Rosicrucian
A dream fantasy, surreal, and totally surreal levels Wonderland to speak.
I just remember at one point there were gnomine plowing large areas of land, in a kind of cloister great, doing fine furrows wide, deep and sorted.
Above all knew what they were doing, not plowed at random, looking for something they knew where to look.
Then suddenly, when I arrive, are in a hurry, and one of them begins to make a fast groove, narrow and crooked, to me, until the child is something hard.
With hands move a bit 'of land to see what it is, and suddenly I realize that is one of those stones, tombstones and inscriptions that were looking for. And I know that he knew there was one there, did not go to the event, went out with the method.
was a plaque, and the name was engraved "Rosencranz Petrone." So I think "cool, one of my ancestors was a Rosicrucian."
In other parts of the dream, I do not know whether or not related with this, I was around a strange provincial town, a little 'dark, a little' uninhabited, definitely looking a bit 'abandoned. Then other was in high school, but the banks had turned the wrong way, and look at the writings in the COUNTER (which were a bit 'strange) to find out if there was any of those done by us so many years ago. Then bo people, dialogues, strange things. I had
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
When Is The Best Time To Buy A New Sportbike
selfish! (Dreams advertising)
to make this post a day or two ago, and now the memory is already starting to get weak.
an absurd dream.
I was in a private area, shared by several apartment buildings, those where there is a little 'green but with narrow concrete. I mean stuff I've seen only in Milan and surroundings. But it was not bad.
do not know if I was with someone, or what was going on, there were perhaps half of the chestnuts for some reason, some games, some mysterious atmosphere of the film.
The fact is that at some point there is controversy, from different windows, looks and runs people swearing at me or something.
I, struck by a brilliant brilliant inspiration, scream "selfish!"
And those of the palace, great!, I understand on the fly. They close all the shutters, and re-open with people yelling "selfish selfish."
gasatissimo I felt and I thought "Figaaaaata! Belin but that's cool that I've done, I'm done is fabulous, I have to talk about Lo'og!"
So I wake up, to post this happy event, and I realize that it was a dream: O
Well, after I did the same, of course.
to make this post a day or two ago, and now the memory is already starting to get weak.
an absurd dream.
I was in a private area, shared by several apartment buildings, those where there is a little 'green but with narrow concrete. I mean stuff I've seen only in Milan and surroundings. But it was not bad.
do not know if I was with someone, or what was going on, there were perhaps half of the chestnuts for some reason, some games, some mysterious atmosphere of the film.
The fact is that at some point there is controversy, from different windows, looks and runs people swearing at me or something.
I, struck by a brilliant brilliant inspiration, scream "selfish!"
And those of the palace, great!, I understand on the fly. They close all the shutters, and re-open with people yelling "selfish selfish."
gasatissimo I felt and I thought "Figaaaaata! Belin but that's cool that I've done, I'm done is fabulous, I have to talk about Lo'og!"
So I wake up, to post this happy event, and I realize that it was a dream: O
Well, after I did the same, of course.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Want To Be Put Over A Knee
26400bps
From noon yesterday to have no connection has been dropped and the carrier did not come back up.
They said "send someone within 48h and 48h expire tomorrow at 1630. I hope
soon be able to put a serious connection, if anyone has info on entry level business let me know * _ *
Do good in the meantime!
From noon yesterday to have no connection has been dropped and the carrier did not come back up.
They said "send someone within 48h and 48h expire tomorrow at 1630. I hope
soon be able to put a serious connection, if anyone has info on entry level business let me know * _ *
Do good in the meantime!
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Sore Throat After Drinking Alcohol
Advertising is often an important mirror on society, because there are no compromises in advertising: it is aimed only and only to sell, sell, sell, or things closely related as to improve its image "(and therefore buy) . Looking
old advertising, or compared to the new, you can learn many things, many subtleties that otherwise the story is not handed down.
One in particular always makes me shoot the ball, because it shows us how we are evolving towards an increasingly stupid of people who are not able to understand the basic concepts of language and a civil community. I'm talking about the motto of L'Oreal. Originally, the end of each spot, the model said "L'Oreal, because I'm worth . It is clear that the message was "Who uses our products is a cool, so if you use them you're cool." The idea was that those who watched the commercials would identified with the model: the model says, "because I'm worth", so if I use those products in my turn I can say the same thing.
short, a very simple concept, that asylum is not just a child can understand.
But, to my great disappointment, for some years have changed the motto "Because you are worth " . But what is disgusting? Sounds too badly. Now, those of L'Oreal or balls are abysmal (and I do not think) or have estimated that people were not smart enough to understand a concept so simple . They thought that they would feel offended or something from a model that sfotte, rather than identify with her. So now instead compliments the model to make free, to all , note, not only to those who use their products.
completely transformed the concept: you switch from a "use these products, so I'm cool "to" I'm cool, so I should use these products. "It is no longer a mechanism" look at me and see a little 'if it is the case of imitation, "but more" come on, you're all pussies in, use our products because, boh.
In summary, the L'Oreal did not judge their target smart enough to understand a simple concept yet so , and he did become totally direct, and idiotic.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Quickbooks Pro 2009 And License Number
viecchio Because I'm worth shit, mollaci, bastard
Let's recap.
Saturday I leave you with the female.
died Sunday my favorite author of books, leaving unfinished the latest in a series of 12.
Monday breaks down the big TV in the room.
Tuesday, today, the first breaks the multiple cable scart / av / psx, then breaks the wireless router "good" (1) .
viecchio It is clear that shit made me the evil eye, and I have some serious' if you fear something will happen tomorrow.
I'm serious. It is not a normal kind of thing.
(1) perhaps only the power supply is broken, I have yet to test the
Let's recap.
Saturday I leave you with the female.
died Sunday my favorite author of books, leaving unfinished the latest in a series of 12.
Monday breaks down the big TV in the room.
Tuesday, today, the first breaks the multiple cable scart / av / psx, then breaks the wireless router "good" (1) .
viecchio It is clear that shit made me the evil eye, and I have some serious' if you fear something will happen tomorrow.
I'm serious. It is not a normal kind of thing.
(1) perhaps only the power supply is broken, I have yet to test the
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Recommendation Letter Sorority
opened the vineyard
Fonso has linked a very interesting article republic.
will report here the main part, or title and subtitle, as well as I did not dare venture:
(1)
"Avril Lavigne gets a manga"
WTF. Why become a manga , and not a comic? I do not understand that you are Japanese or the De Agostini.
(2)
"as the stage bursts into comics"
Wait. I thought you said that it became a manga? Here someone has learned the concept of evil synonymous.
Manga Japanese comic = Comic
(singular, beast, foreign terms are constant in Italian!) = American comics
The phrase thus becomes "Avril Lavigne becomes a Japanese comic book, so the stage erupts in American comics."
by WTF lol.
(3)
"That signature also wrote the screenplay"
Oh. We hope to be a porno. No, seriously, I do not have the ability to write anything more complicated than a porn. It is a porn, right? I guess I have to look at the rest of the article.
(4)
"DA PopStar a cartoon is a short step. Especially if the icon in question is the former child prodigy punk Avril Lavigne now 23 years old. "
Child prodigy? Punk? Okay not prevailed. Ah, before" now "there was a comma.
" That sounds like a character from the strip, accomplices face from eternal child and the decidedly bizarre wardrobe .
But who wrote the article I am, I was a child?
"But now it's official: Avril has become a manga in a miniseries of two volumes devoted to it. And it became even a manga author, since the machines behind the series is Camilla D'Errico, emerging talent of the alternative scene of American comics. "
So let's recap. A Canadian pseudo-writes a comic strip, which will drawn by an author expert in Italian American comics, and published by a publisher always Italian. Manga, eh?
(5)
"[...] As Courtney, Lavigne also preferred to appear as "manga", "
here puts it in quotes, perhaps, is understanding, let's give him time.
"the most popular form of comics,"
please?
"born in Japan but spread all over the world."
sigh.
(6)
"The series, published in Italy by De Agostini, make5wishes.com is titled,"
this can not be real. "Make5wishes.com? It is a title ?? sigh.
"and tells the story of the little Hana, a teenager with difficulties integrating that Avril Lavigne has her only friend, as imaginary. A girl problem, in short, as understood from the opening bars of ' work: "I'm not inviibile . Maybe. Solo, are not worthy of attention. "One evening, Hana comes across a mysterious website, make5wishes.com, which gives them the opportunity to make 5 wishes. And, of course, choose to meet Avril Hana, his rockstar favorite. "
I did not understand, is a pop star, a rock star, or is the child prodigy of punk? No, let us resolve, even these are not synonymous, eh. "Inviibile? No, seriously, let's write newspaper articles not even pass to the spellchecker? However we have a
manga about a girl emo. Hooray, it was just what she needed. Go ahead.
(7)
"The subject was suggested by the same Lavigne,"
I'm pretty sure that before talking about the script. I may be wrong, eh.
"that clearly meant to his fans. It makes no mystery."
but soft!
"I am very excited to see me turn into a comic book - said the presentation the American edition, for the types of Del Rey - I know that many of my fans are fans of manga, so I hope I read it. That is the subject I wrote it. "
Hey said it again! Subject! For the sake move a little 'mouse wheel and control the titoletto (or bean is called, I am not taking to know). Eeeeh yes, he spoke of his screenplay. And no, there are no excuses here, you can say you were forced to write an article on comics without having ever read one, but not to distinguish the subject and the screenplay is quite a burden. The bases, cazzu!
However, this person wrote it or had "suggested," as above?
"And only to them, the transformation in the manga, very likely, will also penetrate the Japanese market, tight production cut Western comics. "
sigh.
" That's why the rest of the production was entrusted to pencils dell'italocanadese D'Errico and writer Joshua Dysart. What succeeds in recreating the atmosphere of a series in Shojo Manga, the comic genre "sentimental." "
Mh-hm?
Among other things, simply in order to punish him, in Italian the names are written before the surname. Because I've written correct but the others have this reversed? Just to not leave anything open, eh .
"For the small Canadian singer-songwriter is, however, a nice jump. In five years, from the exit of Complicated hit that gave the green light to its phenomenon, has developed into an artist's leading global icon in American pop punk adolescents. "
But who is talking, rotfl?
What about , is stuff I should be encouraged to talk more often, newspapers and journalists. Ok it's like beating a retarded child for the sole purpose of stealing the ice cream, give us a lick, and then throw it away, but it's fun. And education. Hitting a child , I mean.
Fonso has linked a very interesting article republic.
will report here the main part, or title and subtitle, as well as I did not dare venture:
Avril Lavigne gets a manga so
from the stage bursts into comics
Outbox for De Agostini a comic book starring the
the Canadian pop star. That signature also wrote the screenplay
(1)
"Avril Lavigne gets a manga"
WTF. Why become a manga , and not a comic? I do not understand that you are Japanese or the De Agostini.
(2)
"as the stage bursts into comics"
Wait. I thought you said that it became a manga? Here someone has learned the concept of evil synonymous.
Manga Japanese comic = Comic
(singular, beast, foreign terms are constant in Italian!) = American comics
The phrase thus becomes "Avril Lavigne becomes a Japanese comic book, so the stage erupts in American comics."
by WTF lol.
(3)
"That signature also wrote the screenplay"
Oh. We hope to be a porno. No, seriously, I do not have the ability to write anything more complicated than a porn. It is a porn, right? I guess I have to look at the rest of the article.
(4)
"DA PopStar a cartoon is a short step. Especially if the icon in question is the former child prodigy punk Avril Lavigne now 23 years old. "
Child prodigy? Punk? Okay not prevailed. Ah, before" now "there was a comma.
" That sounds like a character from the strip, accomplices face from eternal child and the decidedly bizarre wardrobe .
But who wrote the article I am, I was a child?
"But now it's official: Avril has become a manga in a miniseries of two volumes devoted to it. And it became even a manga author, since the machines behind the series is Camilla D'Errico, emerging talent of the alternative scene of American comics. "
So let's recap. A Canadian pseudo-writes a comic strip, which will drawn by an author expert in Italian American comics, and published by a publisher always Italian. Manga, eh?
(5)
"[...] As Courtney, Lavigne also preferred to appear as "manga", "
here puts it in quotes, perhaps, is understanding, let's give him time.
"the most popular form of comics,"
please?
"born in Japan but spread all over the world."
sigh.
(6)
"The series, published in Italy by De Agostini, make5wishes.com is titled,"
this can not be real. "Make5wishes.com? It is a title ?? sigh.
"and tells the story of the little Hana, a teenager with difficulties integrating that Avril Lavigne has her only friend, as imaginary. A girl problem, in short, as understood from the opening bars of ' work: "I'm not inviibile . Maybe. Solo, are not worthy of attention. "One evening, Hana comes across a mysterious website, make5wishes.com, which gives them the opportunity to make 5 wishes. And, of course, choose to meet Avril Hana, his rockstar favorite. "
I did not understand, is a pop star, a rock star, or is the child prodigy of punk? No, let us resolve, even these are not synonymous, eh. "Inviibile? No, seriously, let's write newspaper articles not even pass to the spellchecker? However we have a
manga about a girl emo. Hooray, it was just what she needed. Go ahead.
(7)
"The subject was suggested by the same Lavigne,"
I'm pretty sure that before talking about the script. I may be wrong, eh.
"that clearly meant to his fans. It makes no mystery."
but soft!
"I am very excited to see me turn into a comic book - said the presentation the American edition, for the types of Del Rey - I know that many of my fans are fans of manga, so I hope I read it. That is the subject I wrote it. "
Hey said it again! Subject! For the sake move a little 'mouse wheel and control the titoletto (or bean is called, I am not taking to know). Eeeeh yes, he spoke of his screenplay. And no, there are no excuses here, you can say you were forced to write an article on comics without having ever read one, but not to distinguish the subject and the screenplay is quite a burden. The bases, cazzu!
However, this person wrote it or had "suggested," as above?
"And only to them, the transformation in the manga, very likely, will also penetrate the Japanese market, tight production cut Western comics. "
sigh.
" That's why the rest of the production was entrusted to pencils dell'italocanadese D'Errico and writer Joshua Dysart. What succeeds in recreating the atmosphere of a series in Shojo Manga, the comic genre "sentimental." "
Mh-hm?
Among other things, simply in order to punish him, in Italian the names are written before the surname. Because I've written correct but the others have this reversed? Just to not leave anything open, eh .
"For the small Canadian singer-songwriter is, however, a nice jump. In five years, from the exit of Complicated hit that gave the green light to its phenomenon, has developed into an artist's leading global icon in American pop punk adolescents. "
But who is talking, rotfl?
What about , is stuff I should be encouraged to talk more often, newspapers and journalists. Ok it's like beating a retarded child for the sole purpose of stealing the ice cream, give us a lick, and then throw it away, but it's fun. And education. Hitting a child , I mean.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
How To Cancel Us Visa Appointment
Ecstatic Blackboard
Hurrah! Hot, Summer !
want to go to Blackboard!
Because obviously there ever vo if not in the group, sappiatemi say who is interested, it is put, etc..
What I know:
group
Piacenza Piacenza, with great probability the group will be headed by Bonzo in week of August. Perhaps some members will stop a bit 'more (do not know whether before or after). At the moment I do not know the size of the group, but it is reasonable to assume that the house is occupied.
exception Fonso that is, I think for two to three weeks, but I do not know when .
group Genoese
the only thing I know is or that Dave or Lele or both have told me that at least some 'should be. I have no news yet of any of the others, let me know plis.
group Milan
know nothing. It is extremely likely that Wire fall, accompanied by random people, but when I do not know anything about dates or numbers, either on or if any of them is from me or not.
groups Sardinian and Florentine
I have yet to hear them all, and since they do not read the blog I have to remind me of Link.
just for the record, I ordered them in groups according to how much information I have at respect. Home should be free all summer except for maybe a week, flexible. For reasons that most of you know, now only people I know.
Hurrah! Hot, Summer !
want to go to Blackboard!
Because obviously there ever vo if not in the group, sappiatemi say who is interested, it is put, etc..
What I know:
group
Piacenza Piacenza, with great probability the group will be headed by Bonzo in week of August. Perhaps some members will stop a bit 'more (do not know whether before or after). At the moment I do not know the size of the group, but it is reasonable to assume that the house is occupied.
exception Fonso that is, I think for two to three weeks, but I do not know when .
group Genoese
the only thing I know is or that Dave or Lele or both have told me that at least some 'should be. I have no news yet of any of the others, let me know plis.
group Milan
know nothing. It is extremely likely that Wire fall, accompanied by random people, but when I do not know anything about dates or numbers, either on or if any of them is from me or not.
groups Sardinian and Florentine
I have yet to hear them all, and since they do not read the blog I have to remind me of Link.
just for the record, I ordered them in groups according to how much information I have at respect. Home should be free all summer except for maybe a week, flexible. For reasons that most of you know, now only people I know.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Movie Invite Template
Dirty Bastard gray
Tonight is a funny thing happened. Oh well, not so strange, actually. Buffin, gone.
I'm going to play soccer with a group of economy, my first pseudo-sports activities in years, and in the locker room check Ugo .
Before elementary not attended many other children, and Hugh was one of the few, I do not have great memories of the time (my memory is funny, who knows me knows ), and memory of Hugh his birthday.
I remember somebody gave him a video game for the atari or something like that, that was a sort of arcade game with a bo ship that fired the things in the desert or something. I think it was called Falcon Salcazzo , now I find it hard to look for. I perhaps I had given him Trick-Track (so called?), Recollection of having bought it for someone but I am not sure it was for him.
Edit: incredible, I remember! Considering that even I played and I saw only a few minutes, it's really amazing how it affected me. It was "Desert Falcon .
Then, inter alia, also remember two things about Fulvio, my cousin.
One is that for some reason when we went to our grandmother used to play fill them with water pots do not know why, but it was fun.
But it's more interesting when we were at Serra, and we spent an evening playing Super Offroad in a bar. This game is legendary. We were both very busy, and when we went to sleep, I heard him talking in his sleep , very pissed off: 'Dirty Bastard gray! " . He was referring to the gray car, which is always controlled by the computer, and a bit 'more of the other crap.
Well, that's made my monthly post, I know that place very recently, sorry but as you know I have to create astromondi for the good of humanity and for mine.
For the record, I would have at least three Swabian post (with photos and stories about absurd) to be done, but will have to wait.
Tonight is a funny thing happened. Oh well, not so strange, actually. Buffin, gone.
I'm going to play soccer with a group of economy, my first pseudo-sports activities in years, and in the locker room check Ugo .
Before elementary not attended many other children, and Hugh was one of the few, I do not have great memories of the time (my memory is funny, who knows me knows ), and memory of Hugh his birthday. I remember somebody gave him a video game for the atari or something like that, that was a sort of arcade game with a bo ship that fired the things in the desert or something. I think it was called Falcon Salcazzo , now I find it hard to look for. I perhaps I had given him Trick-Track (so called?), Recollection of having bought it for someone but I am not sure it was for him.
Edit: incredible, I remember! Considering that even I played and I saw only a few minutes, it's really amazing how it affected me. It was "Desert Falcon .
Then, inter alia, also remember two things about Fulvio, my cousin. One is that for some reason when we went to our grandmother used to play fill them with water pots do not know why, but it was fun.
But it's more interesting when we were at Serra, and we spent an evening playing Super Offroad in a bar. This game is legendary. We were both very busy, and when we went to sleep, I heard him talking in his sleep , very pissed off: 'Dirty Bastard gray! " . He was referring to the gray car, which is always controlled by the computer, and a bit 'more of the other crap.
Well, that's made my monthly post, I know that place very recently, sorry but as you know I have to create astromondi for the good of humanity and for mine.
For the record, I would have at least three Swabian post (with photos and stories about absurd) to be done, but will have to wait.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Autism And Driver's Licence
Saving Faile
slept. Scratch, scratch hear a strange noise, unknown. I slept. But again with the bottom of my unconscious feel a strange sound. I slept. But nails, feet, or something, he continued to scratch somewhere.
Sleeping, I think there is a dog in the house. My aunt's dog. Ok had no reason to be there, there, in the kitchen, but this was the most reasonable thing that I had come to mind. Only now, hours later, I realize that I rather thought the rabbit when I was in Florence, when escaped from his detention area would wake me up biting sheets. However
decide which is the case to stand up and understand where I'm noise. It does not come from the kitchen. It comes from - uh - out? I open the window to check EEK! Between the windows and the shutters had been trapped a .. a .. Well ok it's a bird .. However horrible color, color from insect, I do not like the color. But the shape is nice, seems proud, rapacious beak, I decide who is a hawk.
mmm A hawk who is sleeping or dying in a strange position. Lying on side, head, neck crooked, leaning on a wall, one leg hanging by a piece of the window. Ok not a good description, we say that the key thing to know and that moved very little, a bit banged 'eyes, and above all, is head was bent in an unnatural way.
Well, what shall I do? It might be sleeping so much, when to have a broken neck and asking for help. I think about who to call, I would not touch, if you are badly I could make things worse. Partially does / did the parrots, bird, therefore, is the best person I know, but it is not enough. WWF! Vo on the site, but Bo does not convince me. It gives me the impression they do not want to be called. Search on Google a veterinarian, I find the number as close to my house, I call it.
a girl who answers when I hear people say "bird" I says "LIPU! It shoots an address ( very close to my house, 170 meters tuttocitta.it seconds). He was about to hang up when I can extort even phone number. Calling.
Voicemail bla bla bla we are open until 1200 (it was 1130) and reopen at bla bla bla bla calls to the 347 ... Calling.
I answered a guy, I talk to him, he asks me what kind it is, I repeat that it's a salcazzide "but the bill bo haw." A k is a swallow. Aaaaah Swifts, I spoke gianma and I said it was stupid what kind crashing for no reason against its windows. I imagined them much more ugly, very large type crows, chickens deformed dwarf flying I digress. However beautiful the dwarf flying, come on.
"Bo will stay asleep." And the neck but strange. "Then leave it there an hour, and if he went out by itself take it with a spatula (it has very strong legs), put it in a box, and bring it home, so I'm there until 6." K.
Oooh how nice I did my duty and I can not so much, because I must get back to sleep. Well well.
time 10 minutes and feel of new scratch-_-'I knew is wrong here and is calling me. Stellina. I want to control, but I do not see well because it was in the corner, open it to peek EEK me find him. It was there that he walked, ISI, quiet, close the window. Vo a moment in the bathroom. I'll be back, and has already flown away. Hmmm. I wanted to see him take off, but oh well.
slept. Scratch, scratch hear a strange noise, unknown. I slept. But again with the bottom of my unconscious feel a strange sound. I slept. But nails, feet, or something, he continued to scratch somewhere.
Sleeping, I think there is a dog in the house. My aunt's dog. Ok had no reason to be there, there, in the kitchen, but this was the most reasonable thing that I had come to mind. Only now, hours later, I realize that I rather thought the rabbit when I was in Florence, when escaped from his detention area would wake me up biting sheets. However
decide which is the case to stand up and understand where I'm noise. It does not come from the kitchen. It comes from - uh - out? I open the window to check EEK! Between the windows and the shutters had been trapped a .. a .. Well ok it's a bird .. However horrible color, color from insect, I do not like the color. But the shape is nice, seems proud, rapacious beak, I decide who is a hawk.
mmm A hawk who is sleeping or dying in a strange position. Lying on side, head, neck crooked, leaning on a wall, one leg hanging by a piece of the window. Ok not a good description, we say that the key thing to know and that moved very little, a bit banged 'eyes, and above all, is head was bent in an unnatural way.
Well, what shall I do? It might be sleeping so much, when to have a broken neck and asking for help. I think about who to call, I would not touch, if you are badly I could make things worse. Partially does / did the parrots, bird, therefore, is the best person I know, but it is not enough. WWF! Vo on the site, but Bo does not convince me. It gives me the impression they do not want to be called. Search on Google a veterinarian, I find the number as close to my house, I call it.
a girl who answers when I hear people say "bird" I says "LIPU! It shoots an address ( very close to my house, 170 meters tuttocitta.it seconds). He was about to hang up when I can extort even phone number. Calling.
Voicemail bla bla bla we are open until 1200 (it was 1130) and reopen at bla bla bla bla calls to the 347 ... Calling.
I answered a guy, I talk to him, he asks me what kind it is, I repeat that it's a salcazzide "but the bill bo haw." A k is a swallow. Aaaaah Swifts, I spoke gianma and I said it was stupid what kind crashing for no reason against its windows. I imagined them much more ugly, very large type crows, chickens deformed dwarf flying I digress. However beautiful the dwarf flying, come on.
"Bo will stay asleep." And the neck but strange. "Then leave it there an hour, and if he went out by itself take it with a spatula (it has very strong legs), put it in a box, and bring it home, so I'm there until 6." K.
Oooh how nice I did my duty and I can not so much, because I must get back to sleep. Well well.
time 10 minutes and feel of new scratch-_-'I knew is wrong here and is calling me. Stellina. I want to control, but I do not see well because it was in the corner, open it to peek EEK me find him. It was there that he walked, ISI, quiet, close the window. Vo a moment in the bathroom. I'll be back, and has already flown away. Hmmm. I wanted to see him take off, but oh well.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Blue Dots Where The Positive Line Should Be
rotflmaRIo / GO WITH BEER
I never liked the proverb "No news, good news" , in fact I own your ass is power.
Nevertheless, it is that will have some news to tell you: I plan so much that I often make bad index and middle fingers of his right hand, and also I had to switch to an ergonomic mouse salcazzo.
Just to give you some random notiziuola:
the title of the post is due to the following embed:
I never liked the proverb "No news, good news" , in fact I own your ass is power.
Nevertheless, it is that will have some news to tell you: I plan so much that I often make bad index and middle fingers of his right hand, and also I had to switch to an ergonomic mouse salcazzo.
Just to give you some random notiziuola:
- would end the idea of the alpha stage of the game in May, to begin the first playtesting in June - but do not promise anything, and give details in due course
- visits the counter has reached 6k, while page views of adsense are 50k
- advertising for all! (all angloparlanti, at least)
- games of Duck Tales NES are pretty cool overall, I've recently rediscovered
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Thursday, April 5, 2007
Boat Trailers Blueprints
Canottas in the party orkworld
Someone will have noticed that is a bit 'not lo'oggo. Qualchedun'altro you will be asked why I did that end, I managed to return safe and sound in our beloved country or Switzerland are plunged into a wasteland?
is right to give you some updates, otherwise you care about and conjure demons and space pirates aboindigeni to find me, right?
I am here in my home in Genoa, it's all right, but since they are in the planning presissimo figoso much of a game that I will become rich and famous, I'm a little 'estranged from the world.
So if you see me online, if you do not phone, if not place, know that the reason is this. But the mail and the F • ro read them, eh.
We come to the point. Starting test the Easter period. Easter is synonymous with "you go to Blackboard to make some noise" , for some years now. Once again this year. So anyone interested to come Barbarian in the wonderful world based on beer, ps2, party tank top with tabasco and kebabs, is heard.
see you space cowboy ...
ps: there will be the Bonzo ™ , then hasten to worship and lick the nipple
Someone will have noticed that is a bit 'not lo'oggo. Qualchedun'altro you will be asked why I did that end, I managed to return safe and sound in our beloved country or Switzerland are plunged into a wasteland?
is right to give you some updates, otherwise you care about and conjure demons and space pirates aboindigeni to find me, right?
I am here in my home in Genoa, it's all right, but since they are in the planning presissimo figoso much of a game that I will become rich and famous, I'm a little 'estranged from the world.
So if you see me online, if you do not phone, if not place, know that the reason is this. But the mail and the F • ro read them, eh.
We come to the point. Starting test the Easter period. Easter is synonymous with "you go to Blackboard to make some noise" , for some years now. Once again this year. So anyone interested to come Barbarian in the wonderful world based on beer, ps2, party tank top with tabasco and kebabs, is heard.
see you space cowboy ...
ps: there will be the Bonzo ™ , then hasten to worship and lick the nipple
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Powered Subwoofer Wiring
Svevish Chronicles: A quest for golden teh cattekin
Thursday put the little tobacco left in the minimum of the map, 1 centimeter in cigarette smoke , so I understand that is the case to go and buy . A very perilous undertaking in a nation full of machines, but almost devoid of tobacconists. Yes, because you can find vending machines for cigarettes in every street, thrown there by chance, they are more numerous than the garbage cans, and to use them you have to put his license or identity card to prove you're not rookies. Chedduro.
Now, this region is totally full of villages and hamlets, interspersed with each other to pieces ...." Molise. I am now located in one of these little villages, in the world " Pfrondorf ," which reminds me so much Eta-Beta. The buses are nice, timely, big, never filled, and the machines to do the same tickets on board. Sure, but a ticket costs 1 € and 95 cazzu. I can not spend 4 euros more to buy a bag of tobacco from 4 euros to 50. So, "how to get there on foot?".
Seh. Isi, does not appear? I leave the house. I have no idea where the "path", actually. I think it's down. But to be sure I get up, which way I know at least a minimum. Way, way until the long road for cars, tracks and unchecked.
But undaunted I will continue, as the day before i was at home all the time to do some 'random motion does not hurt. While you are a photographer nice view (even if it was just before sunset better), and even a car parked near a sign on which was written it would be nice "hazard rate". Yes, because the rates here are eaten away. Type they like the pipes that are below or salcazzo.
Arrival far enough, I turn to the left, and I decide that that sort of loose soil directed to nowhere is the famous trail. I start walking it, and after a while 'I am terrified. No, seriously, I would send a terrible. It was a piece of loose soil badly that proceeded to .... nothing. I can not describe it otherwise, look at the photo (right) to understand.
decide at a table that does not want to die killed by a peasant armed with a shotgun, and go back, deciding to travel the long road to the car.
The road is long, it's hot, I left home at 10 and will have already passed half an hour, or at least it is in my head. Even the shadow of the path, uncertain proceed in a direction that I know are correct but I know even be too long to be crossed by human foot does not have training. I take the eye away from the concrete and I stop to gaze at the very large fields where lies somewhere in the famous trail lost.
I never thought before coming here, the endless fields of grass that I could have been pleased, but I really taste the breath here great pitched battles between armies in armor during the Middle Ages wonderful. And the journey continues.
continue along the road. On my right I know another, parallel to this . Oh, I doubt arises: who has somehow taken a wrong fork? But there were no forks. Doubt doubt, almost as if through the field and continued there. But the shaking wins and is rewarded: a nice road sign warns me that there are only 2 kilometers Lustnano. Hurrah! Continuation.
continue walking in the middle of nowhere. I'm hot, I'm hungry, but it's beautiful. Medieval armies, clashing of clubs on armor plates. Maybe I'm losing his mind.
Basically Fucking 2 miles, walk way and oh well, some parts of the road began to recognize, however, signs and small hills, I've been there many times in the car. Like, I really like. will be hard to leave these lands so strange, so different from everything that I have always been surrounded.
When your hunger is prevalent, there began to emerge civilization. On the left a well-known village that looks like what I remember Lustnano, a road that I've never seen goes there, and I decided to take a shortcut that is all well and good. I am going to photograph it, but I leave little camera batteries. A decision to stop using the Kodak and install the AA batteries standard on new models? There is also a nice small streams, and crossing a nice old lady.
do not know if this is the place I'm looking for, or perhaps not quite, ok I admit, I once again lost. Small village in the suburbs, residential. House where they work, trucks parked with two shady-looking guys, and I decide that Albanians are dangerous. On the truck says " Removals Pasquale." Continuation sent in more or less random directions.
I do not know how, finally find the road again, and by noon I the supermarket. But not the tobacco shop. That is, there's something inside maybe also sells cigarettes, were it not open until 1630. Not good. I'll have to continue on foot to Tübingen, but I am a cool and I have to go ahead.
Italian Restaurant colored hot pink or light purple. Ignorable under normal conditions, it is interesting even now. Meanwhile, do me a favor and imagine this picture that I could not do: a beautiful tree in the center adorned with striking white flowers that cover it entirely, right and left two trees still dry and free of anything, and can be seen behind a house in Germany.
StuttgardStraße The bitch is, why is long and tedious and there is nothing. District Semi-university road path way. I do not know a bar is too crowded. First tobacco. We have a mission.
But I'm tired, I walk with difficulty, hunger is heavy, and now almost around in t-shirt. June which will be the one to the mall, where I can nicely use the bathroom. Wow, there is also a supermarket newsstand-salcazzo-tobacco-shop also sells the combo that I longed package Golden Virginia Green . Now we think about food.
For some reason, the mall has always put me in a crisis. I mean, the area. I go out there, there is the river, the geleateria, etc., but I do not know how to reach the very center, where there is the Rathaus, where there is (the now useless) tobacco shop. Where there's food. I go out there and lose myself , streets useless, ugly, not like those Pavetta of the inner city. But somehow I juggles, I understand that I must climb the hill instead of the viewer to walk around, and June in areas known. Kebab. HUGE. Here food costs very little.
What a pleasure to sit on the steps of a great German church , eating a kebab placating the powerful hunger, and then smoking a much needed cigarette. With very calm. I see people go. Around 15 is Now it's time to go back, but oops! Clearly back foot is no longer an option, but I did not change with me, so that I must find a way to buy your ticket before boarding. I find it easy to "the place near the bus stop, there is also a tobacco shop with an old woman differently Anglophone and try to make myself understood.
"No, you go to the bank." Sticazzi? Who knows what did understand. But I see no reason not to listen to her, I go to the bank, go to the door and ask for a bus ticket. The industry used it a bit 'and I produced it. ROTFL? ticket in the bank?
I find the bus stop, I can go home, tired, tired, to the 16/1630.
Even now I am very tired, I still have to pack up, sigh. See you soon. Be there to make my return in the Ligurian lands as painless as possible, come on. Why come back tomorrow (Monday). And I appreciated
post. 70 minutes just to edit photos, and about an hour and a half to write it. If you do not like you are a little 'shit, right?
Thursday put the little tobacco left in the minimum of the map, 1 centimeter in cigarette smoke , so I understand that is the case to go and buy . A very perilous undertaking in a nation full of machines, but almost devoid of tobacconists. Yes, because you can find vending machines for cigarettes in every street, thrown there by chance, they are more numerous than the garbage cans, and to use them you have to put his license or identity card to prove you're not rookies. Chedduro.
Now, this region is totally full of villages and hamlets, interspersed with each other to pieces ...." Molise. I am now located in one of these little villages, in the world " Pfrondorf ," which reminds me so much Eta-Beta. The buses are nice, timely, big, never filled, and the machines to do the same tickets on board. Sure, but a ticket costs 1 € and 95 cazzu. I can not spend 4 euros more to buy a bag of tobacco from 4 euros to 50. So, "how to get there on foot?".
It's easy, just take the path, is very nice, and arriving at Lustnano. There is also a tobacco shop to supermarket.
- Simona
But undaunted I will continue, as the day before i was at home all the time to do some 'random motion does not hurt. While you are a photographer nice view (even if it was just before sunset better), and even a car parked near a sign on which was written it would be nice "hazard rate". Yes, because the rates here are eaten away. Type they like the pipes that are below or salcazzo.
decide at a table that does not want to die killed by a peasant armed with a shotgun, and go back, deciding to travel the long road to the car.
The road is long, it's hot, I left home at 10 and will have already passed half an hour, or at least it is in my head. Even the shadow of the path, uncertain proceed in a direction that I know are correct but I know even be too long to be crossed by human foot does not have training. I take the eye away from the concrete and I stop to gaze at the very large fields where lies somewhere in the famous trail lost.
I never thought before coming here, the endless fields of grass that I could have been pleased, but I really taste the breath here great pitched battles between armies in armor during the Middle Ages wonderful. And the journey continues.
continue walking in the middle of nowhere. I'm hot, I'm hungry, but it's beautiful. Medieval armies, clashing of clubs on armor plates. Maybe I'm losing his mind.
Basically Fucking 2 miles, walk way and oh well, some parts of the road began to recognize, however, signs and small hills, I've been there many times in the car. Like, I really like. will be hard to leave these lands so strange, so different from everything that I have always been surrounded.
When your hunger is prevalent, there began to emerge civilization. On the left a well-known village that looks like what I remember Lustnano, a road that I've never seen goes there, and I decided to take a shortcut that is all well and good. I am going to photograph it, but I leave little camera batteries. A decision to stop using the Kodak and install the AA batteries standard on new models? There is also a nice small streams, and crossing a nice old lady.
do not know if this is the place I'm looking for, or perhaps not quite, ok I admit, I once again lost. Small village in the suburbs, residential. House where they work, trucks parked with two shady-looking guys, and I decide that Albanians are dangerous. On the truck says " Removals Pasquale." Continuation sent in more or less random directions.
I do not know how, finally find the road again, and by noon I the supermarket. But not the tobacco shop. That is, there's something inside maybe also sells cigarettes, were it not open until 1630. Not good. I'll have to continue on foot to Tübingen, but I am a cool and I have to go ahead.
Italian Restaurant colored hot pink or light purple. Ignorable under normal conditions, it is interesting even now. Meanwhile, do me a favor and imagine this picture that I could not do: a beautiful tree in the center adorned with striking white flowers that cover it entirely, right and left two trees still dry and free of anything, and can be seen behind a house in Germany.
StuttgardStraße The bitch is, why is long and tedious and there is nothing. District Semi-university road path way. I do not know a bar is too crowded. First tobacco. We have a mission.
But I'm tired, I walk with difficulty, hunger is heavy, and now almost around in t-shirt. June which will be the one to the mall, where I can nicely use the bathroom. Wow, there is also a supermarket newsstand-salcazzo-tobacco-shop also sells the combo that I longed package Golden Virginia Green . Now we think about food.
For some reason, the mall has always put me in a crisis. I mean, the area. I go out there, there is the river, the geleateria, etc., but I do not know how to reach the very center, where there is the Rathaus, where there is (the now useless) tobacco shop. Where there's food. I go out there and lose myself , streets useless, ugly, not like those Pavetta of the inner city. But somehow I juggles, I understand that I must climb the hill instead of the viewer to walk around, and June in areas known. Kebab. HUGE. Here food costs very little.
What a pleasure to sit on the steps of a great German church , eating a kebab placating the powerful hunger, and then smoking a much needed cigarette. With very calm. I see people go. Around 15 is Now it's time to go back, but oops! Clearly back foot is no longer an option, but I did not change with me, so that I must find a way to buy your ticket before boarding. I find it easy to "the place near the bus stop, there is also a tobacco shop with an old woman differently Anglophone and try to make myself understood.
"No, you go to the bank." Sticazzi? Who knows what did understand. But I see no reason not to listen to her, I go to the bank, go to the door and ask for a bus ticket. The industry used it a bit 'and I produced it. ROTFL? ticket in the bank?
I find the bus stop, I can go home, tired, tired, to the 16/1630.
Even now I am very tired, I still have to pack up, sigh. See you soon. Be there to make my return in the Ligurian lands as painless as possible, come on. Why come back tomorrow (Monday). And I appreciated
post. 70 minutes just to edit photos, and about an hour and a half to write it. If you do not like you are a little 'shit, right?
Friday, March 16, 2007
How Much Does It Cost To Rebuild A Bicycle
Svevish gùrméè
For some reason the 645 in the morning and I decided to do a blog post. But is not that the brain is active. Hmmmm. Perhaps it will activate each one.
speak Swabian food. Now, I do not know the rest of Germany, but here, contrary to popular belief, the food is good. In photographs in you can see the famous white sausages , which are good, they know real food, not short like wudy we are down to us. These condensed essays pork, are then cooked in a nice soup strictly to drink from the cup (boh, I have given spoons, they arrange). The essays
ways to eat eat sausage sti (I just discovered some deadkey: alt + u umlaut, circumflex Alt + I) are basically two: (1) make them into little pieces and you put up with them in the soup, broth type Chinese chicken (not chicken but it's your dog run away from home last week), or (2) cut them off and put them on bread, you put on bread and even that optimism sweet mustard brown.
clicking on the photo to see another with more details but more blue, which is also a pretzels, and of course hefeweiße (alt + s on osx) .
Here we are at the restaurant. Pardon the color but the handheld does not have flash, and I own laziness and I find it hard to fix it. In the upper right corner of the nice zuppettina salcazzo . I say this because I do not remember really what was inside, but I think I liked it. Bottom left a nice appetizer, FREE , too large for the dish that sheltered him. Seasoned with a good sauce, was quickly to even my dress pants. And the floor. And my shoe.
Top left a beer in a glass funny funny . I mean I do not remember much, it was a long time, if maybe she will pass Simona briefs. Ah, that day was my birthday, thanks
.
The photo on the right we see a heated Pitolli on which is placed a plate of mixed meat and stuff, including the legendary Cervellini funny name, which I call a good local dish similar to the crooked trofie , funny ravioli, another local dish, potatoes and other stuff. The meat was shit, but all the side dishes were very good, especially if served with sauces provided, Hmmmm.
Hence the theory that the modern German can not cook the meat, which is linked to the lack of napkins in bars . For us it is normal that there are many in the bar napkins to the public, it is normal to fuck, drink, eat, you clean. In Germany, no, it's a matter of culture and tradition . The ancient Germans were barbaric nomads used to being surrounded by game: dirt if you cleaned your nearest animal destined to become dinner for the evening. In doing so the flavor. That is why the meat does not know of anything: there is no more rude barbarian who rubs his beard on
before cooking. (*)
Something very funny is that the restaurants Germans, well, rotfl, if not finish the stuff, you put it into a container and you take her home. 
and is not considered dishonorable!
From there I learned that in the absence of the ancient warrior fat Swabian you clean your room before you know it you eat, soy sauce is a great alternative to flavor meat is tasteless. The
Cervellini of death continue to be good too heated, and in the absence the magic sauces the restaurant, you can use .. boh now I do not remember .. Hmmmm .. salcazzo, I have no idea. But it took me something.
Important Note: here beers do not cost a shit . Indeed, all things in bars, restaurants, grocery stores, do not cost a shit. O well, maybe not a dick, but down compared to the prices are ridiculously low. Apart from the type of coffee or Japanese food.
Now, I had more shots of food, including falafel and perhaps type of sushi not remember exactly, but they are trapped nell'odiosissimo ™ handheld all in German that I was able to defeat even the most part of the time. Trapped in there there is also a video of Lo'oris opening the package Metroid Fusion.
Yes, I go on vacation, and I go to Mediaworld ( Mediamarkt here). Basically buyare for a keyboard, but to Argothia is still in good conditions. Yes, I have a German keyboard (paid about € 7 to 9), but use the set as the Italian. I also buyato Chiavinato a 2GB USB for 16 € (there were 10 € and from 1GB to 4GB to like 25 €). And then, well, special offer, Metroid Fusion for GBA to 5 (five) euro only. I bought it instantly. This game is very cool that sooner or later mastollerò .
(*) edit: remind me of the direction that the theory of animal-cloth was set to duet with the most gentle and Informissima Simon, who will be angry at the lack, and I will go to sleep in the garden.
For some reason the 645 in the morning and I decided to do a blog post. But is not that the brain is active. Hmmmm. Perhaps it will activate each one.
ways to eat eat sausage sti (I just discovered some deadkey: alt + u umlaut, circumflex Alt + I) are basically two: (1) make them into little pieces and you put up with them in the soup, broth type Chinese chicken (not chicken but it's your dog run away from home last week), or (2) cut them off and put them on bread, you put on bread and even that optimism sweet mustard brown.
clicking on the photo to see another with more details but more blue, which is also a pretzels, and of course hefeweiße (alt + s on osx) .
Top left a beer in a glass funny funny . I mean I do not remember much, it was a long time, if maybe she will pass Simona briefs. Ah, that day was my birthday, thanks
. 
Hence the theory that the modern German can not cook the meat, which is linked to the lack of napkins in bars . For us it is normal that there are many in the bar napkins to the public, it is normal to fuck, drink, eat, you clean. In Germany, no, it's a matter of culture and tradition . The ancient Germans were barbaric nomads used to being surrounded by game: dirt if you cleaned your nearest animal destined to become dinner for the evening. In doing so the flavor. That is why the meat does not know of anything: there is no more rude barbarian who rubs his beard on
before cooking. (*) 
and is not considered dishonorable! From there I learned that in the absence of the ancient warrior fat Swabian you clean your room before you know it you eat, soy sauce is a great alternative to flavor meat is tasteless. The
Cervellini of death continue to be good too heated, and in the absence the magic sauces the restaurant, you can use .. boh now I do not remember .. Hmmmm .. salcazzo, I have no idea. But it took me something.
Now, I had more shots of food, including falafel and perhaps type of sushi not remember exactly, but they are trapped nell'odiosissimo ™ handheld all in German that I was able to defeat even the most part of the time. Trapped in there there is also a video of Lo'oris opening the package Metroid Fusion.
Yes, I go on vacation, and I go to Mediaworld ( Mediamarkt here). Basically buyare for a keyboard, but to Argothia is still in good conditions. Yes, I have a German keyboard (paid about € 7 to 9), but use the set as the Italian. I also buyato Chiavinato a 2GB USB for 16 € (there were 10 € and from 1GB to 4GB to like 25 €). And then, well, special offer, Metroid Fusion for GBA to 5 (five) euro only. I bought it instantly. This game is very cool that sooner or later mastollerò .
(*) edit: remind me of the direction that the theory of animal-cloth was set to duet with the most gentle and Informissima Simon, who will be angry at the lack, and I will go to sleep in the garden.
Thursday, March 8, 2007
What Is The Healthiest Greek Yogurt
Vomit flavored dream of a broken orange
first confirm what many of you have already noticed: the server is down, tripped, and this because of the problems that telecom has salcazzo line. Hooray hooray for the nice read where users have no rights.
Yesterday I stuck in his mouth most disgusting thing ever experienced by me or anyone else. I know what you're thinking. It is not a part of the body. I walked down the street, around Tubingen, beautiful town that recalls the little villages in the mountains, All Casino German and downs Pavetta streets, beautiful architecture in the churches and a spectacular palace of the town. So that would walk the road alone, I missed the first corner, and I began to wander around at random. I was very disappointed not to have the camera, but make it up - at least one thing must be told immediately.
I can see one of those things there, we stick a coin, turn, and goes like a rubber ball, no? There. There are three, and one of them has nell'immaginina explanatory polyps fatal and very dangerous glacial cosmic beings. I do not I stop to read, do not check carefully, I just think "yes! I want!" and I put the 20 ¢. I open the thing, and disappointment comes out a kind of candy / salcazzo / cevingomma. I bring this thing into my mouth.
The taste is given to "Vomiting fizzy strawberry-flavored . But it's worse. Honestly, I remember the sensation of vomiting in his mouth, and this is much worse . Start the panic: I have to spit, I spit it out now! But I can not spit in the street, or get the gang of skinheads armed with Turkish cow that beats me. I find the sort of thing rumenta, I try to open it, but closed with a padlock . Panic panic schifoooo that! I ran into a garbage can finally working, I spit in his hand, and bam, finally discarded.
Ancient knights conquered great treasures struggling with less formidable foes. Last night I had dreams
Strambini. What I remember most clearly and is more isi to tell, is a procession of bad mmmm pots? Around a house. There was " Mister Orange", which is an orange fondamentlamente very tiny eyes, mouth and nose, and disproportionately long arms and legs. Mr. Orange did not agree, then take an egg evil hostage, threatens all that he would split his head, and leads him to crawl to the door. Type
comes the mother of the family is not happy, boh, and then instead of Mr. Orange the main character is a type, and instead of a jar holding a strange thing shines and probably radiative atomic, which is stolen from home. So the type run, and boh.
UPDATE: the telecoms have realized that the problem is caused by them, and they say that "solved by Saturday." We'll see ..
UPDATE 2 (03/10/2007): as you noted the telecoms are the children of Pope Joan and it will burn in hell with all suffering great pain, discomfort and terrible despair. However, I have planned two posts and a series of posts: (1) things I bought, (2) Swabian food, food and wine, (3) uanderful photos with important stories of explanation. Obviously if people are not interested, I will not post anything ..
first confirm what many of you have already noticed: the server is down, tripped, and this because of the problems that telecom has salcazzo line. Hooray hooray for the nice read where users have no rights.
Yesterday I stuck in his mouth most disgusting thing ever experienced by me or anyone else. I know what you're thinking. It is not a part of the body. I walked down the street, around Tubingen, beautiful town that recalls the little villages in the mountains, All Casino German and downs Pavetta streets, beautiful architecture in the churches and a spectacular palace of the town. So that would walk the road alone, I missed the first corner, and I began to wander around at random. I was very disappointed not to have the camera, but make it up - at least one thing must be told immediately.
I can see one of those things there, we stick a coin, turn, and goes like a rubber ball, no? There. There are three, and one of them has nell'immaginina explanatory polyps fatal and very dangerous glacial cosmic beings. I do not I stop to read, do not check carefully, I just think "yes! I want!" and I put the 20 ¢. I open the thing, and disappointment comes out a kind of candy / salcazzo / cevingomma. I bring this thing into my mouth.
The taste is given to "Vomiting fizzy strawberry-flavored . But it's worse. Honestly, I remember the sensation of vomiting in his mouth, and this is much worse . Start the panic: I have to spit, I spit it out now! But I can not spit in the street, or get the gang of skinheads armed with Turkish cow that beats me. I find the sort of thing rumenta, I try to open it, but closed with a padlock . Panic panic schifoooo that! I ran into a garbage can finally working, I spit in his hand, and bam, finally discarded.
Ancient knights conquered great treasures struggling with less formidable foes. Last night I had dreams
Strambini. What I remember most clearly and is more isi to tell, is a procession of bad mmmm pots? Around a house. There was " Mister Orange", which is an orange fondamentlamente very tiny eyes, mouth and nose, and disproportionately long arms and legs. Mr. Orange did not agree, then take an egg evil hostage, threatens all that he would split his head, and leads him to crawl to the door. Type
comes the mother of the family is not happy, boh, and then instead of Mr. Orange the main character is a type, and instead of a jar holding a strange thing shines and probably radiative atomic, which is stolen from home. So the type run, and boh.
UPDATE: the telecoms have realized that the problem is caused by them, and they say that "solved by Saturday." We'll see ..
UPDATE 2 (03/10/2007): as you noted the telecoms are the children of Pope Joan and it will burn in hell with all suffering great pain, discomfort and terrible despair. However, I have planned two posts and a series of posts: (1) things I bought, (2) Swabian food, food and wine, (3) uanderful photos with important stories of explanation. Obviously if people are not interested, I will not post anything ..
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Financial Accounting Libby
That pig: Würstelmania, the license plate of goblin
Switzerland funny. Not that I have stopped there, but passing through by train, you can still see many interesting things. Let's start with the customs : salt Italian financier, without dog, walk, or even look at the passengers, and descends. Some might wonder why, and I am among them: the aim was to give the impression that perhaps did not care to control, once you leave Italy, and then hard sgam when you come out? It would make sense. Might have had more sense at that point not even get on the train, so as to give the impression not to be there at all. But maybe that way the hypothetical dealer would have thought that the controls are , just not on all trains. So instead may think that the controls are always summary and then come back to isimente sgam.
In Switzerland, apparently, the license plates of cars are optional. On site, okay, for some reason do not, but maybe it's normal. But I also saw two or three cars pargheggiate or even outstanding, with no license plate. It makes little sense.
also around the streets there was virtually no one, and in some places there were benches placed of view-rail very unnecessary. Shortly before the Zurich there is a less known town called Zug (lol?), But despite the name buffoso, to see her in passing it seemed nice, I'd have to drop by. No customs
output. Evidently the Germans are good people, law-abiding and do not think about certain things. Or maybe something has changed and I escape.
Horb is a town Carucci, massed on a hillside, rail, roads Pavetta, and excellent kebabberia. Really good value with sauce, good meat, peppers and served with three of vegetables, crunchy. In Germany eating out is always cheaper than here, is full of pubs and restaurants, but there are almost tobacconists, so it's full of machines everywhere, and also sell cigarettes in restaurants and supermarkets, where between ' other smoking is allowed. That is, not in supermarkets. And pedestrians do not go with red. Even the cars passing a red light. That's funny.
Switzerland funny. Not that I have stopped there, but passing through by train, you can still see many interesting things. Let's start with the customs : salt Italian financier, without dog, walk, or even look at the passengers, and descends. Some might wonder why, and I am among them: the aim was to give the impression that perhaps did not care to control, once you leave Italy, and then hard sgam when you come out? It would make sense. Might have had more sense at that point not even get on the train, so as to give the impression not to be there at all. But maybe that way the hypothetical dealer would have thought that the controls are , just not on all trains. So instead may think that the controls are always summary and then come back to isimente sgam.
In Switzerland, apparently, the license plates of cars are optional. On site, okay, for some reason do not, but maybe it's normal. But I also saw two or three cars pargheggiate or even outstanding, with no license plate. It makes little sense.
also around the streets there was virtually no one, and in some places there were benches placed of view-rail very unnecessary. Shortly before the Zurich there is a less known town called Zug (lol?), But despite the name buffoso, to see her in passing it seemed nice, I'd have to drop by. No customs
output. Evidently the Germans are good people, law-abiding and do not think about certain things. Or maybe something has changed and I escape.
Horb is a town Carucci, massed on a hillside, rail, roads Pavetta, and excellent kebabberia. Really good value with sauce, good meat, peppers and served with three of vegetables, crunchy. In Germany eating out is always cheaper than here, is full of pubs and restaurants, but there are almost tobacconists, so it's full of machines everywhere, and also sell cigarettes in restaurants and supermarkets, where between ' other smoking is allowed. That is, not in supermarkets. And pedestrians do not go with red. Even the cars passing a red light. That's funny.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Repair Snowboard Laminate
financier of the genesis of the Goblin, or biologically Laplace
The Goblin is a creature of chaotic , likes to make casino, destroy things so stupid and very funny, and build complex contraptions for pleasure. Contraptions that perform functions more or less useful, but sooner or later explode loudly, so much fun. But how did the goblins? The first goblin is called Laplace certainly, I decided I at this time, but Laplace is not known, it is not like Adam, everyone knows who he is. No. Laplace did not know anybody, it is revered and respected, especially because until now no one knew of its existence.
I Nanin are organized in a rather neat, if we are Teutonic. Engaged in activities of engineering, to dig mines, build vast underground cities, full of tunnels. Planning wonderful inventions that make the world better. They love their beer and healthy carriers of a beard, male and female .
The monkeys live tribes in the wild, and their only purpose is to follow the most primal instincts of each animal, with the addition that cause great pleasure in doing casino indiscriminately, destroying property and undermining the foundations of the pre-established power. The king of the monkeys is never safe. It 'a very dangerous job to do the king of the monkeys. I do not think I would. Although - for how long - to be quite amusing.
So that one day of Nanin had the dubious idea of organizing a party alcohol in the forest . It 'been a party quite joyful and otherwise sober, like any self-respecting party, as each party dwarven . But the forest is inhabited by monkeys, it's their territory, their private domain of unchallenged, naïve, and sparkling stupidity.
Then the monkeys attacked . It happens that one of these cute little animals pelosille drink a little 'sound nanicissima beer, and his world changes. Improve . Time a few minutes and already the first ingravitato Nanino. Bearded, of course. The dwarfs, amazed by each other, understand what is the right thing to do, and begin to pour beer on monkeys, to feast with them, and covet their women. From this shaky orgy born in a short time of the happy creatures, usually green for some reason. I honestly do not know why Nanino and monkeys were genetically compatible, in fact I know: because it is more fun.
The people born in this way they obtained a mixture of ways of perceiving the world and live the life of the two mixed breeds which were created, and so were born the Goblin. The best of both worlds, some would say. Creatures lovers casino and destruction, with a passion for dangerous inventions. How nice to think these things through Golden Virginia, with Beck's.
The Goblin is a creature of chaotic , likes to make casino, destroy things so stupid and very funny, and build complex contraptions for pleasure. Contraptions that perform functions more or less useful, but sooner or later explode loudly, so much fun. But how did the goblins? The first goblin is called Laplace certainly, I decided I at this time, but Laplace is not known, it is not like Adam, everyone knows who he is. No. Laplace did not know anybody, it is revered and respected, especially because until now no one knew of its existence.
I Nanin are organized in a rather neat, if we are Teutonic. Engaged in activities of engineering, to dig mines, build vast underground cities, full of tunnels. Planning wonderful inventions that make the world better. They love their beer and healthy carriers of a beard, male and female .
The monkeys live tribes in the wild, and their only purpose is to follow the most primal instincts of each animal, with the addition that cause great pleasure in doing casino indiscriminately, destroying property and undermining the foundations of the pre-established power. The king of the monkeys is never safe. It 'a very dangerous job to do the king of the monkeys. I do not think I would. Although - for how long - to be quite amusing.
So that one day of Nanin had the dubious idea of organizing a party alcohol in the forest . It 'been a party quite joyful and otherwise sober, like any self-respecting party, as each party dwarven . But the forest is inhabited by monkeys, it's their territory, their private domain of unchallenged, naïve, and sparkling stupidity.
Then the monkeys attacked . It happens that one of these cute little animals pelosille drink a little 'sound nanicissima beer, and his world changes. Improve . Time a few minutes and already the first ingravitato Nanino. Bearded, of course. The dwarfs, amazed by each other, understand what is the right thing to do, and begin to pour beer on monkeys, to feast with them, and covet their women. From this shaky orgy born in a short time of the happy creatures, usually green for some reason. I honestly do not know why Nanino and monkeys were genetically compatible, in fact I know: because it is more fun.
The people born in this way they obtained a mixture of ways of perceiving the world and live the life of the two mixed breeds which were created, and so were born the Goblin. The best of both worlds, some would say. Creatures lovers casino and destruction, with a passion for dangerous inventions. How nice to think these things through Golden Virginia, with Beck's.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
My Right Upper Leg Hurts
Apples, oranges and dust
I nimbly towards orange Argothia up, my mac. The entire keyboard is covered with orange liquid into large pieces, no sugar added, but already has her sticky.
now in intensive care, where it will probably a few hours, waiting to be defibrillated and led, hopefully, back to life. All
nervous relatives waiting for the outcome of the iBook, which is still in danger list.
PS: until I get a new mac, I will use as little as possible is icq msn is because "Adium> all". I am always on gTalk, if you have not already, abbiatelo!
UPDATE!
The good news is that it turns on and seems to work.
The bad news is that it is inconceivable to use it without having to remove and clean, because many keys are absolutely spot-on, sticky, and more when they press out the smell of orange.
I nimbly towards orange Argothia up, my mac. The entire keyboard is covered with orange liquid into large pieces, no sugar added, but already has her sticky.
now in intensive care, where it will probably a few hours, waiting to be defibrillated and led, hopefully, back to life. All
nervous relatives waiting for the outcome of the iBook, which is still in danger list.
PS: until I get a new mac, I will use as little as possible is icq msn is because "Adium> all". I am always on gTalk, if you have not already, abbiatelo!
UPDATE!
The good news is that it turns on and seems to work.
The bad news is that it is inconceivable to use it without having to remove and clean, because many keys are absolutely spot-on, sticky, and more when they press out the smell of orange.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Can I Get Hpv From Waxing
Where were we rimascinque times, yes? Pixelated images on paper. Ecce homo homini
Genoa Brignole station Today I tried to buy an international ticket. Eventually I succeeded, but it was absolutely non-trivial task, which would transform any person who does not hold peace of the Buddha in a raging lunatic, and eager to eat their brains and others.
which also tells me that if one eats the brain does not feel bad because they do not own touch in there. I really do not want to do the test, and are a bit 'embarrassed at the idea.
ATM 6
I was with Pellyons and a friend with no nickname so I can not mention, they took their ticket counters at the event after his tail, and then I slipped I
ATM 4
I tail. It is important to note that I make the tail.
ATM 8
Hey the door 8 is closed! Let 7, by.
ATM 7
I once again the tail. The door is slow, and a chick is complaining that the door is slow, because there is another chick that are trying to do something for some time. The tail moves. The chick who complained is a bit 'casino and is in danger of missing the train, but it is interesting. Here comes my turn.
Customer
Again queue. Not too much, but it is the fourth time in line to do the same thing. It is not pretty.
manage to find the train, yes, here it works fine, I have no complaints, no. I think. I mean, aside from the railroad fat that I hear "April 30, 1945, a great loss for humanity" . Not exact words, the concept was. I just spoke of Mussolini. Instead he spoke of Hitler. Even in Germany the trains arrived on time? Here we come again, I know, eh. Just to point out.
ATM 8
Oh, he thinks, have just opened and there is no queue. Can we make the ticket. In ten minutes or so, I'd say. Oh, yes, because the door was not enabled and the way he went after the Zurich to do "there." And the lady in line behind me moved to the next row, stealing the way to a man, rightly angry. Also wanted to be right. Mah
least gave me a discount for \u0026lt;26 years.
Genoa Brignole station Today I tried to buy an international ticket. Eventually I succeeded, but it was absolutely non-trivial task, which would transform any person who does not hold peace of the Buddha in a raging lunatic, and eager to eat their brains and others.
which also tells me that if one eats the brain does not feel bad because they do not own touch in there. I really do not want to do the test, and are a bit 'embarrassed at the idea.
ATM 6
I was with Pellyons and a friend with no nickname so I can not mention, they took their ticket counters at the event after his tail, and then I slipped I
"You can do international business?"
"Eh, you should go to the door 4, but see"
(a few minutes of negotiations)
"No, no, go to the door shines 4"
"k"
"Eh, you should go to the door 4, but see"
(a few minutes of negotiations)
"No, no, go to the door shines 4"
"k"
ATM 4
I tail. It is important to note that I make the tail.
"Should I make a ticket for Horb, Germany"
"mmmh"
"mh?"
"Let's see ..."
Crush random keys and imitating a monkey. No not really happen but it would be nice.
"No, I can not, you have to go over the counter 8"
But. .. But no, Lorenzo, not thinking. You are in a station, you've worked, you know how it works. Not a stupid soldier Gallico crushed by the Romans. Quiet, and do as they say.
"Ok"
"mmmh"
"mh?"
"Let's see ..."
Crush random keys and imitating a monkey. No not really happen but it would be nice.
"No, I can not, you have to go over the counter 8"
But. .. But no, Lorenzo, not thinking. You are in a station, you've worked, you know how it works. Not a stupid soldier Gallico crushed by the Romans. Quiet, and do as they say.
"Ok"
ATM 8
Hey the door 8 is closed! Let 7, by.
ATM 7
I once again the tail. The door is slow, and a chick is complaining that the door is slow, because there is another chick that are trying to do something for some time. The tail moves. The chick who complained is a bit 'casino and is in danger of missing the train, but it is interesting. Here comes my turn.
"Horb, Germany"
"Hmmm"
"..."
"is that you should go for this one at the counter"
I'm not kidding. It really happened. I am a very patient person.
"I have sent from 6 to 4, 4 and they sent me here"
"Ah. You have not enabled .. I'm going to ask for a moment." Skip
not too long.
"Follow me beyond"
It makes me a sign through the glass, we head next door 1.
speak at a safe distance with a guy that probably was the shift manager. I explained politely (not true) I need to know exactly what train to take, because they find it hard to calculate. He invites me to go to customer support. "Hmmm"
"..."
"is that you should go for this one at the counter"
I'm not kidding. It really happened. I am a very patient person.
"I have sent from 6 to 4, 4 and they sent me here"
"Ah. You have not enabled .. I'm going to ask for a moment." Skip
not too long.
"Follow me beyond"
It makes me a sign through the glass, we head next door 1.
Customer
Again queue. Not too much, but it is the fourth time in line to do the same thing. It is not pretty.
manage to find the train, yes, here it works fine, I have no complaints, no. I think. I mean, aside from the railroad fat that I hear "April 30, 1945, a great loss for humanity" . Not exact words, the concept was. I just spoke of Mussolini. Instead he spoke of Hitler. Even in Germany the trains arrived on time? Here we come again, I know, eh. Just to point out.
ATM 8
Oh, he thinks, have just opened and there is no queue. Can we make the ticket. In ten minutes or so, I'd say. Oh, yes, because the door was not enabled and the way he went after the Zurich to do "there." And the lady in line behind me moved to the next row, stealing the way to a man, rightly angry. Also wanted to be right. Mah
least gave me a discount for \u0026lt;26 years.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Introduction Letters For New Salon And Service
Lupis in fabula rasa
Truth or Freedom?
is a question of speculation, mind you, a bit 'utopian if we . But it is an important question. Those who prefer to have the truth at the risk of silencing voices as possible right? Those who prefer to give all the freedom possible, the cost of being inundated by a tidal wave of bullshit and falsehood?
I have a strong sense of honor, justice, and for me the truth is essential. They are ideally dictatorial, and I see democracy as nothing but a dictatorship of the majority - but still a dictatorship is always , disguised as "good for everyone." Obviously it is a failure in this aspect, since on average I believe that few people are happy that the previous government, say a dozen years.
So this "democracy" only works if the governors are good and try to do good instead of taking advantage ... but oh, not the dictatorial regimes are different, the principle is the same: if the dictator is "enlightened", great, otherwise, very bad.
And then I wonder how did the concept of dozen. To whom it may be occurred to me that it is useful to measure things in multiples of 12? We do not have 12 fingers, do not count in base 12, there is no natural 12 in any area of our lives, and even 12-sided die is one of those used less frequently. Ok packs of eggs are from 6, but I think it is a case or not?
change the subject, talking about the blog. The blog, you know, it is merely an expression of ego author to the world Internet users of its readers. And, as much as a paper publication in the print run is to give meaningful data regarding the success, the best way to measure interest in a blog is the feedback, the quantity and quality of feedback received . If a number of my post can get a dozen comments galvanized me, and go forward, if two posts in a row does not get any, I stop it in time inteterminato .........
Truth or Freedom?
is a question of speculation, mind you, a bit 'utopian if we . But it is an important question. Those who prefer to have the truth at the risk of silencing voices as possible right? Those who prefer to give all the freedom possible, the cost of being inundated by a tidal wave of bullshit and falsehood?
I have a strong sense of honor, justice, and for me the truth is essential. They are ideally dictatorial, and I see democracy as nothing but a dictatorship of the majority - but still a dictatorship is always , disguised as "good for everyone." Obviously it is a failure in this aspect, since on average I believe that few people are happy that the previous government, say a dozen years.
So this "democracy" only works if the governors are good and try to do good instead of taking advantage ... but oh, not the dictatorial regimes are different, the principle is the same: if the dictator is "enlightened", great, otherwise, very bad.
And then I wonder how did the concept of dozen. To whom it may be occurred to me that it is useful to measure things in multiples of 12? We do not have 12 fingers, do not count in base 12, there is no natural 12 in any area of our lives, and even 12-sided die is one of those used less frequently. Ok packs of eggs are from 6, but I think it is a case or not?
change the subject, talking about the blog. The blog, you know, it is merely an expression of ego author to the world Internet users of its readers. And, as much as a paper publication in the print run is to give meaningful data regarding the success, the best way to measure interest in a blog is the feedback, the quantity and quality of feedback received . If a number of my post can get a dozen comments galvanized me, and go forward, if two posts in a row does not get any, I stop it in time inteterminato .........
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Local Gay Cruz Spots Jacksonville
The elfetto that stores the Nanino under rocks
Thursday night I inflated an indispensable with beer and Ballantines with Ema, and went to sleep for 3 or just before. At about 8 am I called to ask me if I wanted Moses to go to work "now," task: move files and sort of insurance. Well, it's a bit 'I'm looking for work, I found a way to get up and go on the spot.
So I worked there on Friday and Saturday, in the end I was very tired, also because reorder twenty-four thousand practices is not a relaxing job. But the nice thing is that it is pointless , all of the archive, kept a quantity of paper for idiots bureaucratic reasons, completely unnecessary, costly indeed. Why of course, are all available in the database, and of course if one uses leggersela, did not try to be sure the archive, but if you print a copy . Yet, if I understand it, are by law obliged to keep a paper file (why?), And all the old practices that we have put in more than 80 boxes ordered, will end up in a remote warehouse, never to be more open by anyone as long as they are not directly sent through the shredder. Madness. However
arrives on Saturday night, I ran home to get ready, take your car and head to board, turn the heating , and I am a friend of mine to take to take me to his birthday dinner. The next day (today) I wake up cold and I find that in fact I was not able to use the heating
. And my clothes smell like fried food. I do not know why, go to a pizzeria that is also a brewery, and clothes reek of fried. Boh? However, I take this opportunity to thank my friend a small black for me terrified telling his nightmare. Better than most horror of things I've ever seen read or heard, if I write it somewhere, sooner or later ...
Today I have been to the cinema to Rapallo, to see an interesting documentary about fruit flies . Stra-recommended to all. But now lodatemi and offer me the gift of your girlfriends, sisters and cousins.
Thursday night I inflated an indispensable with beer and Ballantines with Ema, and went to sleep for 3 or just before. At about 8 am I called to ask me if I wanted Moses to go to work "now," task: move files and sort of insurance. Well, it's a bit 'I'm looking for work, I found a way to get up and go on the spot.
So I worked there on Friday and Saturday, in the end I was very tired, also because reorder twenty-four thousand practices is not a relaxing job. But the nice thing is that it is pointless , all of the archive, kept a quantity of paper for idiots bureaucratic reasons, completely unnecessary, costly indeed. Why of course, are all available in the database, and of course if one uses leggersela, did not try to be sure the archive, but if you print a copy . Yet, if I understand it, are by law obliged to keep a paper file (why?), And all the old practices that we have put in more than 80 boxes ordered, will end up in a remote warehouse, never to be more open by anyone as long as they are not directly sent through the shredder. Madness. However
arrives on Saturday night, I ran home to get ready, take your car and head to board, turn the heating , and I am a friend of mine to take to take me to his birthday dinner. The next day (today) I wake up cold and I find that in fact I was not able to use the heating
. And my clothes smell like fried food. I do not know why, go to a pizzeria that is also a brewery, and clothes reek of fried. Boh? However, I take this opportunity to thank my friend a small black for me terrified telling his nightmare. Better than most horror of things I've ever seen read or heard, if I write it somewhere, sooner or later ... Today I have been to the cinema to Rapallo, to see an interesting documentary about fruit flies . Stra-recommended to all. But now lodatemi and offer me the gift of your girlfriends, sisters and cousins.
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Paris Kennedy Full Vids
The smoke clouds the storm, the storm dispersed the smoke, roast wet is not good
It's fun to shoot the red cross . They fall easily, one by one, pum pum pum, then run fast towards them, their band rips them apart, and you keep them as trophies. That's what makes those of "The Black Arrow ," a group of soldiers as a hobby, not affiliated with anyone who sneak on a whim in the middle of battles, whose sole purpose is this. As if it were a hunting . Funny and dangerous. Stupid maybe. But it takes skill, great ability to get involved in a war and do something disturbing with respect to both sides. That is why they are so few, and that is why, well, do not exist.
are yet another figment of my mind diverted, exit out for some reason not well defined, more vague association of ideas, here there is no association, there is only a free mind to shoot shit, and the means to express them. because nobody likes to roast wet, it's a bit 'suck, not good. He knows ... boh, roast wet.
Before I came to mind title. I was smoking, hence the smoke. The storm did not know how it slipped, and well, the roast is natural. So I decided that regardless of I should write something with this title, and this is the result. I could write a story about the black arrow. Should I . Maybe I will. However, the logo is cool: a white arrow on a black background. The fact that the arrow itself is not black is a plus point, something that gives to think, suggests, creates doubt and makes people talk.
During the Second World War in Europe between axis and allies, there was a kind of tacit agreement more than one thing among gentlemen, a mechanism for mutual benefit . Vaguely akin to the Cold War arms race, not shooting the doctors. The Japanese prime objective but considered them, were one of their main targets, were considered dangerous. Thus, after a short time, those who fought against the Japs no longer wore the band that distinguished them. Two completely different mentality, and both make sense in their own way.
is interesting.
It's fun to shoot the red cross . They fall easily, one by one, pum pum pum, then run fast towards them, their band rips them apart, and you keep them as trophies. That's what makes those of "The Black Arrow ," a group of soldiers as a hobby, not affiliated with anyone who sneak on a whim in the middle of battles, whose sole purpose is this. As if it were a hunting . Funny and dangerous. Stupid maybe. But it takes skill, great ability to get involved in a war and do something disturbing with respect to both sides. That is why they are so few, and that is why, well, do not exist.
are yet another figment of my mind diverted, exit out for some reason not well defined, more vague association of ideas, here there is no association, there is only a free mind to shoot shit, and the means to express them. because nobody likes to roast wet, it's a bit 'suck, not good. He knows ... boh, roast wet.
Before I came to mind title. I was smoking, hence the smoke. The storm did not know how it slipped, and well, the roast is natural. So I decided that regardless of I should write something with this title, and this is the result. I could write a story about the black arrow. Should I . Maybe I will. However, the logo is cool: a white arrow on a black background. The fact that the arrow itself is not black is a plus point, something that gives to think, suggests, creates doubt and makes people talk. During the Second World War in Europe between axis and allies, there was a kind of tacit agreement more than one thing among gentlemen, a mechanism for mutual benefit . Vaguely akin to the Cold War arms race, not shooting the doctors. The Japanese prime objective but considered them, were one of their main targets, were considered dangerous. Thus, after a short time, those who fought against the Japs no longer wore the band that distinguished them. Two completely different mentality, and both make sense in their own way.
is interesting.
Monday, February 5, 2007
Beldray Steam Mop Pads
Pasticciottino Biru Biru prrrrrr
I was in the living room, and I was comfortably burning files to a DVD via NFS, connected via wireless, when I stumble in the power cord, turning it off. "I" does not refer either to the living room, nor the power cord, nor to Looris. Why has this happened?
because I was going to wash your face, as my gentle mother figure had brought me hot milk with honey, which I thought good to drink with the agility of the vampire : sporcommi honey whole hand and half his cheek. Honestly I do not know how it happened, those are things that just happens. I thought it was important to let you know.
I was in the living room, and I was comfortably burning files to a DVD via NFS, connected via wireless, when I stumble in the power cord, turning it off. "I" does not refer either to the living room, nor the power cord, nor to Looris. Why has this happened?
because I was going to wash your face, as my gentle mother figure had brought me hot milk with honey, which I thought good to drink with the agility of the vampire : sporcommi honey whole hand and half his cheek. Honestly I do not know how it happened, those are things that just happens. I thought it was important to let you know.
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