THIS 'A FUCKING FILM DRAMA, MICA merdaccia THE CHANNEL 5.
Highly recommended.
TEAR MOVIE SERIES A
ONE OF THE BEST HORROR THAT SAY: ONE OF THE BEST MOVIE EVER.
The great games of yesteryear.
ERA ALTHOUGH IT WAS BETTER WHEN IT WAS UNDER A DICTATORSHIP EXPRESS. NOW THAT 'I FEEL SOFT depersonalization.
KILLS AND HAMSTER.
EVEN THE STATUE IS breaking balls and protests.
MAKE THE BEST OF THE PEOPLE.
THIS IS 'THAT' A STRIKE
Who I can not trust?
of my family, and who else?
so well that I want to be ready to sacrifice for the good of the family.
It was a week to say 'a little psychedelic.
not I get sick of 12 years without iperbolizzazioni mnemonic or restructuring of the events in the past. M'ammalavo only when I wanted to escape the "task" or to the 'question of. " Possessed an invaluable talent for me to raise the body temperature in the vicinity of a hazard academic teaching.
spent five days at home as an ob-sealed at the point of overflowing, with people you hate because you hate (hate mirror) is an experiment worthy of ... the Experiment.
There comes a point at which - the action takes place above the point, not in the middle - do not read more than one role, everyone has run totally identified with the role played, the drama becomes real action.
Il confine tra recitazione e... come si chiamano le azioni quotidiane?
Non è forse una recita anche quella?
Ironico, siamo tutti dei falsi di merda, eppure dobbiamo frequentare un corso di recitazione per imparare a fare quello che facciamo tutti i giorni di fronte all'osservatore supremo, la digitale di zio Pasquale.
Fa venire i brividi e devo pure starci attento, non posso permettermi di riammalarmi ancora, un altro giorno qui e uccido qualcuno.
Non scherzo, l'esperimento si è protratto oltre l'oltre, oltre i bastioni di Orione, al di là de mei cojoni.
Sbarellando.
Non tutto il male viene per nuocere: una parte, l'estremità viene a nuocere, sennò non sarebbe a wrecker of lives.
Another part, the second, scolex and proglottids, the most discreet and odd is to harm (mettetevelo well in the lead).
A third party - the evil is divided into 3 parts, hence the trinity, the penis with testicles, all the other evil - is a bargain, do you try to fill in the form of cid with the events, so that you, making peace / surrender himself to the consequences, you smile on your face the classic of dazed resignation, will continue to suffer and suffer with the devotion and skill worthy of an accountant Fantozzi really working in our mondicino.
The character is the semi unstitching complex character warp and lives di vita propria; ci ha provato pure Stephen King a scriverne, di fatto ha firmato “Richard Backman”; non se la sentiva manco lui.
Certe cose succedono.
Impossibilitato di azionare a comando quei processi a me cari, necessari a creare, comporre, codificare grafemi divertenti come solo Irvine Welsh sa fare, ho avuto modo di guardare tanta televisione. Togliendo tonnellate di film - I.A., per cecarsi dal piangere, Senza Tregua, per cecarsi e basta, Ai confini della realtà anni 80 per cecare l'occhio che tutto vede stampato alla fine di ogni episodio, altro che messaggi subliminali, provare per incazzarsi!- ho fatto caso a un fenomeno importante.
Sky è intrappolato nel limbo infra generazionale.
Rifiuta il tempo corrente.
Se non avete il pacchetto cinema - pietoso e inutile, tanto che non ce l'ho; anzi, papino non ce l'ha - , verrete travolti da una valanga di ricordi, sarete colle spalle al muro, dovrete confrontarvi col vostro passato.
Sky è rimasta imprigionata tra gli anni ottanta e i novanta.
Video, film, telefilm, provenienti dal temibile decennio binomio letale. Colori e trame pompose, temi da sala bingo, vortici d'orrore a norma di censore dotato di sensibilità sitcommiana.
Di tanta spazzatura ho rivalutato “Il principe di Bel- Air”.
Telefilm atipico, grande Will Smith.
Will ha sempre fatto grandi cose, glielo si deve concedere.
Why give? It is rightfully hers.
What?
And I fuck that I know, I'm talking nonsense.
I tried to update the perversions of our beautiful world, but I did nothing but dive à la backward in time and in the collective psyche.
I watched a program that looked at six years?
beginning to stain to jumping, screaming "I want another mother checciap.
I was in front of a TV show broadcast when I was not born yet? I huddled in a fetal position with a pin and pricked the walls around me, trying to undermine the amniotic sac, so to make a prenatal prank.
NDR: Soundtrack of "The fog "is the eighth track.
When he gets you you you you you you you you ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta?
Then say that you should not download music ...
fever there I had one night only.
me are not able to enjoy, I had to fight with my mother who wanted to force me to take medication - I feel like an adult, I do not eat the soup in protest.
In topical time the disease paroxysmal I was about to fall asleep, make a dream goliardiglioso (which means "fried clams with gorgonzola" Go, look on wikipedia, here, good) I found a hand on my forehead, I jumped with fright, coughing up phlegm a cluster of indecent, fluorescent adolescente – era bello grosso- , c'era la mia adorata matrigna a fissarmi in cagnesco.
Sì, mi hanno adottato, non c'è altra spiegazione, i miei veri genitori non possono essere così rompicoglioni... sennò da chi avrei ripreso?
Eccola, è arrivata tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu ta ta ta ta ta ta
mi sento più adulto, responsabile, così non sputerò contro il termosifone un'altra volta.
Nel letto ribollivo d'odio, “Guarda la madonna se non posso neanche ammalarmi come si vede, ariguarda tu la madre del creatore di gente ordinata e inquisitoria”, pensavo mentre cercavo spiegazioni nel buio della stanza, cercando di ricreare artificialmente la fase rem, rolling his eyes wildly, sweating like a hydroelectric center after the H-bomb
I recommend: Try it in your darkroom.
Shake the eye, move them as fast as they can.
Trip to town.
Apart from that not much has happened. There were chicchette, I can not deny it, only when the patient passes me want to laugh in last stage, and that's where I realize how much fail on life.
are always looking for laughter, the grin liberating.
I think it's a good thing, especially when you're sick. But no.
An important moment for the pursuit of happiness I have shown elsewhere.
Of course, I have been sober five days in a row, has not happened since I was eighteen.
Yesterday afternoon, while he talked to Bacchus after 120 h on the wings of San Patrignano silent, I felt God in my turn.
Reading Welsh found peace, then left me because I thought the Tennet's red.
Ooooh, the Tennent's red, the Tennet's scotch ale.
pages of Irvine that shit oozing red rust.
Oh, my lady, velvet charm
warbling soul tickling
elastic balloon,
tramp sick.
Oh my lady, my pain
lenisci
master phlegm in the chest.
Without drinking, oh my lady,
come una gran puttana
almeno per un ora.
Ho i soldi, che ti credi?
Apri le cosce
ti spillo per bene
per il mio bene.
No, no, no, non ti vengo a conoscere nel fusto, no
rigogliosa arborea scultura in metallo.
Pianta metallica, torna giovane
quando potevi ubriacare
senza chieder perdono.
Era colpa sua, poteva sorridere.
Non l'ha fatto, non ti meritava.
Forse mi sta tornando la febbre, forse no.
Chi può dirlo se non la Tennet's che berrò tra quattro ore e mezzo circa?
Parlavo di chiccette successe in questi monastici giorni di depurazione briosa – notasi come il linguaggio si faccia più televisivo - Then I clipped the speech by reciting odes to irreplaceable gentleman glasgowiane liquid.
chicchette One of my mother has been on a diet, even a lap, as every year, just after the holiday season.
There was a phone conversation with her friend who made me understand at what point the crowds can get and, nonchalantly make fun of everything to go out in the dark, at that meeting that there is concealed.
Laughter.
pills
In summary:
TIPS FOR A BALANCED DIET.
NOT EAT carbohydrate, ie 'bread and pasta.
FOR THE REST OF YOU CAN EVEN EAT tripe.
Beware of carbohydrates, as it was at the time of Manzoni or pastures.
When I become famous I want to proclaim the word articulate my gift 'surname.
The other gem dates back to last night.
I was mid-afternoon in a library to drink wine, to collapse with the vendor's policies.
We had a blast from the past - the pitiful relive the '90s on TV is not enough for me, I wanted to scratch the bottom - and then I dipped the Barcode where I spoke with the genius, the guy who played four years with books knew latin and greek and six better than a professor of mutual.
Having established that "I was wasting his time because I do not read poetry e, se non leggi la poesia, non puoi comunicare con lui perché non puoi capirlo”, sono tornato a casa e, in mezzo alla piazza dove c'è il mio palazzo ho mollato una vomitata rosso Campari.
Non sono riuscito a trattenermi, dovevo farlo e l'ho fatto.
No, non mi sento in colpa.
FIGURATEVI SE UNO STRONZO CHE VOMITA E' UNA CHICCETTA.
DI FATTO L'HA CHICCETTA E' UN'ALTRA.
Era un preambolo all'embolo nel cervello di 'sta cazzo di chiccetta che ora racconterò.
Oh, mi ha fatto ridere.
Mi sono messo a vedere Scott Pilgrim vs. The world, gran toccasana quando mi sento di merda. È rincasato mio padre, grande appassionato di film d'azione meaningless without history - fear, you put on the defensive in Kevlar, when the writer wants to say too many things outside of the shots, flying kicks, revenge against the bad guys - and has stood spellbound in front of the screen.
Moral of the story has endured a two-minute film, shouting "Holy shit that blow, fuck that football, he's hurt."
has withstood the masterpiece until he realized that was not a continuing crime, that is an hour and a half of shooting, blood, female whores revenge etc.; soul der parp!
Scott Pilgrim in my opinion is one of the most brilliant films ever made (shit you want? Back to see the video art, pieces of shit in the ass) but my father was unable to find an interesting component martial worthy of two and a half minutes of her precious attention (mica I wasted your time like I did with the unreasonable portion of the temporal genius, eh!) .
Indeed Scott Pilgrim I would have to interpret or limit Maurizio Merli, Henry Silva vintage.
I'm going to take something from the fridge and I find the bloody fucking Bobbit.
I got up the stomach, so that the mouth was about to uscirmi as happened to the guts when s'ostinava Phil Anselmo screaming like a crow enhanced by kicking in the back by a boot with reinforced toe in acciaio incandescente come i pomodorini serviti durante la cena di gala organizzata dallo staff alle dipendenze della contessa Serbelloni Mazzanti Vien dal Mare.
Una salsiccia di fegato delle dimensioni di un pene completamente intrisa nel suo stesso sasngue.
Il frigorifero odorava di cazzo insanguinato.
Uno schifo inenarrabile.
'coddio che schifo, non vedevo una schifezza volontariamente perversa del genere da quando vidi per sbaglio “La dolce Vita” una domenica mattina.
Brrrrrrrrrrr.
Struccata, acchittata da signorina per bene, Ruby non vale un cazzo, è una ciofeca.
Agghindata da cittadina fallita italiana media è veramente fottibile su tutti e tre i fronti (ora che la tecnologia lo permette esistono anche le scopate, in 3-D).
La mia perplessità scaturisce dai 7000,00€ (è un po', eh? En pochi!!!) regalati dal nostro amato presidente per CA-RI-TA'.
Innanzitutto il presidente fa il razzista solo quando non può fottersi l'immigrato.
Da i nostri 7000 euro a una marocchina CHE E' IN DIFFICOLTA' e a noi non ci pensi solo perché non possiamo ciucciartelo?
Cazzo è 'sta storia?
A 'sto punto direi: se non se l'è scopata qualcuno dovrà farlo, no?
Settemila euro per niente in cambio non li ho mai ricevuti.
Lei sostiene che il presidente è a very nice person with whom one can speak of this and that, beyond the political issues.
the question "What are you talking about?", She said something like, "'dinner was a flag."
...
...
...
... ... ... what? (In English means "that the Virgin Mary was a virgin behind the Bible and talking about them?).
Dinner tricolor ... knowing the perversions of the Mason Silvio I can only interpret it that way.
at home there than down with the skin pulled so I know that among those in the face there is also the asshole, there were 10 girls aged 10 and over, all happy to be with a peer than 10 decades younger (as many references to Kabbalistic?).
During dinner, the president has tried to force the anus of each of the 10 with a proud flag, using the part of the cloth, saving infibulation with the side of the auction for the grand finale, along with the caviar, the champagne and fireworks rituals.
In this case the president is guilty of manslaughter by breaching a dozen legal entities of other nations terzomondali.
Since mastery of language?
I knew I had to study law, even though I had two right - and I had it because Joe Porchetta, the professor, had great sympathy for me -.
... Joe Porchetta... chissà perché mi hai bocciato...
Sta sicuro: non eravamo noi a prenderti in giro, lo facevi tu stesso, ogni passo che muovevi.
Ho scoperto che esiste un sito elettrizzante.
www. Twitteritalia.it
Non sarebbe meglio prendere tutti i libri e bruciarli in piazza?
Contrariamente a quello che ci vogliono propinare, il buco nell'ozono c'è proprio perché non inquiniamo abbastanza.
Per chi non lo sapesse.
Dopo circa una trentina d'anni, il buco nell'ozono ha iniziato a pensare grazie alla nostra lacca per capelli.
È vivo, osserva ciò che facciamo.
Praticamente abbiamo dato vita al god of the church.
We did exist with deodorants. The lady is
Cieloalto, which is why it is among the most expensive lacquers.
... the "lakes" more expensive.
Well, 'I'm fucking ozone still standing there, as the gap between two cheeks, so bored.
When you're bored and you are unable to boot, you can not do anything at all, what's left to do but eat and eat?
Unless we feed him with a move to smoke pollution from unnecessary books of the earth, the hole s'incazzerà, famine and plagues befall on us.
is worth to make pussy ecological extinction?
So what are you waiting?
It's time to take all those batteries do not use anymore and burning them with gasoline.
Do not worry, once you spentesi an excuse to take a vacation at sea - the Adriatic also needs his dose of Mercury, or else pour it in hard!
Instead of bringing your children to the park, park in front of the play or teach them something instructive destructive. When you
temprerà character ever?
not hard to be loved by children when they are taught to make mercury fulminate.
learn many things.
And they will blow up.
The age of snacks, the family of the mill white baby is over, here we want explosions worthy of the end of the first decade of the 2000 bankruptcy.
Engage in the sacred art of the explosive, the Chinese proved that the Italians are no less of causing discomfort and destruction.
By God, family and the flag (this time from the side of the pole).
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