E 'while I see my booty get excited in front of Pupo I realize that maybe I should go back to Bologna, to take me home. I swear that I have clearly heard, with the left ear, the parent female uttered words Codest
'tonight at large, eight safes'
And to me these things are a little afraid. Really, I wonder who will get it? Certainly not from me. I have always tried to train them well, in the right way. I showed him the film, and not committed. The best show that the ether could offer. I've grown up on bread and cartoons. And that is how I repay. It 's so that I repay. Ungrateful. Yes Pupo to enhance, but do not front, say, the poetry inherent in what I do I see, why do we see mica crap, eh. In vain I tried to involve the male parent in the vision of 'The Suitcase of Dreams' with the film to follow [I love that program literally, for the record]: no, no reaction, flat encephalogram. Enormous effort I made to show him the film [a random, I could name 23 thousand] in the original language, nothing, the only reaction was 'you could not see it in Italian?'. Yet I remember when I was a child was not so, they brought me to the movies often. Sure, maybe see a film of little consequence, or of little artistic importance, but that's not the point, in other words. The question is 'why now prefer Pupo and the stupid loot to a good movie or bad movie, or a movie and stop'. I mean, I remain convinced that the worst, dull, pointless movie ever filmed [and no, it's 'Plan 9 from outer space'] is always better than that program. What happened in their lives? When it's taken me that the spring has reduced them so? These are the issues that affect me in a relatively cool morning in late August. And yes, I know that the world's worst, but put yourself in my shoes. Imagine this conversation:
[Neubauten] ChiccoQ aka 'F ******* or however you could invest pennies to put sky ... the view that, among other things, I could use for college, go bang a movie ...* *
excuse rather silly and improbable, but I tried to rely on my career university, trying to make him believe that the sky would miglioratobarravelocizzato my studies. I've said 'excuse stupid and unlikely'?
parent [Neubauten] ChiccoQ aka 'between here and home [in Bologna] how you? about 10000? film, you do not need sky '** **
read as' I'm not breaking my balls you and sky '
I' but there are also matches in the league, and even foreign !!'***
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caught off guard from your reply, I try to throw it on sport
him 'but I follow the Empoli on Sunday and I'm going to see in the chair and the rest is that so many cocks Bonolis with goals inside packages with' I do not
just have to beat a retreat, and it was indeed. But anyway, apart from that which actually had nothing to do, the fact remains that 1] Pupo prefer to any film, from which it follows that 2] My real parents were abducted by aliens and these are just two baccelloni siegeliana of memory. Tragedy. Panico. Fear and loathing in the shitty town. What to do? Years of X-Files I was not taught how to handle an alien curse. The only solution is to escape, limit contacts, and continue to feed on the same film of all kinds. Maybe it will come back one day. Maybe not. My only hope, however, is this. Forced them to refer to the vision of Soviet films of the last four -4 - hours during which practically does not happen at all. This will only get two results. Result in] the aliens in question in retreat and return to their planet, thus giving my real parents, so all's well that ends well etc etc. Result b] annoyed by the sight of the film in question, I delete them, I cancel out from the face of the earth, thanks to their powerful death ray that surely will, otherwise it would without any aliens within death or some other nice gimmick alien [precisely]? I have to take risks. I must, absolutely. I want my real parents, who took me to see the film at the cinema, and that if I watched too much TV, so much for watching, I put up a good book and I said 'laws, they certainly earn more'. They want it, fuck.
PS: There is this frenzy was kindly provided by not taking my pills everyday. I'm going to take them .
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'tonight at large, eight safes'
And to me these things are a little afraid. Really, I wonder who will get it? Certainly not from me. I have always tried to train them well, in the right way. I showed him the film, and not committed. The best show that the ether could offer. I've grown up on bread and cartoons. And that is how I repay. It 's so that I repay. Ungrateful. Yes Pupo to enhance, but do not front, say, the poetry inherent in what I do I see, why do we see mica crap, eh. In vain I tried to involve the male parent in the vision of 'The Suitcase of Dreams' with the film to follow [I love that program literally, for the record]: no, no reaction, flat encephalogram. Enormous effort I made to show him the film [a random, I could name 23 thousand] in the original language, nothing, the only reaction was 'you could not see it in Italian?'. Yet I remember when I was a child was not so, they brought me to the movies often. Sure, maybe see a film of little consequence, or of little artistic importance, but that's not the point, in other words. The question is 'why now prefer Pupo and the stupid loot to a good movie or bad movie, or a movie and stop'. I mean, I remain convinced that the worst, dull, pointless movie ever filmed [and no, it's 'Plan 9 from outer space'] is always better than that program. What happened in their lives? When it's taken me that the spring has reduced them so? These are the issues that affect me in a relatively cool morning in late August. And yes, I know that the world's worst, but put yourself in my shoes. Imagine this conversation:
[Neubauten] ChiccoQ aka 'F ******* or however you could invest pennies to put sky ... the view that, among other things, I could use for college, go bang a movie ...* *
excuse rather silly and improbable, but I tried to rely on my career university, trying to make him believe that the sky would miglioratobarravelocizzato my studies. I've said 'excuse stupid and unlikely'?
parent [Neubauten] ChiccoQ aka 'between here and home [in Bologna] how you? about 10000? film, you do not need sky '** **
read as' I'm not breaking my balls you and sky '
I' but there are also matches in the league, and even foreign !!'***
***
caught off guard from your reply, I try to throw it on sport
him 'but I follow the Empoli on Sunday and I'm going to see in the chair and the rest is that so many cocks Bonolis with goals inside packages with' I do not
just have to beat a retreat, and it was indeed. But anyway, apart from that which actually had nothing to do, the fact remains that 1] Pupo prefer to any film, from which it follows that 2] My real parents were abducted by aliens and these are just two baccelloni siegeliana of memory. Tragedy. Panico. Fear and loathing in the shitty town. What to do? Years of X-Files I was not taught how to handle an alien curse. The only solution is to escape, limit contacts, and continue to feed on the same film of all kinds. Maybe it will come back one day. Maybe not. My only hope, however, is this. Forced them to refer to the vision of Soviet films of the last four -4 - hours during which practically does not happen at all. This will only get two results. Result in] the aliens in question in retreat and return to their planet, thus giving my real parents, so all's well that ends well etc etc. Result b] annoyed by the sight of the film in question, I delete them, I cancel out from the face of the earth, thanks to their powerful death ray that surely will, otherwise it would without any aliens within death or some other nice gimmick alien [precisely]? I have to take risks. I must, absolutely. I want my real parents, who took me to see the film at the cinema, and that if I watched too much TV, so much for watching, I put up a good book and I said 'laws, they certainly earn more'. They want it, fuck.
PS: There is this frenzy was kindly provided by not taking my pills everyday. I'm going to take them .
