MA go home!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Does Denise Milani Have Nipples?
PINE
GOODBYE, PINE
one of the last left yesterday, on the wings of a powerful blow, a broken metà.Ne are very few of a certain age, one of the few who saw me baby in the shade of her hair to gather pine nuts. Yesterday he wanted to give me a last goodbye to resist winds of up to a minute before I passed the lì.L 'I found lying on the ground in disbelief and still beautiful, suffering, but with great dignità.Ha I wanted you to look for 'Last time down, as if to remind me how useless antics against life, which in the end it always wins and that she will only remember the good things we've done, the shadow, pine nuts, pine cones on the fire. Farewell, Pino.
one of the last left yesterday, on the wings of a powerful blow, a broken metà.Ne are very few of a certain age, one of the few who saw me baby in the shade of her hair to gather pine nuts. Yesterday he wanted to give me a last goodbye to resist winds of up to a minute before I passed the lì.L 'I found lying on the ground in disbelief and still beautiful, suffering, but with great dignità.Ha I wanted you to look for 'Last time down, as if to remind me how useless antics against life, which in the end it always wins and that she will only remember the good things we've done, the shadow, pine nuts, pine cones on the fire. Farewell, Pino.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Air India 187 Flight Status
OSTRICH Paraculo
contended that I had missed an article on the work of the junta Bruno.Qualche time ago.
Mò v'adete is! Paraculo the refrain of their lives and the lives of others in the "touch" the Dr. Bruno. If the cowardly perpetrators of the fall of his Government, as it happens even on a "Palace" to rummage through the crap, we did scorched earth around, WE, francavillesi with greasy ass, surely we would not be complaining about how things are TODAY. Why ... ...., Think that perhaps the city has its major share of responsibility for what has happened to Dr. Bruno? If success is what has happened, we owe the habit of "lu frangavillese" to watch from the balcony of his false pride even today if the sun shines and the water of the sea is wet. Mica can think of an interest in city politics with altruism and sense of responsibility! In the morning he wakes up, you greasy ass perbenino, and leaves the house to pretend to count for something. Make up and down the avenue, comes to Siren, if any row (as usual) and goes home all happy for a walk. Well, nothing has changed so everything is in place. The tiles of the sidewalk from the station to "widow" is 9785, The hunting dogs are in place as always, available to the adviser with the "c" tiny touched his ass, ahh that satisfaction. What happens today also happened in the past. And so it was also the time Bruno Administration. The City Council is under the blackmail of palazzinari cowards? Mayor Bruno struggles to keep the majority? We risk returning to the elections and hand over the country to a jumble of ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...? (The term definitelo VOI). And who cares! And so, today fregatene fregatene tomorrow and today we find ourselves, as we say, "n'ghe nà mane Avandia and one Arrete! We can criticize what we want our heroes to the palace, but I tell you to do well against which to kick ass. Are we or are not we, the people of the ostrich, the great explorers of our fragrant garden plots, the living embodiment of the frustration of the effort of those few who just wanted a future for their town instead of somewhere else where we have fallen today? Once I recited: For posterity will judge. Wrong! I was wrong. It should not be complacent and rely on the opinion of those who come after us. We would do the same mistake of the generation that came before us and that has been destroyed. Just look at Francavilla. To think that while the indoctrination of policy lasted for 50 years taught us to fear "mustache" (true act of terrorism perpetrated institutionally against an entire people), the clever fellow that we know well here and re-landed in Francavilla, the cry "from the communists," and not I am a communist, i did demolish them. When Bruno, who did not need, he wanted to break the toys, was shelled cowardly. Behind. End of one of the rare and noble examples to administer honestly the "common good". Here I want to stop. The story, that story became part of ABC's SMALL CON known textbook distributed at our elementary schools for the use and education of all future directors of the our city. Clearly not yet known who will become, but never mind, someone will benefit those teachings and be in charge when it is his moment, the next edition. E 'already happened and is still going on. And after my rant in vain, I urge my fellow citizens ostriches for DNA, to become aware of their condition if the condition can speak. Strappatevi off the saddle and bridle, bite the hand of your trainers and if you really want to overdo it, pisciategli feet. Alterius not sit here suus they could, quoting Cicero.
Mò v'adete is! Paraculo the refrain of their lives and the lives of others in the "touch" the Dr. Bruno. If the cowardly perpetrators of the fall of his Government, as it happens even on a "Palace" to rummage through the crap, we did scorched earth around, WE, francavillesi with greasy ass, surely we would not be complaining about how things are TODAY. Why ... ...., Think that perhaps the city has its major share of responsibility for what has happened to Dr. Bruno? If success is what has happened, we owe the habit of "lu frangavillese" to watch from the balcony of his false pride even today if the sun shines and the water of the sea is wet. Mica can think of an interest in city politics with altruism and sense of responsibility! In the morning he wakes up, you greasy ass perbenino, and leaves the house to pretend to count for something. Make up and down the avenue, comes to Siren, if any row (as usual) and goes home all happy for a walk. Well, nothing has changed so everything is in place. The tiles of the sidewalk from the station to "widow" is 9785, The hunting dogs are in place as always, available to the adviser with the "c" tiny touched his ass, ahh that satisfaction. What happens today also happened in the past. And so it was also the time Bruno Administration. The City Council is under the blackmail of palazzinari cowards? Mayor Bruno struggles to keep the majority? We risk returning to the elections and hand over the country to a jumble of ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...? (The term definitelo VOI). And who cares! And so, today fregatene fregatene tomorrow and today we find ourselves, as we say, "n'ghe nà mane Avandia and one Arrete! We can criticize what we want our heroes to the palace, but I tell you to do well against which to kick ass. Are we or are not we, the people of the ostrich, the great explorers of our fragrant garden plots, the living embodiment of the frustration of the effort of those few who just wanted a future for their town instead of somewhere else where we have fallen today? Once I recited: For posterity will judge. Wrong! I was wrong. It should not be complacent and rely on the opinion of those who come after us. We would do the same mistake of the generation that came before us and that has been destroyed. Just look at Francavilla. To think that while the indoctrination of policy lasted for 50 years taught us to fear "mustache" (true act of terrorism perpetrated institutionally against an entire people), the clever fellow that we know well here and re-landed in Francavilla, the cry "from the communists," and not I am a communist, i did demolish them. When Bruno, who did not need, he wanted to break the toys, was shelled cowardly. Behind. End of one of the rare and noble examples to administer honestly the "common good". Here I want to stop. The story, that story became part of ABC's SMALL CON known textbook distributed at our elementary schools for the use and education of all future directors of the our city. Clearly not yet known who will become, but never mind, someone will benefit those teachings and be in charge when it is his moment, the next edition. E 'already happened and is still going on. And after my rant in vain, I urge my fellow citizens ostriches for DNA, to become aware of their condition if the condition can speak. Strappatevi off the saddle and bridle, bite the hand of your trainers and if you really want to overdo it, pisciategli feet. Alterius not sit here suus they could, quoting Cicero.
Rena Mero Shower Shot
What country unfortunate to Francavilla al mare.Non is hard to understand its citizens do not believe it and falling back each time they return to the municipal elections "license" the usual 4 idiots who say the same things and then we give a damn at the same maniera.La negligence of those 4 is not peasants or those trafficoni 4 doctors, the usual, the geeks who needs of their patients from whom, exactly, claiming the electoral support in exchange for returning professional who knows what in the stringitore balls to make them recipients during the intense political activity that is in accingerà play, is not without those 4 and art nor part in their lives that very little training were able to give to society and it's not the fault of the pimps, Paraculo, pocoseri / and revolve around the characters mentioned above. The fault lies with the francavillese so accustomed to the sport of Paraculo of subterfuge, betrayal, foot stirrups in 4 of caring for each other and tocchiamoci the c. .. , The pat on the back-and-then-you do not care-less, "Lu cumbia" that makes you have a license in 14 days instead of 15, who comes to bring the state's family home, which makes you become Building "almost free", which takes away the fine (maybe pay him), that promises you the place and then says "Truva supposed from the streets ... ije do what makes puddles ... ... .." returning with these mezzucci the "electoral dedication" of his fans and yet a thousand and one thousand more cunning to scrub, coarse strategies in place to make you believe you have "worked" only for you, so good to let go for "for" something that's yours by right. What a dump. For 5% of voters who francavillesi then actually enjoy these special services, pays the price of a 95% francavillesi that these people could well do with it without. The same 95% of honest work and respect for rules and principles above all. Then I ask myself: So, what's not working? Because a 5% rogue-nothing, and we love our own mafiosetti of dishonesty, and lies above for 5 long years on another part of citizens who should have, but did not have the strength to prevail at least the law of numbers? I want to give my answer. That 95% is made up of the race unfortunately dormant. The worst. Although most of the race Fregona. The percentage of those who lurk above is not equipped with the spine and free thought are floating in the limbo of "Tomorrow I will," "Tomorrow I will change," "I'm fine now so then I will see tomorrow," an inch of my ass can do what they want, "" so are all the same. " The worst people you can count on to break the dynasties Fregona. The best people instead, on such that 5% has to continue to rage in length and breadth of indiscriminately taking advantage of that loan of trust and hope for a better future for our children we have anticipated for some time. Shame! I hope you burn in the face of this shame start to burn, even where the sun never hit. I wonder if this fire unexpectedly manages to sober minds clouded the sleepers. Perhaps they find themselves lost in some corner of the strength and dignity back to being citizens of this city. Perhaps they rediscover their voice to shout out the truth, whatever that is. Perhaps they find themselves the courage to go on the road and just say "I am here." Taken are individually insignificant, but if they know, like they never understood, that will be truly decisive stand together to change a destiny already written by others, then finally managed to sweep those four miserable above, destroyers of our dreams, our history and even more humiliating, of our dignity as men.
Polka Dot Dress In Pretty Woman
Do so filthy'
When I say when ... .. my fellow citizens will awaken from their slumber? It happens more often when I take a walk downtown, to meet some ass face (because the real politics have nothing to do) with his best smile on the board that dispenses the lucky customer of the people of the ostrich (the francavillesi) together with a pat on the back and a handshake. The phrases are always the same approach and cover the sport, the intense heat, the sudden interest to its destination and, depending on the job he does, it seems urgent advice can not wait for the next 60 minutes. And yes ... .... has become so important to him that the notes with such fervor that even touches the ostrich twice. Then, after pretending to have satisfied his desire, greets him warmly, almost with a hug, but is careful not to call him by name because they clearly do not remember. The lucky people of the city of ostriches, after that and enlightening meeting for his future life, back home is going to mark your calendar for this meeting and in the most desperate not wash his hands for the next three days. It promises, however, that the next elections will remember the face of Job, of what has been kind to touch him twice, asking him for an opinion on Pasquale (fictional name), which should rifargli the garden and then, who cares if they say which is an advantage of poor people, the shame of the institution he represents, which is the figure if he is a pimp and pays the money to choke!! It 's so nice. ... And every time I meet him greet him forever! Shit ... at least this is nice ... .. the others do not even give him the pat on spalla.Si, is from votare.Chi cares that brave young man's home on the second floor, but .... "lu fijie de Tonino" (name imaginary). A face clean, honest, has studied and is one that can do a job. You want a candidate but who cares, both ... ... in the end are all the same. So ... well ... he wants to learn how to scrub the next and then ... ... you might as well take her ass face. "And that gives mme mme fijie lu de Toni?" He thinks. And then the face ass is so friendly. But as we laugh, when he tells a joke. A joke. How sad. A scientific and strategic taken for a ride from "a" to "z". But as exciting thought pervades the mind of us ostriches from short memory? That is .... What touches your ass and you, instead of reacting put your head in the sand not to see, not hear, not pensare.Già, .... Because you have to judge? After all there or if we vote for here, there is no difference, so are all the same. And history repeats itself day after day, generation after generation. The face of a dishonest ass all alone with his vaseline, against the multitude of the people of ostriches from short memory to win. It succeeds pure.Che story!!
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