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Imagine being drunk hangover facts finished in the brain body core asshole, and wake up at noon and a half, after just a few hours of sleep, which was launched in a spectacular scenario from alcohol still working enough to keep you from understanding things like the edges of furniture, doors, furniture, handles, dishes, ready to hurt foes in a permanent.
arrivals hall after you washed in the head with a lie, a thousand paranoid, the discography of Conjure tattooed in the DNA - that want to play at being cool but you know you're just a failed drive can celebrate because the company let him.
Lie jump, skip the story jumps around, and I feel a child again, with the ball under the butt.
remember them? The balloons
A QUELLLLLLI LLLLLA then jumped on boing boing, and were doing the races who came first.
In life you do in the race who comes first in every area, except that the sweep.
Because I have discovered with sluts female (not talking about the whores NON-male trans) is a different race, that is, to what society has put in mind the clitoris, as a result the whole human body, the race is A COMING LATER, AFTER, DO NOT GET FIRST, FIRST, NOW, GET AFTER, Senna 'I do not dilate A WAY THAT THE STORY A MOTHER, THAT IS TO SAY' YES 'It was a good fuck lasted only sixteen hours? Moral of this
Dante Asian metaphor in the form of fairy tale?
Go to the gym, ask for steroids - it helps to get stronger muscles, - but never, never, never, never, ever, rely on relatives.
Your family loves you because God loves himself.
REMINDER FOR BETTER UNDERSTANDING.
Dissatisfied with the outcome
God that time has inflicted on his flesh, sending a younger version of himself to earth to die in the shit and bring various people who do not iparerà nothing but subduing others.
Finally, back to the wall, the nail. He talks to young
old but he can not see (it is in heaven!) And forgive the perpetrators, who he slam his cock so much to put vinegar in your mouth and stab in the ribs, as if the crucifixion was a country walk.
God himself does not know what to say silent and then leaves to hang himself three days.
Morale.
him, namely the young part of himself, lineage after three days, take it, pull down dall'attaccapanni, then throw in a cave so that necrophiliacs can not rail against the body, then there's the surprise ending that is raised.
not the ending.
him dead youth back to life, goes around, does the sborone then returns to heaven by himself.
A fantastic metaphor to describe how to make peace with the turbulent part of ourselves.
But you wonder: the magic multiplication type and walk at the foot of water, you could not do it before tettantadue saving you hours of agony over several pages of narrative depressing?
We hate HATE OURSELVES AS WE KNOWINGLY, Or unconsciously, our family.
is why now I go to Magna beyond the crisps (at 43 minutes exactly from waking up too early).
I think today will be a short post, so I want to talk about a true story that I was quite upset.
you later.
Vado.
crazy.
Shit.
Manco took a trip in a closet for a one meter along with Charles Manson, Sharon Tate, John Paul and one of his daughters Sestronzo secret of ketamine stoned after a rave! Virtually
aunt said that I do not know who said not to know what that was not worthy to do in the evening. In TV there was
una che si chiama belen, una bella figliola che dimostra una trentina d'anni, però poi ho appreso che in realtà ne ha una ventiquattrina, e l'hanno assunta per sorridere, sculettare, assecondare anatomicamente le proporzioni dei peni/falli di favore, i quali lei s'interseca nell'organismo per ottenere favori di potere o chissà che.
Sorride, sculetta ovviamente, nella pubblicità.
È su un campo di calcio virtuale, si vede che il campo è fatto al computer e ti chiedi: “La singolarità tecnologica è vicina, la legge dei ritorni accelerati non ha mai fallito; gli costava troppo, fa' la pubblicità su un campo vero?”.
Non dice niente per far appurare al consumatore che effettivamente non sa parlare nessun linguaggio a parte quello del cazzo in culo.
Sorride ammiccante, s'avvicina al pallone sculettando, da un calcio, e fa un gol virtuale da lontano e vicino.
Il popolo italiano esulta.
È una chiara metafora di ogni terrone (dalla Valle d'Aosta alla Sicilia) che può scoparsi la figlia senza incorrere in sanzioni penali.
Finisce la pubblicità, io scappo.
Rieccomi tornato per il secondo round di patate fritte (ovviamente io sono vegetariano in quanto combatto coscienziosamente il sistema e la fallocrazia di mia madre, perciò in qualche modo devo fare) alla tastiera mi sento esistenzialmente appesantito.
Esistenzialmente and disgusting.
Who created the french fries?
From where?
What purpose do they have? As far as I know
'philosophy?
car I ask myself important questions.
advertising that has made the n'altra time in three minutes.
Music ue ue ue ueeeeeeeeeel said.
God said co co co diiiiiiiiiiioooooooo.
is not a curse.
is self-defense.
Ooooooohhhh, nzomma a cock and begin on another post, this was one of my introductions as they could, COULD, but not last as long, enough, if I dwell on the sublime shortage in my pants.
I promised you a reflection on a man who cone (n) scevamo all good, I, you, you, us, them.
He was taken when she was still harboring a larva, more than a year after the departure.
A militant. Marcia and did not kidnap crear no hesitation.
A great man.
a hero. A Mason
extreme level.
Hello Maik.
Thanks for everything.
How did the guy in the video library of my own country when he died Gassman.
attacked a sign in the window. VITTORIO
HELLO, THANKS FOR EVERYTHING.
I remember Victor as well Maik.
I say thanks for all the rent I have paid.
E bills. And the dinners from
Mekdonald.
... I guess I'm starting to foretaste of the taste of direct use "K" as the young, forgetting the "C".
I provide, I would not like that one day the blog becomes a blog written in CODICEFISCALESE.
TVUKDB XKE 6 L M10 < 3
... Did you know that the young, the young man accustomed to meat, declarations of love written on the walls using the language from chat?
I once read: FURIO Scartozzi TI <3
I know asked how, you'll love a child (a minor <) PER BEN TRE VOLTE?
CUBE?
Figliola, review your priorities.
I do not say a nun, but it does' feel dad that all those sacrifices are unsuccessful in your moods vaginal.
VABBBBE ': MO PULL OUT THE HISTORY OF THE DECEASED kidnapped.
time another plate of french fries.
Yes I have to.
seems to be in short Rezza.
MANGNATO YOU?
ARE YOU satisfied?
EAT, EAT YOU Gorge!
I'll be back in five minutes.
Here I am!
Easy, deal with the keyboard.
Nte judge.
Nte warns.
accomplice.
T'asseconda.
As long as you have at least one finger out of ten.
Ok, ok, I promise, then I start.
... that is beyond the situation in shtà fffa nderessande.
Meaning: a cryptic question wise more awareness Master added together ...
In short, my cousin, seeing the pathetic display of my books, my knowledge of my groin Columbus full of pus and dead ask me
- the beast 666 E 'A BOOK Satan?
answer that is the biography of an influential magician.
She says: - Oh, no, I thought it was a satanic book. Volunteer
, baritone voice lowered with more than 16 eighth replied: - Yes, it is.
Fell silent on the table populated by: my aunt and my grandmother, asked Berlusconi, mother pretended convinced communist, trade unionist because my father did not understand that the word meant, however, the name attracted him as a beautiful oil on a cracker made of crack al ricevimento degli zii di Vancouver (se vuoi fare lo scrittore devi creare similitudini e metafore complicate, altrimenti poi ti dicono NO, A QUELLO LA' NON SA SCRIVERE).
Detto questo parlo della presa di coscienza.
Giuro.
Lo faccio in breve.
Senza prefazioni.
Senza narrativizzazioni privatizzate dell'oggettivo svolgimento degli accadimenti.
In maniera pura.
Sana.
Genuina.
Senza ogm che poi te fanno 'ngrassà.
Giunto il tempo di sparecchiare, piatti sporchi, sguardi tronfi, mia madre è arrivata a un livello di sublimazione esistenziale degna di un Eckart Tolle e di un Buddha d'altri tempi.
Due tipi di pasta diverse (una al ragù di carne, the other lasagna with vegetables), schnitzel (ie dead animal meat mixed with bread crumbs chicken through abortion, I know 'vegetarian know how cool and above-average? VE MUST WEIGH'!!!).
Then I let myself go e. ..
so does the human smuggling.
recapitulated.
Two different pasta dishes (but when it comes the party of maik bongiorno?), Schnitzel, fried olives, potato chips, oranges fried steamed (this was to make the funny guy but I failed miserably) bread, ham, melon, wine, coca cola ...
...
....
......
... heard that show.
After that my mother, nell'angolino sitting right, red shorts, weight 135 pounds FROM NAKED, looking disconsolate the sink full of dishes mega e. ..
Lights.
I think SO 'Kitchen MBO' TOO. Start a
rivoler love my mother.
I re-evaluated.
Despite the hatred, bitterness, resentment, all those things listed there in the novels of escape.
So 'belongings.
not get me started, though I know that the public likes, know dell'allllltri cocks.
We are five pages of dung.
I never expected to last up to innnannnnzi 'I point first to thoroughly examine the issue of the gutted Bongiorno.
I admit it.
The speeches of those who pretend to be my natural parents (so I have adopted, transplanted into a system of beliefs aberrant family) are very interesting, even stuffed in implicit spiritual messages.
think that, considering that I live in a hole apartment korea unhealthy, I sat on a sofa bought almost a year ago, for the first time.
do not know me, you do not know my financial situation (the mother still gives me the money for the coffee, and when I can find work when they are fleeting prey to fleeting works).
That noble chair my mother bought it for the dog.
With such a statement is normal thinking - Cristaccio thief, buy a seat for a dog, how many fucking money we have?
not true.
Each morning, the inclusion of the petrol pump in the tank when I filled in the Mercedes, I am aware of my choices.
(openoffice is making me understand that in this post I misused the term "Aware").
... a sign from above.
Zia said: - When you die, you're in debt, who makes the payments? Children.
After a sentence like bowing, prostrating reverential, it seems only the beginning of an endless series of activities aimed at worship.
I have almost finished the space of canonical sei foglie di blog.
Perciò inizio a trattare la questione che m'ha spinto a scrivere il post di questa settimana.
Futile dire che lo tratterò con formaldeide, vista la natura necrofila, il seme rigor mortissoso della vicenda.
SE SIETE ARRIVATI FIN QUI' UN “BRAVISSIMO” A VOI, ALLE VOSTRE SAPIENTI FAMIGLIE.
Sì, vi hanno fatto cresce proprio bbbbbbe'.
... nel senso: se sopportate tutto 'st'orrore fino qua mi sa che ci stà qualcosa che non va, al limite...
No, è che seduta affianco a me c'è un'amica di zia, sessanta anni (belle frequentazioni per una quarantenne, no?), pesantissima, che soffre di demenza senile and is usually the pockets of my pitiful lunch (brrrrrrrr, god!) family.
is next to meet like Mike Bongiorno. The
speak evil behind all.
Yet it comes to lunches.
short, with her present (what the fuck do you think of a situation of shit, I laugh at us, but I feel that at human vileness should be a priceless) were talking about the suicide of his suicide, stuff like "In this state I do not go out, sleeping pills and I'd take three out. "
With her standing there.
At one point my cousin said, "Mom, please, otherwise I'll kill myself." Zia says, "No, I'm going to kill me."
I said - I'd love to be there when it happens, make a movie on her cell phone, to become popular on youtube.
They laughed and agreed: "Yes ssssssì.
I opened my arms, I declaimed: "A suicide clean and quiet, that does not bother anyone. No noise. Senzhhha gives fassshhhhtidio to nisciù.
I'm not saying that there was applause but almost.
The joke is great when short-lived.
why life is pathetic.
Mike Bongiorno was like a foster father, indeed, effective for many of us. More
generations have enjoyed the benefits brought / made by the grand master Bongiorno of the temple. He cheered
afternoons, evenings whole, when we did not know what to say or think.
It was much more than a wonderful hollow filled neurons.
Among other things there was a silence and he, as an omnipresent omniscient god.
brings wisdom and advice (for purchases).
The life hath been evil befalls him, God has called him to also benefit from this' mammoth holiness.
Think of god is the head of everything ... yet even he was homesick for Maik. You can not
shtà 'no.
I appeal directly to the kidnappers of the corpse.
hath THAT FACT THAT Poor man (now worms).
Pecci 'VE La Plata CO' HIM?!
what was the need PHYSICS OF ITS PRESENCE OF INDIVIDUALS FROM UNDERGROUND?
WHY 'YOU WANTED deny us the pleasure of having a place Where were all together to praise?!
More than three generations have had for his father Mike Bongiorno.
A pious woman like Antonella Elia has also got into it. Despite that history there
penny against the fur on the animal.
What makes me angry, the catalytic core of my disagreement really concerns the aberrant unhealthy sensitivity - reversed - of the kidnappers, anything but prescient.
Why did not you kidnapped when he was alive? We bring in more ... I hope.
take more questions.
One dies.
should rot in without his consent.
has less control when he was speaker.
Once you speak no more, and six to throw, what need is there to claim the body?!
Relatives shocked, incredulous, MIKE Give us back.
Now I speak to you, RELATIVES AND DEAR ALL. A couple of balls
born of incest between brothers, sons of cousins \u200b\u200bhave re-dig a hole for old time immemorial to fuck a pile of rotting worms and bone splinters.
will call and want money in exchange for an unclean storage multicellular in full-proliferation.
fuck you care?!
That's dead, nature prevented him to continue to clip your cock and balls with the advertising and games ass shit you not to think about anything and YOU are upset?
Reason.
often, almost always we complain of our purchases, we are not satisfactory.
ADVERTISING THE TOASTER 'NOT' SEE HOW TO DO IT IN THE PUBLIC '.
penis NOT 'THE MIGHTY AS Millant TELESHOPPING (lu m hurt and fuck s'ha imbiccolito well !!!). Why spend money
inflaters public debt to re-buy something you threw that was thrown because he was going to hurt?
How do you to upset (too sober) ?????
Give us back Mike?
BUT IF YOU ALWAYS BREAK THE FUCK ON PRODUCTS THAT DO NOT WORK, WHY 'YOU SHOULD Strap ATMS TO THE UNKNOWN TO BUY ONCE AGAIN THAT' YOU VOLUNTARILY throw it down?
It turns out the human soul.
just pure, selfish, JEALOUSY.
We rode the fact that something that was "your" there has been subtracted.
Nobody can own anything or anyone.
"What have I got you" you are in is' possessed by a dead man. If you have
Call the exorcist, the devil, if you have the body of Mike caller MONDIAL CASA already waiting for you after you've picked up the phone?
There are many questions in this book, in fact still beyond me how one can be dismayed for the second loss of the loved one.
assume.
Let's pretend that my mother is the person ("what" ... so sad) most of my life.
Schiatta. After a year
steal the corpse.
ask me the ransom to get it back in my underground.
front of the cameras of the news I would say, in the Italian manner, correct, corrupt, plus all the things there that characterize our populace ignorant Chiesara beam line Communist dictatorships of shit hypocrites:
A CORPSE STOLEN OLD enough to be ready to provide 'WORMS TO ALL FISHERMEN Antarctica, and I should GIVE money to get me GIVE THAT can of worms?
MAKE PEACE WITH YOURSELF: Say it!
say to yourself, THE WORLD, THE CORPSE DISCOVERED THAT YOU WANT, BUT YOU DO NOT HAVE THE COURAGE, FOR 'THE MOTHER VI beaten when I have not had TASKS AND YOU HAVE SO MUCH DIGESTIBLE repolarization your beliefs about the afterlife'.
CAN NOT 'TELL WHICH RELIGION HAS REASON.
do not know who holds the copyright on the official LIFE AFTER DEATH.
WHO WE ARE 'GONE, ANOTHER WORLD NOT 'could return to tell, Exceptions made for those who sometimes go to PROGRAMS COSTANZO the contrary to blurt THE REPORT OF AN EXPERIENCE POST MORTEM (and back) full-blown.
be honest: I admit to yourself that AT LEAST YOU'VE DONE FOR YOU A GIFT.
wanted ADDITION TO YOU A CELEBRATION 'BY ENTERING, NOTWITHSTANDING THE STATE OF ITEMS Decomposed.
THE SITUATION IS NOT 'JUST degenerate.
hath been 'decomposed.
Maleducati WITH PEOPLE DO NOT WANT TO HAVE NOTHING TO DO.
GIVE YOU MONEY?
TENETEVELO.
I only say, with a hint of Remora: BE CAREFUL NOT TO LET U.S. KEEP THE DOG.
THOSE THE 'Magna everything, even garbage.
CONTAINED A TRAY OF METRO SIXTY OF BAIT AND STILL LIVES.
NOT MAKE YOU FROM MAMMALIAN FREGATE wagging.
Thank you all.
See you next Sunday.
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