My kingdom for a point
not know about you, but I now I leave here, I got in as many dealers as possible and covers all the Fiat available piazza.
essential to ensure a rich and prosperous future for the new arrival home Elkann. Already
are a child of a named Jaki, you're the grandson of a man called Lapo (and not a Lapo any but that Lapo there, what has changed for future generations the very concept of figure shit, as he said Casalino ) and son of Lavinia.
But I have called OCEAN.
I mean, this is featherless and helpless, they called Ocean Elkann.
Gentlemen, we must invest all our savings in shares of Fiat, you buy bonds of the Turin, begin to cheer for Juve (abandoned all your prejudices and repeat after me: Nedved is sweeter than the puppet of Coccolino , is a gentleman Trezeguet, Del Piero has an insatiable bird ), our Ford scrapped that, although walking is also attached with spit and scotch is not even worth half of a Fiat, which stops even if the sky is cloudy.
Ocean Elkann must, must, need to live in a world where the count on the money and will continue to count more than him, when his bank credit to the many precede statements. Only then can it grow while maintaining a minimum of self-love and restraint towards the human race.
You just try to think about it if I'm boy and his family of merry pranksters should fall from grace. If I were to attend the 2nd baby B of the Elementary School "Roberto Pruzzo" Garbatella. And where it ends with a name like Ocean? Two weeks time and this is only grambiulino hung one of the bathrooms or in the unlikely case that the little sci-fi Ocean survives in elementary school as a safe and reliable lifting of Marzotto, grow up to become the most dangerous serial killer Italian. Abandon
stupid selfishness and class struggles.
Save Ocean.
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