surrenders activities well underway with highly selected clientele Abramovich wants to buy Kaka. Galliani wants Ronaldinho at all costs. Moratti has optioned Gerrard, Lampard, Messi, E'to, Drogba and Ibrahimovic, when they told her that Ibrahimovic had already said "fuck cares, I fired him and the covers, we are not here to do the bums." The Sensi has promised to make every effort to buy Bistroccheri, midfielder of forty Lumezzane.
None of them, for reasons I can not understand even after a careful reading of all the horoscopes available, is the least considered buying my shop. Yet it would cause.
My parents, when they acquired this property, they did not know that the walls are based on only half of the ground, the other half is on a fault line opened up for multi-dimensional reality in parallel with uniqueness: to be inhabited only by morons. It 'the only plausible explanation that I find appalling the attendance of imbeciles to which I am forced to daily.
The last little while ago.
I do not know if you have this Remotti Remo, actor, poet and fancazzista (anzianotto the guy with white beard that appears in almost every film Moretti, banalizante description that I hope will never read because the believe is a fucking genius), here, comes a guy who looks like him much, not him, but he recalls. It stinks. I'm not sure Remotti stinks, although I do not know why, it gives me that feeling, smell is a sign of nonconformity, the time for me to be strange enough to get the Kefia or listen to jazz, now Kefia puts it well for Silvio Banana hide the latest hair transplantation. However, this stinks. Dress well, even with a certain style. Dovendolo describe a retired teacher would say: corduroy pants, shirt, jacket with patches on the elbows, floppy hat.
"Hello" - me - "we do not know and I tell her now, I will not buy anything but this morning, the gray you want the excitement for the infamous expulsion of yesterday's Mexes evening (
me turn my balls as if they sync to the relationship of a pair of Ferrari's spare car, I have not slept all night, I gave the Bash at the table of his umpteenth Mauro, sketch, and he is upset ) I feel strangely alone. I stop here a few minutes from her. "
Oggesùgiuseppeemmariasietelasalvezzadellanimamia, Sergio is not enough that s got a dick to do and come here, was not enough Salvatore, a lawyer precarious that 's got a dick to do and here is the Sora Lea with her husband who is lured here every time I do not take it anymore I'm open door was not enough, Andrea machine that changes once a month and must venirmele to show all the time not caring that to me, machines, never give a fuck, as evidenced by the Ford Fiesta pulciosa, filthy, never cleaned and all flyers let me put on the windscreen as a kind of carpet, Claudio past with schizophrenia that is why does not want to go alone at the bar and all the others, many who are, stop and do not buy a saw, now we want that too.
throw in the casino.
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depends, as I have heard around a strict door policy. I'm sorry but now I finished the paper in the admission test, if you feel like groped his luck with the oral or put off until tomorrow?"
eyes smirking slightly. I fucked up, this is not me taken down by half over.
"I thought today was just gymnastics and then I did not study religion, also yesterday I had to accompany her aunt and grandmother died in the hospital for the third time this month, the dog ate my Perilli diary with tasks and in any event , I've got the justification of mom and dad does the same if I start reading the newspaper on a washing machine? "
impression on the retired professor had to be just, and one who has years of absurd excuses in my ears I can not compete.
Have you read The Republic and for half an hour, to my great satisfaction, has not commented on any of the reports of crime but the only comments made were directed more to himself than to me, talking to yourself when you're really just seems silly, if you do it in a room where there are other people is definitely passable. Twice the sun has requested my assistance in response to a time for complacency as well as the French have chosen a perfect fool as the highest political office and an opinion on the counter-programming Sanremo.
I was greeted with a "goodbye" who knew so much mark the territory and knows it is gone.
I have to close shop and put a kiosk "Psychiatric Help" - The Doctor Is In. "