I Punched Something Now My Hand Really Hurts

I knew it ended and when I know, I know.
I have delivered about a week ago, the new Krups espresso, those who advertise in an absurd way and the gay name Dolce Gusto (me, if it was for me, I'd call it an espresso machine Porco Pleasure, or sell a cartload although most customers mistake it for the new model of Innestor Siffredi 2000). As I saw them I said No, do not bring it home, much better than not.
I did not come to terms with free thought.
freedom of thought and freely express what my wife, with whom you can speak freely, talk freely, freely to reach a joint decision, then she is free to fuck as he pleases.
He decided to make myself a birthday present, at least nice to me because I pay him to 60 months late, but I preferred when she gave me a book.
I did not want to take it home because I knew how it would end.
I do not drink. I quit smoking. A defect is also admitted to the FBI. I drink gallons of coffee, on average, without exaggeration, ranging from ten to fifteen coffee per day.
Does it hurt? Sticazzi. I'm sick and I do not want to do without, those rare times that you went on vacation, I first put on the coffee maker you are, then I think of the girls. Once we went to dinner with a friend, pilot alitalia. I am a vegetarian but not rompicazzo in the sense that if I'm paying attention to everything I cook, if I go to dinner with someone and this convinced to do good, I prepare pasta cream and tuna, I eat a smile and thank you for thinking, for coffee, I become an idiot. At the end of the evening shows bibitone American "we prefer this, it has a softer taste." Panico. If you want something soft, put a pillow in the fucking bravosimac, add milk and barley water and beviti that! Coffee and soft are two concepts that are doing well in the same sentence as much as Himmler and Care Bears, fuck! Duno joke and I thought, with an excuse, I went into their kitchen to rummage through the cupboards, I really did not have a mocha, I would be satisfied even one of those aluminum. Nothing. Moral of the story, after the third pot of broth that the caffeine started to look at this lily and the evening was completed rapidly.
Now I have an espresso machine pods that in 30 seconds (THIRTY SECONDS! Heaven!) Is a coffee, well bono.
I came to get me coffee in secret, fuck the big money to do that well Nestle (once I was a believer in these things, boycotts jaffa, Nestlé, I have also boycotted the Gauloises, when smoked, because of French nuclear testing cock, well, I brought a shortfall of cash, except for the fees of two hundred and eighty thousand pounds, their dividends are reduced by a percentage paperondepaperoniana. and I to smoke stuff. I said, now the sweet lady I rationalized the waffles, but I've bought and I have a reserve of hidden secret. ahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhaa (frankenstainiana Laughter)!

Someone hides cigarettes rubrichetta who hides the phone with the numbers of enthusiasts, who hides a lace garter. I
coffee pods.

When Will The Tahoe Body Style Change

A face, a race

Shop, Internal evening. The first shadows of night descended, some becoming even worse, on the sleeping city.
The phone rings. My wife in tears. Ossignore GesùGiuseppeeMMaria (salvation of my soul) there he was, something happened. The mind is divided equally between those who want to silence the cry tears of grieving wife telefonante and those who think it is better to speak quietly to calm her down and get an explanation.
The former inchiappettano happily second that, talking quietly to each other, silently muttering .
"WHICH IS 'SUCCESS?!? HOW ARE THE GIRLS?!? STAY CALM NOW ARRIVING!
suddenly calm. She exclaims, sounding even slightly affected, something like what women do after that you've guessed the answer to "see me lose weight?"
"Hey, calm, what the heck you screaming?"
would wonder what the hell you crying on the phone then you remember the Pocket Nuvenia you saw coming out and coming in Defcon 2. If you talk like that is just because it's not because he is scared bitch and then you calm down.
"What happened to love?" (L 'love is clearly an addition made the last second because only after ten years of marriage you have also learned a little something)
starts to bark. "They took Irene kindergarten BWAAAAHHHHH !!!!" The latter phrase is intended
institutions school of this village of crap where we live have finally found a place for our daughter's nursery, you probably have resolved to put bunk beds or do lesson in the parking lot, however, from tomorrow, finally, the child goes to kindergarten.
Needless to say, until this morning, the subject was treated in terms it is not possible in this shitty little town where we live there is a waiting list for children of asylum, they do not know how important socialization and pitipim and patapam (the latter is not pronounced but, hey, I'll explain everything to stay there mica).

I now expect an evening of tears and blood because now ask whether it is possible move the date of entry of at least 15 days to accustom the child to the glasses (in the genetic roulette has caught the eyes of my father, fuck) and I do not agree, then there will be discussed. Then I remember the Nuvenia and everything will be resolved.

all the same.
Now I understand why my dad chuckling on my marriage.

Coworker Wedding Card

Oh Mother

I just finished a big sale, paid almost entirely in cash.
As soon as the customer came out I opened the cash register, taken over all € 100 notes, and I fanned. I found myself saying "how beautiful the money, my mom how beautiful, they also feel a strange desire to sniff. I worry
I fix everything or buying a tuba and a blue frock? Let us also that I could not avoid a face like a knife when, a few days ago, my wife has "squandered" the money to buy three pairs of jeans yesterday and I ran away, trying not to look at the offer of the Puma to 29 , 90 by launching a dumb smile on my Timberland five years ago with a hint of a hole in the sole thinking "stand up to big, I do not need more."
Oh, Mom.

Lion Dance Trophy For Sale

No man is an island is bullshit. I am the Asinara. Next

raining today. The rain, it is known, attracts clichés, things that go by the ever-present "it is raining, thief government" spoken by one who has complained of the lack of speed that had a navigator who had sold him the camera's signal when it exceeds i 180. The clichés come to the evergreen "rain is good for the earth," theological truth expressed by a local building speculators that moves simultaneously with two SUVs, one for each foot. It must be said that the most popular sites is common, however, my shop, where, moreover, when it rains it becomes a collection of forgotten by God and the people who take advantage of the situation like vultures coming at 5 pm and taken down until closing, "where I go, it rains," behold, my joy, my beautiful love holy treasure of my eye very reason for my existence in life, when you left home to come here to poison your life, it was raining the same. So how could you explain that you've caught the rain to come to me asking me "but if I one day away, eh, I should ever decide to make the Sky subscription, do you think that promotion could there be?".
truer than true.
"Look Sergio (the most usual of usual) take me off guard because my wife has run resumed the crystal ball to lose in the goldfish and now I can not find those on hand from 2:00 to 3:00 roosters slaughtered necessary to my usual browsing the future, but if you give me a dozen bones, possibly yours, can I fix it and tell you even now. "
The bad thing is that all of my regulars have become predictable, they're all at the same time, and they hate each other deeply. I think I needed (in their own way they are, they are indispensable because it can be a possum hanging from a genital piecing) bicker among themselves, thinking that others are impostors or take advantage of my time. I find myself in the paradoxical situation of having a person sitting in the middle of the store with a newspaper open to a fight with another sitting on the shelves of the display case in the arrangement of intent sheets pulled from all budgets allowed by her attire, which in turn insults a heavily third to the forbidden dream become my shadow as I do not moves in more than forty inches from where I am.
And not even all.
missing young lawyer who strappacazzi I must tell the whole storyline of Spider-Man since the days of Lee / Ditko today, preaches to me that I did not read comic books as if I knew them by heart (no use in my "do not know / I have not read / I have not the slightest idea what the fuck are you saying / why do not you Autodafé ritual with your entire collection of Giant Devil?), lacking the alien, a guy who after a stroke speaks a language incomprehensible and, as I try I can not understand a saw what he says does not want to write and always shows different things but mostly missing Don Tonino, what has always been a working unit that does not work "The DVD does not read" the attack and it works. The TV not be seen, the attack and it works. The portable cd you hear boom, the attack and feels. His wife is the shit that sells all that stuff broken.
Why does it rain?
Now, right now, I'm writing out of desperation in all this humanity around. Do
hello to Herman (the shadow) is that now I also been looking over their shoulders.