore penso)

Altro Cane investito

In compenso se cosi si può dire ho trovato molte notizie interessanti. Appena mi sarà possibile ve le darò. Ciao ciao.

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In un precedente articolo abbiamo visto come l'autoproduzione di alcuni prodotti possa rappresentare una buona soluzione per sottrarsi al mercato e ridurre le emissioni di anidride carbon. In this case, the self-production of body care products and detergents are also useful for water pollution especially given all those shower gel, shampoo, detergents for laundry and dishes full of toxic chemicals. Then suddenly from the forums Saicosatispalmi I chose a few recipes (the ones that I think the basic and most useful) you can use:

Deodorants EcoBio:

potassium alum (a stone antibacterial, pass under the After her wet armpits and the smell is gone:) found in the fooorse herbal medicine and pharmacy, has no effect at all)

Deodorant liquid , Saturated solution of water and baking soda (bicarbonate of that is put in water until it melts as you put it). You can smell with essential oils (mix well).

Deodorant Cream

Here's the recipe: In proportion

15:10:10:7

bicarbonate, corn starch (Maizena), shea butter, almond oil

dishwashing detergents:

is the recipe for a very effective detergent tested already;)

3 lemons 400ml water 200g of salt

100ml

wine vinegar Whisk the lemon water and salt. Boil the mixture mixed with vinegar for 10 minutes. Done.

Does not foam and should not be dissolved in containers or otherwise. Usable even for dishwashers (2 tablespoons)

Shampoo:

lemon juice and vinegar

Bubble Bath:

Marseille soap (self, recipe soon and maybe some photos of my production as soon as I get home, can be used in chips for the machine and the lemon juice as a softener)

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intolerant.





The intolerance is a guy who thinks too much and think that you get thinks to ask the right questions, like, because the human being is the only mammal that continues to take milk after weaning? The
lactose intolerant early decision to eliminate the hated anything containing substance and plenty of paper and pen, draw his conviction asociality.

"cappuccino and croissant?"
"Hem, no thanks, you know, are intolerant ..."
"All right, then you take your coffee instead of cappuccino"
"No, the cornet, is made with milk, butter ... I would not feel bad "

" Today we come to dinner with me? I made the lasagna. "
" Hem, with mozzarella? "
" Of course, that question is that? "
" Mmm, no thanks, I have to study. "

" Guys, why do not we go to Naples on Saturday for a pizza as it should? "the intolerant
is aware that going at the foot of Vesuvius and ask a pizza without mozzarella would be tantamount to a whimsical show him a picture of his wife and daughter who are Trumpet of the seven dwarfs.
"Sorry, this Saturday I have guests for dinner and my mother begged me to stay home, it will be next time."

"Honey, cospargimi Lick whipped cream and all!"
"Love, the cream, not I can "
" Then of Nutella! "
“C’è il latte, tanto, non posso.”
“La crema!”
“Non posso, amore…o marmellata o miele!”
Capirete che non è la stessa cosa.

E si strapperebbe i capelli quando, con quaranta gradi all’ombra, implora il cielo pur di mangiare gelato a badilate e poi, arriva la vecchietta. Lei ordina il suo bellissimo, fantasticante, fallico cono con due palle di gelato. Lo mangia con Parkinson e gran parte della delizia cade a terra. Lui lo vede e prenderebbe quel cono per sbatterglielo violentemente sul muso: “mangia…MANGIA fottuta vecchietta, tu che puoi!”

È un continuo serpeggiare tra milioni di impulsi, rompere abitudini decennali, infrangere modelli culturali e cercare comunque di rimanere attaccato alle tradizioni, ripudiando quello che il marketing dell’intolleranza ha costruito per te:
Latte di soia
Latte di riso
Latte senza lattosio, cioè acqua bianca.
Latte di mandorle, castagne, pomodori, zucchine, pollo, di cefalo, squalo, latte di pipistrello, di testicoli, latte di seno di bambola gonfiabile.

Oggi l’intollerante al lattosio ha deciso di comprarsi un chilo di mozzarella di bufala d.o.p.: vuole suicidarsi.






Ho volutamente esagerato, ma adesso sapete anche che sono intollerante al lattosio.

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passed the cloth over the strings, the neck and body, as always after a performance. Un'accortezza that he felt more like a gesture of respect to his instrument as a duty.
Then, in a solitary cigarette out in the club completed the ritual. A cigarette
damn that closes a live: you're slow as she always ends too soon.
Just as he reflected on this thing came up a little boy, will have had less than twenty years. He introduced
kindly asking if it was disturbing. He smiled from its forty-four years and welcomed him kindly.

- No, but what noise? Tell me ... -

The boy just wanted to congratulate the musicians and thank him for having passed a pleasant evening. He smiled embarrassed and not without pointing out that the merits of the band was complete, not just his.
Matthew, so he called the young man nodded and kept us to specify that the compliments were particularly because he played the same instrument.
The man stopped for a fraction of time and studied the boy. Over the years he had learned to recognize the musicians as they arise, but the boys are beyond any analysis, the strength of their dreams is so strong that explodes from his eyes and makes them all the same.

- And so you play bass ... is there any song in particular that you liked? -

Matthew could hardly hold back his embarrassment, he had recognized one in the repertoire and was afraid to make a bad impression. However, it was sincere, because if it were lying open, the figure would have been much worse.

- Solo "The Kitchen" is the song of Pastorius ... have not listened to much jazz. -

The other smiled paternally.

- Chicken ... the song is called "The Chicken", meaning kitchen cooking, but do not worry it is easy to make mistakes. And do not worry if you do not listen to jazz, and when they're ready broaden your mind and listen to everything that is done well, for the moment content to follow your instincts ... by the way, you know why the song is titled Pastorius "Chicken"? -

Parliament passed three or four cigarettes. He had never loved talking about music, since it sounds, and well, there is no reason to talk about it. So he thought. In fact it was good at drawing alternative routes that brought the boy to be discovered, to talk about himself and life. Sure, the music in the background, but simply an excuse to travel with the mind. He understood very little of Matthew. His discomfort was alive and scratch. That body fat a malapena riusciva a trattenerlo e la paura passava tutta attraverso quella postura lievemente ricurva, gli occhi spesso a terra e le mani in tasca. Ma Matteo aveva anche uno sguardo tremendamente intelligente, parlava bene ed argomentava senza sputare sentenze immotivate; cosa tipica, il sentenziare con presunzione, di chi crede di essere migliore degli altri.
Il quasi quarantacinquenne aspettava quella domanda come si aspetta un verdetto e quella arrivò puntuale e precisa:

- Io vorrei continuare a studiare musica dopo le superiori, ma ho paura. Se dovessi diventare un morto di fame? I miei si aspettano che vada all’università e forse potrei non avere il loro sostegno, specie economico, se mi dedicassi solo alla musica. Secondo she should do? -

Only eighteen could ask a question so brutal. The man put his hand on his shoulder and was silent for several seconds, eternal. What to say? What lessons can? How can you address the risk of a life in a direction maybe wrong? Who was he to do? Sure, it was simply expressing a personal opinion, but it was not. The boy asked for help and when you're willing to ask the first stranger you're gonna get a shot, maybe you can give him a straight.
He tried the solution and pondered the question carefully:

-Sai, Matthew, I think the problem is not the music, the university ... no, you you are afraid. Are you afraid of your parents, you're afraid of being judged by others and this blocks you, does not make you choose. I will not tell you what to do, because I can not. What I say is do not be afraid to choose. When you think you're convinced, do it, choose. And do not think that life ends there, maybe a wrong choice. You are young and I assure you a second chance everyone has one, do not be afraid to make mistakes. -

The conversation lasted a few minutes more, greetings, thanks, nothing more.
Matthew walked away, looked up in the air, toward the dark sky, the moon, the stars.
The man lit a cigarette.
looked at his car eighty thousand euro parked in front of the restaurant. A whim, a desire, perhaps a symbol.
He thought when he finished high school. He studied electric bass for three years and had become good, a lot. So good to have to choose between a study of crazy music, eight, nine hours a day, or the university.
The error you find him behind his back in a dark corridor, as a murderess.
He turned, looked into his eyes and smiled with contempt.
Then came the other to say hello, the next afternoon was to carry out open heart surgery, a life depended on his hands and had to be ready.

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search keywords. June 2008



Here we go again with the search keywords. Consider those that concern the
autopraticarsi oral sex or the search for material for a good fellatio as always present, insistently present. Here, not mention more! ;)
Let's see what a nice gave us in June.
Ah, my ass is always justification for the keys to erotic / pornographic.


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It was not a vacuum cleaner? Mah ..

beautiful songs that make you feel not only

Put it this way, you hear a song that not only makes you feel, is beautiful, exciting, you stop and think that would be great to share the moment with someone ... and you feel alone.

who photographed laura Arpino?

I have an alibi!

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But what the hell the world we live in?

mouthpieces do with your ass

a moment ... that is, I do not understand, we are talking about people with a face like my ass?

Gabriele Giarrusso hello where am I?

???... surreal ...

I have bitten my dog, what happens?

seizures, pain, and then the transformation into a monstrous sbranerà that you and your family ...
But to call a veterinarian and possibly a lawyer?

"for her was like making love to bite, tear and swallow"

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Mah .. for nothing that in June, we hope that the heat of July makes the insanely creative wags around the net!

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BM (project)

So, the big boy below is a collaboration between myself and the very good Emilio Lecce . This is a project, of course, in search of a publisher and, God willing, you may submit it to Lucca to the vision of a few willing.
on the content, the classic dualism of good and evil, but in a more philosophical. The subtitle, in fact, è il titolo di un'opera di F. Nietzsche. Diciamo che ho dovuto riprendere i miei libri di filosofia e ripassarmi qualche bel pensatore. Questo non assicura la riuscita del progetto, ovviamente...intanto io ed Emilio ci stiamo divertendo!






Poi, c'è lui.

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If you woke up kissing.




Lei dorme.
Lui vorrebbe, ma preferisce osservarla ancora un po’.
Di notte qualcosa riposa anche in chi è sveglio, ed è allora che le sensazioni picchiano duro ed escono facilmente.
Ma lei dorme e il suo respiro è troppo sereno per svegliarla.
Yes kiss her, touch her in order to pass protection, that yes, but not to wake her, and she has to sleep, dream, can not awaken him, not even to tell her he loves her, even if it's the only thing I would do.
takes with him a mixture of love and anxiety and swallows it with a burning fuse to blow it up out on the street, where he is alone and no one can hear.
The raindrops are pearls fast on the skin of the jacket, slip testifying that everything flows.
He never believed in the old actors of ice, those who smoke away after having been shown to be heroes.
But the rain falls and how thick, can not rage on his cigarette. At least one
happens once in a lifetime of being alone in the rain, with the collar of a leather jacket turned up, like actors than once, if only for the time of a cigarette.
Tomorrow will be a new day and you wake up, better go to sleep and to be ready, because she's the only thing that matters.

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search keywords. May 2008




We're back with a post dedicated to the search keys that allow many little rascal to land on my blog.
"rascal" because, inevitably, 95% of search keys is erotic, no, not erotic, definitely pornographic.
Then, to my chagrin are so many, too many keys research that result in a single desire: Learning to
autopraticare fellatio.
Well, no comment ... because it is not commented.
Well, Here are just other than this:

1 - Have you ever wondered if the life you are doing is really what should have been, and if so, are you satisfied? (Here, this is very serious, too serious to not send me into depression)

2 - The mouthpieces are good (I feel like shrug)

3 - how do I make him want to study? (This month people have been very serious)

4 - how to play bass guitar with the pause? (The pause is not playing ... pause, silence.)

5 - fare bocchini tra amici (dico, stiamo scherzando?)

6 - "Far" imparare a fare un bocchino (è quel "far" che mi disturba, come dire "cara, non sei buona...adesso ci penso io")

7 - Fare bocchini da buoni cristiani (questa mi fa impazzire, genera una dissonanza cognitiva pazzesca!)

8 - Il modo più veloce per uccidersi (spero che sia stata digitata da uno scrittore in cerca di informazioni per una storia)

9 - posizioni per godere con un pisello medio (se è nella media, significa che non ci sono problemi...o no?)

10- figa sapore salato (Salato?! ma come "Salato"?!)

Mah...mi verrebbe da condurci uno studio sociological ... really, oral sex has manipulated the human mind, there are too many people (at least on my list of keywords), I infer that they are girls who would like information about and too many boys who want to learn about oral sex "reflexive" let's call it ... oh, but output in two, a chat, an unexpected kiss or desired and then time will tell?
See you in June for the purpose. A short
a story!

SMALL ADDITION:
When I say that it seems strange that there is all this attention on certain subjects oral is not to say that they do not matter, just say it's not an obsession. It has always been and always will be, and is one of the most enjoyable and intimate that you can do, but it is natural and with practice it becomes refined ... I hate this modern society that we stress and performance anxiety creeps!

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Magically Monday





I know a guy who threw everything one day and started to run naked down the street. He was a Roman
Monday morning, hot and muggy. The same type
then tumbled into a pipe running out from the parts of nostalgic Furio Camillo.
scrittorone inhaled by an expert with the heart of King Arthur has been transformed into a character in a comic book.
They say she is good, good man, just smoke and hear the Pooh. The
scrittorone sa che il sorriso è gratis e ne regala uno ad una ragazza che gli sfreccia di fianco con un cinquantino sgangherato.
Lei ricambia perché i sorrisi sinceri e disinteressati di Lunedì mattina sono come il Paradiso, non esistono.
Ma un pò ci speri.
E la ragazza si siede alla sua postazione fatta di decreti ingiuntivi, comparse di risposta ed altri personaggi mitologici, si tiene stretto quel sorriso e lo trasforma in una telefonata dolce ad un ragazzo lontano e credetemi, per un Lunedì non è poco.
Forse perché quando inizia la settimana è un pò come un concerto rock, dove si inizia col botto, gain a palla, valvole saturate ed un attacco squassante. Meglio buttarne giù il più possibile al primo agreement, the others will fall in the street.
was Monday, when God decided to play with the pose and create for ourselves ... and it was also tired.
Being a perfectionist has promised to make some adjustments to improve everything, but it was Sunday and you know, when you say "On Monday I do" you acknowledge that nowhere is the following Monday, as the diets.
Meanwhile, we wait.
One day, arriving only Bugs Bunny and Duffy Duck with distinctive knocking on the doors of paradise:

"You are the Lord God, right? It appears that it was she who put on the world and all the rest ..."

"Yes, but something happened?"

"Come with us, it was sued for illegal building. "

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Nonsolostorie




The stories of the people are like the sea.
Like the sea arrive and do not know where.
hear them away from air travel, orchestral overtures for frak and directors in the hands of Bermuda with calluses and tired feet.
Mario threw the belt in night shifts only for her, a loner and a promise to the altar.
Sara saw her man away faster than thought , one of those light and innocent as the child grow on its own.
Gianfranco was pierced in the chest, but is standing. It was a heart attack.
Julia believes in life and in that smile gave her joy.
Stories like these are born with an alarm clock in the morning and accompany you until the evening.
Billions of actors, directors and writers ...
Stories, subatomic particles nerve of life, like confetti of a child dressed as Zorro with a battle in single combat, even against the pirate black, for her, the princess from the golden locks and the unit the teeth.
stories, beautiful to hear, beautiful to live and to tell, maybe a little of six years.

"Mom, tell me that story tonight?"

"The best story in the world, that of a child born six years ago ..."

How Long Will The Plab B

And the Winner is ... ASS SNAKE! (And I add a chain, 2x1)




Well, there are stories of fifteen key research extrapolated from those of April 2008, the supremacy of the number 10:

'WHY' TO KILL A SNAKE BITES YOU ON THE ASS "

Well, I admit I have seen people kill snakes with a stick, shot, kick, with fire, with cats, dogs, mongoose bites ... but ... and then on the ass!

Ok, the appointment with your keywords is to end in May ... stay tuned!


change the subject. A few days ago

THE DAVE GEORGE Pontrelli and I spent a very simple chain.
So easy that I can not respect!
must indicate the six things we like to do ... I can not.
risk of having to make to make a mental list and then write something reductive. Then, just two ultrageneriche things I like to do ... too bad even trivial, then add something weird!

1 - FEEL GOOD.

2 - STAR TO GOOD PEOPLE they care about.

These two generations, how to make it simple, you know that writing, sound, fell in love with my girlfriend, I have many friends and so on. So all these things and many others make me feel good and I like them. In terms

shit:

a) pampered by noise Phon (I am a true dependent on the noise)

b) Playing Risk

c) wake up around eight, wash, get dressed, go to the bar alone ... coffee and cigarettes.

d) fantasize about winning a scratch ticket.

Done, now I turn the chain of six people, but many of those that come to mind have already been involved. I'll try:

GIULIO GUALTIERI

ROBERTO Cirincione

ELENA CECCHINI

ROSSANO PIGEONS

Ok, four out of six is \u200b\u200bfine.

Ah, these are the rules of the chain: 1-

Enter your blog and link it has appointed you;
2-Insert the rules of conduct;
3-Scrivere sei cose che vi piace fare;
4-Nominare altre sei persone affinchè proseguano il meme;
5-Lasciare un commento sul blog dei sei bloggers prescelti.


Bene, MASSIMO PER DOPODOMANI POSTERO' UN RACCONTINO...

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search keywords. April 2008. Vote your favorite.




Eccoci qui con le "CHIAVI DI RICERCA"

Come promesso ripropongo una carrellata delle chiavi di ricerca per me più carine che hanno permesso alla gente di arrivare, non si sa in che modo, sul mio blog!
Metto anche una votazione molto grossolana (votate scrivendolo nel commento, se vi va!) per saperne un pò dei vostri gusti.
15 chiavi di ricerca, vediamo di farci uscire una top five!!!

Ah, ovviamente quelle simpatiche sono tutte a sfondo sessuale, le altre sono normalissime! (così si spiega il sedere della fotografia).

1 - il culetto solo per lo zietto (io sorvolerei...)


2 - differenza tra bocchino e pompino (Mah, non mi farei certe domande...)


3 - racconti di donne con le mani dentro il culo (non "nel" ma "dentro" il culo, è tutta un'altra storia)


4 -"bocchini da solo" (posso vomitare?)


5 - posizioni per fare i bocchini da soli (è precisely the trend of the year)


6 - Seeking stories with pictures has to learn to give head (I already see the headline "The blow job from A to Z)


7 - What happens if you do not opens good cock? (Bursts, like Uncle Scrooge's gun with the cork when attappano)


8- the priest's cock horny (I can understand a priest who tries porn material, but a civilian who is looking for a priest)


9- I'm pious and I seventy (sbavoso are viewing the old man in front of the pc?)


-10 to kill because a snake bites him on the ass (that is, but are we crazy? there is someone who kills snakes biting on the ass?)


11-stories of hands in the ass (Still inside, not on or in the .. . no, IN, I know, to the wrist)


12- really want to fuck (surely you do not leave the monitor)


13- really want to pussy (equal conditions)


-14 triple anal (Vabbé. .. but if you put a foot over three fouls?)


-15 is nice to hear it in the ass (This is the most obvious hedonism wild!)

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Nine. One year ...




everything is always bigger than you, always.
Fists, fists only, since his childhood. Your in a vacuum, those of the other straight in his face.
Then you thought of that punch on the snout might have been living, after all, your friend comes back from the factory with a broken back, without saying a word. You
at least some right to those who will break your back you could let go.
The bag has the face of your father and perhaps he has sand in it. A
right. Ride.
again. Ride the same.
Again, with all your strength.
He always laughs and good laws in the sneer his words: "You're a loser"
Then it happens that growth, including a broken nose and shortness of breath.
Your mother is in the mess of sand and sea water with which you played as a child of the sea. Cancer
call.
If only I could take a punch, but you can not, only the bag, only your father, only yourself.
few more years and you know where to hit your glove before you even think that.
The crowd, a lot.
Flash, many of them.
The beating of your heart, too.
Your opponent is the champion of the world.
It's just a man.
It does not hurt.
Dodge, move your toes.
Your head crashed to the ground is less painful hook you sent us.

1

Get up.

2

Do it for the blood you spit.

3

Do it for the tears you shed

4

Do it for you that you are watching

5

ball because you love her.


6

ball because you're not a failure



Rise 7.

8

For that bastard cancer.

9

for you.

Well, the bell has sounded and you are standing. Te
the laugh, just fists, nothing more.
Life hits harder every time.

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Volobasso!





One year. The first
anno di vita non c’è, non puoi ricordarlo, ma qualcuno lo ha scolpito nel cuore e lo custodisce per te.
Un giorno ti svegli e ti accorgi che è un anno che sei grande, continuando ad inseguire gli anni in cui eri piccolo.
Un anno che le tue dita scorrono su e giù sullo strumento e non avresti mai pensato di vederle così sudate, tenaci, così vive.
Un anno che hai scoperto che dalla A alla Z si crea un universo, ma anche due e le pagine lette sono tante, nel cuore, negli occhi.
Un anno che strisci con la sofferenza a tirarti per le caviglie ed hai paura che quell’anno sia solo il primo.
Il primo anno che sei guarito e la paura di tornare a strisciare non va via.
Un anno di lei ed il primo kiss is just around the corner, you recognize the taste, the warmth, but is facing a year on tomorrow, the first brick of a studio and as Jovanotti become a castle.
One year on wheels, hearts in the middle field and a caption on the back, a hope of glory, a flower, the sun.
One year.
12, 52, 365, 8765, 525948, 31556926 ... movements of your eyelids and 5,110,000 a year, and every time you do not realize it but what you see between an interval and the other is yours, life .

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Life Blogger





blogger greets the dawn before going to bed because the cricket within itself imposes to make the rounds of his one hundred thirty-four links, only to wake up at half past eight to check if there were no responses to his comments.
The blogger has a cervical vertebra subversive, a harbinger of old age with sticks, spat and scraping with a straight denture adhesive paste.
The blogger has performance anxiety, not the sweaty naked bodies, hands on hips, languages \u200b\u200band difficulties. Performance by bloggers, quick post, post correctly, the original post, quips, jokes and if people I know cocks
With friends becomes almost embarrassing

"guys I'm going .."

"but how, already?"

"oh yes ... I have to go right!"

"go fuck but it was better if you said you were going to hell!"

The blogger comes back and sits down, that the world is an operating system, a search engine and infinite words have no voice, only font and finger fast.
One day, the blogger gets a nice comment on his last post, "one hot" is the signature that intrigues him, one click and the world of "hot single" opens with gentle music in the background.
Looks good and he knows his body, peers think they know better and even that mole on her breast, but can not be true, not his girlfriend with another sheep to him from behind.

Riiiiiiing

... "Laura, sorry, but you started a blog signed - and only hot -? "

" Yes, why? "

" M-ma, Laura, are you fucking with another man, and sheep to come with me you never did! "

" If instead of doing the zombie with your blog the hell I'd be treated as duty and maybe grabbed from behind, you see instead of what you were there ... on, what you have to say? "

" Well, oh, you know I'm no good with words, expect that you leave a comment ... "

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Euterpe - Screenplay (Today I sputtano once and for all!)




Today to Rome to meet my friends and talk to aspiring writers like me "work" (God as it sounds good!)

I would post a little story, but I do not have the time, so I sputtano and placed my first screenplay and, intellectual honesty, the place without corrections Lorenzo Bartoli, otherwise it was too easy.

Again, is my first script, I did not know a damn thing! not be bad, right?

are only five tables ... ah, do not place the subject (which of course is mine), not a synopsis, because I'm in a hurry!


Title: Euterpe

Table 1

1-2-3 on the strip, a small



The sticker is a television screen. To understand it in a corner you can put a written or a TV-type logo: go-tv!
From the screen we see the top half bust of a man in his thirties, at will, is holding a microphone. You smile.

Man.
- Buuuuonaseraaa friends! Today we will talk about John Carducci, the mysterious leader of Arousal, will be with us the critic Tom White ... you Tom!


2 small

More like a TV screen, always the logo in the corner. Little in the middle field, from above, on the one hand we see the critical a piacere, seduto su una poltrona e a fianco il presentatore su uno sgabello. Ambientazione televisiva a piacere.

Critico.
- Grazie Jim…beh, c’è poco da dire: un genio, semplicemente un genio del rock!

Presentatore.
- Mmm…e credi che potrà durare?


3 piccola

Ancora come lo schermo tv, ancora il logo in un angolo. Pp di 3/4 dall’alto del critico. Aria seria di chi sa quello che dice.

Critico.
- Ogni sua idea è innovativa, senza precedenti, stupenda, emozionante: John è GIA’ nella storia!


4-5 un po’ più grande

Interno notte. In campo medio from the stage where he is holding a rock concert. In front of all the singer-guitarist, long, straight hair, blacks, jeans and shirt. At the sides of the bassist and guitarist, as desired. Behind the drummer, to taste. Below, the crowd is awesome, lots of kids who acted as a pit in hell. One could draw the notes here and there.


Did.
- The concert, the moment I love most ... look at them, are owned, and I'm their devil.


6-7-8 on the strip.

6

Exterior, night. From the middle field. John walks down a corridor of hurdles that leads right to his car (sport). The corridor is seen sideways. At the sides of the mob calling for autographs. He walks careless escorted by two bodyguards, to taste.

Did.
- I hate this kind of thing ...

crowd.
- John!
- An autograph!
- Six fantasticoooo!

7

Exterior, night. In the mean field from John's car leaves the reader along a city street.

Did.
... I just want to play, create ...

8

Exterior, night. In long shot we see John's car small in front of the gate of a villa of your dreams. Villa at will, but it must be quite luxurious.

Did.
- trapped in the score ... the demons that haunt my thoughts ...


Table 2

1

Interior, night, the only light is the moonlight that filters through the windows. Detail from a hand unscrews the cap of a bottle of whiskey.

Did.
- ... and, of course, want to drink.

2

detail that comes out from the whiskey bottle and ends up in a shallow, wide glass with ice in it.

Did.
- I do not remember, exactly, when I started ...

3-4

Interior, night. In the mean field from a luxurious lounge. Furniture at will, at the center of a chair ¾ view from behind. In the end, a wall of windows, no curtains, from which we see trees and the moonlight entering (for the whole story full moon is the only one to illuminate the scene). John is sitting in the chair, looks toward the window and see his arm dangling from the side, the hand holding the bottle.

Did.
- ... but now it's part of me, like a slow, friendly cancer. A musician? A drunk? One does not exclude the other.

5

subjective From John we see the detail of the hand holding the bottle, how to read the label.

John off.
- ahh…i fans, i soldi, mille idee che mi frullano per la testa, dimmi un po’, per caso tu c’entri qualcosa?

6

Di quinta, da dietro, lo schienale della poltrona dove è seduto e la faccia di John che sporge di lato per guardare dietro. Ha l’espressione accigliata, è sorpreso per aver sentito una voce da dietro.

Voce fuori campo.
- Credi davvero di trovare la risposta in quella bottiglia?

John.
- ?!?

Tav. 3

1-2 verticale

Figura intera di una donna. Indossa un vestito che si avvita appena sopra il seno lasciando scoperte le spalle e finisce con una gonna corta. Porta scarpe con high heels. He has long hair and blacks, has beautiful facial features but is very undernourished, almost a skeleton. It is impressive.

John off.
- who you are, how did you get?

Donna.
- we were not presented, but we are very close, believe me!

3 pp
from John who looks at the woman with dry air.

John.
- Look, is not air, then go back where you came from, if you wanted an autograph you arrived late.

4

shoulder lean, the fifth woman. In the background John stood up and is now leaning back in his chair, still with the glass in one hand and the bottle of the other. John looks up at the sky as a sign of impatience.

Donna.
- quiet, there's no hurry. I want you to listen carefully, because I have to tell you something about your unbridled inspiration! Do not tell me you're curious!?

John.
- oh Lord, all me!

5 pp
woman's bottom. It is angular, cadaverous, expression and smile of defiance.

Donna.
- my name is Euterpe! They are one of the nine muses, the muse of music to be exact ... a little man like you must have heard about, I guess!

6
detachment. Exterior, night. We see the living room from the outside of the window. The two are always in the position First

John.
- Euterpe? Cute! Listen baby, I have a bottle of good whiskey to drain, why not lift your heels and you walk away?




Table 4

1

detachment. Interior, night. From the fifth with a shot of lightning comes out of his hand Phelps grabbing the throat of John. John is framed from the shoulders up to ¾. He definitely surprised and frightened expression.

Euterpe.
- You ... you did not understand who you do!

John.
- g-ghhh!


2 in medium from Euterpe ¾ complete relief of John from the ground, holding his throat. Should emphasize the fact that a woman so ill put a man can raise. John shakes his legs in the air and shakes it with both hands raised the arm that holds it. The glass and the bottle crashing to the ground, only the bottle breaks.

John.
- GOD! N-you can not leave me ...!

Euterpe.
- small, stupid man ... sound

glass.
- thump!

Noise bottle.
- crash!

3
mean field from above. John is thrown to the ground, falling on its side. We see him in the face. Expression of pain.

John.
- ahh!

Euterpe off.
- you know, I give you fatal ideas that allow you to express yourself through music. The rules are simple: few good ideas to those who are sensitive enough to feel my spirit ...

4
mean field from above. Euterpe fifth, John in the background, sitting on the ground, strip away the woman is frightened.

Euterpe.
- ... But sometimes it happens that people are born gifted, able to establish direct contact with my essence. Think in immoderate amounts from which to draw ideas and insights ...

5

detail from the eye to upset John. Euterpe is reflected in the eye that approaches.

Euterpe off.
- ... what I disfigures the body and spirit, makes me weak, old ...

6 pp
bottom of Euterpe yelling furiously in the direction of the player.

Euterpe.
- LOOK! WATCH How I became because of you!


Table 5

1 pp
hand Euterpe horrible coming out of the fifth. In the background John has now arrived with his back to the window and turns to a feeling that it can no longer continue nell'indietreggiare.

Euterpe.
- beginning to understand it? Have you ever wondered why, from Mozart to Kurt Cobain, all the great musicians are impazziti o morti prematuramente?

John.
- !!!

2

ravvicinata sul volto di John. La mano di Euterpe è sulla testa di John, il quale urla in una smorfia di dolore.

John.
- AAAAAHHHHH!!!

Euterpe.
- è tempo di riprendere ciò che è mio!

3

in campo lungo Euterpe adagia l’inerte John sulla poltrona. Si vedono di profilo, da lontano, non si distinguono bene. La scena è come fuori dal tempo, non c’e sfondo, o tutto nero oppure tutto bianco, a piacere.

4
john è seduto sulla poltrona, è inquadrato dalle ginocchia in su, le braccia riverse in mezzo alle gambe tighten a second bottle of whiskey. The head is almost touching the side of the shoulder, a trickle of drool coming out of the mouth. Has the expression to be stupid, look into the void.

John.
- ghh-g ... dead or mad ... mad ... mad ...


5-6 half-length by ¾ Euterpe that goes into the fifth. Now it is beautiful in the flesh, prosperous and happy smiles, a little 'left. In the second floor lounge as it is with the chair in the center and the moonlight entering.

Euterpe.
- A good composer does not imitate;

* steals *: Igor Stravinsky

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"Eh, though, you're never good shit!" The reason for a new look.





Non vi allarmate, non ho messo il mio nomignolo sopra alcuni dei migliori personaggi dei fumetti mai inventati per manie di grandezza!
Semplicemente, mi creava un pò di disagio aprire il mio blog e vedere quella veste new age, col titolo "volobasso coffè break", ma pausa de che? Mi sembrava che fosse un posto dove la gente arriva e si gode delle cose scritte..."si gode", questo presupporrebbe che siano scritte bene, sempre bene...nulla di più falso.
Mi sembrava di tirarmela un pò, ecco, e me ne dispiace.
Io non offro un servizio, un buon servizio...no, io mi esercito, mi diverto, scrivo, invento e vedo se quello che esce può piacere o meno, sperando di migliorare!
Vorrei published a good comic, that's all.
So, fuck a coffee break, there is no break, you learn!

Now, if you will, I smoke a cigarette, perhaps preceded by a coffee!

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-THE BAND - subtitle: DONKEY RACE - (Part four)




Fortunately Simon arrived in the moment in which Tom indefinite usually extinguishes his cigarette and put my hand in my pocket for another.
He stood in the doorway, looking at us smiling. There was something special in his eyes, looked at us like a child ready to blurt out his latest prank. But Simon was no longer a child, at least in the body, and if it was a prank, there were two beautiful breasts and a half ass. Not to mention
began to walk and the show was somewhat grotesque: it was not very graceful in ambulatory rather, it was awkward. Making it short, it seemed that he had taken up the ass.

"Simon, but what the hell are you?" - I said calm and resigned.

"Oh, it hurts ... the pea pea!"

Tom began to laugh hysterically. Not that he grasped what it was, but knowing Simon, he had sensed that there was to hear a bizarre story.

"Ok, what have you done now?" - I said, father and ready to listen to everything.

"Well, nothing that ..."

“Simon?”

“Ero arrapato…”

“Tu sei sempre arrapato!”

“Oh, Cristo! Vuoi venire al dunque? Ho bisogno di pettegolezzi, io!” - Questo era Tom, la peggiore comare sotto i trent’anni e di sesso maschile che potesse esserci in circolazione.

“Dammi prima una sigaretta…ed un goccio di caffè e…non ci sarebbe qualcosa di alcolico da metterci dentro?”

“Dovrebbe esserci rimasta della tequila, ma non so se col caffè ci sta bene.”

“Ma sì che ci sta bene!”

Comprendi le cose solo quando le vedi. In that moment I saw Simon
pour the Tequila in coffee, drink it, make a face of disapproval, to light a cigarette, aspire to full and exhale slowly. All with a smile, the skin of his face relaxed, fluid and precise gestures.
He was fine, peaceful.
not he realized, perhaps because he was too good to be normal and talk shit, and it made me feel good too.

"Then, last night I was at that troiaio ... what's his name ... ah, yes: Ultra-Babes. I was quiet drink and smoke, looking asses, a busty clung to a pole lap dance ... the usual routine. At some point approaching this lady has had almost forty years, asks me if I can sit at my table. I look for good before answering a troione! Christ, it was a leopard puttanone! Start talking about crap, but I see I do not listen. I see the neckline, the full lips, the slit of her skirt and start to think. She comes forward with talk of more and more hot and I did not start to feel more in his underwear. Rum, a round, two, three, the fourth had his tongue in my mouth and the burrito I peeked behind the ears. "

now four cigarettes were lit and the scene again with the sock full story of Simon. It was morning, maybe at lunch time, not that it mattered, we were there, stories to tell, yet to be disposed of booze, something started to do - crack -.

"Yes, but what the hell has this to do with the fact that you walk with his legs apart?"

"And it's waiting cock! Now get there! I said, that made me horny, cock it and bring it in the bathroom of the room ... God, fuck! When we finished I could not stand up. Then, I readjusted a bit but I feel something strange, like wet ... it was blood! I thought - fuck, I have this background, which I've got pea-. I ask her if everything is fine, because I see the blood and she replied that everything is fine and that is mine. "

" Embee, what the hell happened? "

"The thong!"

"What, - the thong -?"

"I was so horny that I put a sheep near the wall, I lifted my skirt and I dodged her thong to do before ... but it was lace! I slashed my cock back and forth, rubbing against the lace! "

The rest were various anecdotes and laughter," life ", you say.

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search keywords.




So I'm leaving for Rome to deport them with friends-writers and I hope for good intentions and designs!
I would post a little story but I do not have the time, thus inaugurating a new label: KEYS RESEARCH.
How many of you know, thanks to shinystat you can see who is on your blog (or site in general) and the free version offers the ability to see through such search keys that port (basically, when you go on an engine research, put the word which you want to find material and the various links will appear).

Now, thank God, someone types "volobasso blog" or "Gabriele Giarrusso, an unmistakable sign that those pious souls looking for just me. Many harmless
typing words like "Ghostbusters" or "Witch" or "story".

many, however, indulges itself in clear words from the content of hard, porn and the like ... what jokers!

Introducing a list of the most funny search terms that have enabled many to get on my blog in early April:

- FAT GIRL HOT

- GOLAPROFONDA

- IMAGES OF MAN WHO IS THE SUCK alone (my god!)

- BEAUTIFUL IN THE ASS to hear (well, if you like ...)

- Breack ASS (!)

- The LOVER SLUT FOR MEN repressed (not There is no limit!)


Done periodically will update this section ... A note, has anyone tried "Antonella Del Greek" My girlfriend ....

"I do na clique that you Crino as titanic er!"