grandefratello. shoot yourself.
Because suicide is no longer considered?
Here I am. Still en route, to London.
first post written with the cell. Blame and credit for that Rimba the driver that has not activated the service lights and so adieu "fear and loathing in las vegas" borrowed from Ste I had come to when they load the hitchhiker's just right when a coach says: " this goes to Malpensa it? ". Shock. Looked like one of those that make you "hey man, I smoke?", The same tone, same accent. This time, however, this time to my "no" was not comfortable, was not indifferent, he was not ready to repeat the phrase before. Panic on his face. Snatches his daughter from his sleep and ask the driver to lower it.
I am surrounded by a group of boys my age but I am avran wasted lives. The husband behind me asked a British accent with aplomb and a bit less if they could scream. He had no luck. As if all interested coaches to know that the pack leader would not come to London if they did the Telegatti in Milan rather than Rome. Telegatti hate, now more.
grandefratello syndrome where everyone should know who they are because in reality there are none. A mother bring her daughter to see the mangroFie .
In these moments I cry.
Son arrived, the herd enters the abattoir, the butcher takes it easy: soon kill them all.
We hope that the customs officer did not read ..
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Here I am back. a account is to write a post published on another, I had forgotten the password.
I have not changed anything in those characters thrown down hard on the coach.
leave you with a pearl: the flight attendant announced that they are opening the gate, they were all in line for hours (do not recommend anyone to fly Ryanair to London on Friday and return on Sunday), the acid pack leader yells "excuse me someone who understands English and speaks Italian can translate "
puzzlement, surprise, and the collective laughter arises spontaneously. is a little bastard but I laughed even I, with gusto.
this time the photo is my , is the millennium bridge, the trestle was the Chia. He moved, damn.
ps i still love your mind.
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