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.