Post Shower Dizziness

ep. 23 from the customer.

The author of this episode is Princess Leia

Driven by youthful friend and I find myself ungrateful visitor passes through the magical night of our historical center. Dressed as a seal of a marriage can not mask my discomfort, perhaps unjustified but still crystal clear. The heels worn compulsorily for "slender figure 'are planted in each hole and the series creative" pay homage to the take-off and dangles her against her tits and all that is around. Reduced in an almost hypnotic with a stupid smile without having received any illicit drug, but not legally be driven by the currents I and I follow the steady stream of words that connects the mouth like a string of Amanda on my right ear and the left Enchanted is the meeting of the Communist Party of workers cross the first hour. Someone had shouted "you have a worker only way to change your life: to return to the unity of your class and to tear the petty bourgeois political and unfortunate. " Meanwhile the nth hole stranded by my heels a rat from the underground blasphemy.
Here we arrive at the famous local "in" both of which I had spoken. I realize why we are still around me and we are all stuck too tanned tattooed male and female seminude attroiate too. It is in line to enter. I wonder if there will be queues for the afterlife cross thresholds that will determine our stay afterlife. I think in this case I'm not mad because they should not be easy to handle such traffic. I see a big man at the end of the line in obvious iperproteinizzato hormonal crisis in care of the check. It will be he who will judge me for now, here in this life of hardship and cotillions. I wonder if you notice in my disguise as a seal and if so whether this would affect my entrance. I also wonder how he lives his apparent lack of proportion, if you have ever thought of a graft surgery silicone cushions in the calves and thighs and feet. I wonder how much silicone implicit surround me in a flash and then I went into a menchenonsidica and walk on the lovely wooden bridge yacht type. I look back and say goodbye to the middle-aged man, to thank him for turning a blind eye to that kind of gore that I hung around his neck, but the current is strong and determined, the players and the tissues are excited, we're going to make our entrance to our villa on the sea, not at Charterhouse, we all feel beautiful rather cool, even figs and so on and on and so throws.
After the bridge over the time Naomi Campbell. I feel the flab around again in tune with my body. Here I am. They are the Lalla. They are the star wars bar

It's true. It is definitely on. All very campari. Implied sex. Abstinence high. Music core trans-gender. But despite looking out around me I can not help but feel a bad inside the dark end of the intestine goes quickly to the first cervical vertebra. I fainted. Policies must have been civilians. The journey from
standing to mother earth is slow and muffled. All around, a blender of colors swallows all the teeth of young smiling sweaty and then overwhelms me. Tump. ...
I wake up with an average pain in the right shoulder, the left one is still asleep. They slumped behind the DJ console with helmets airbrushed a big hairy dog \u200b\u200blicks my face and someone stole my mussels from the neck. Amanda dancing barefoot like Janis Joplin, the audience looks at her incredulously. I try to get up but I am surprised an effort. I realize that a bad smell is bothering my stomach is empty. It's stinks. Precisely the smell of sulfur.
I surrender to gravity and from my point of view I look at the ground dj. Skinny skinny with more cuffioni older than he moves his head like those furry kittens that were put on the rear window in the 70's. With your hands squeeze buttons raise and lower levers seem to work on cold fusion. The music core gender often this effect. Leather sandals, shorts Nepalese, black t shirt. The public seems not to appreciate his sound universe. Maybe they did not understand maybe you can not understand, however, he seems out of the room, does not seem to belong to anyone. Maverick? (How?) Bho. Yet I seem to have known him, "maybe in another life I think. The smell of sulfur is heavy. To get up and do a big hand with long nails and big ring materializes in front of me. It belongs to a gentleman distinguished in white. It seems the king of pimps final. While I spend another nanosecond to decide whether or not to cling to him, are already up, the nausea has passed and I feel a strange creeping into his underwear. As soon as I figure out who and what, I'm going through the room behind his big white jacket like a magnet skating and ten nanoseconds lascivious find myself nose-nose with him hanging on the bar counter.
"Do not worry about the pants is a side effect. I just want to enjoy drinks. I love your dress seal "I'm lost. It's a bit 'too accustomed to looking for a nanny sos. All my certainties broke up and scramble with a paper flag in a glass of godfather.

"A lemonade for my friend." The bartender serves me right away. I lift my eyes looking complicity, I wonder if the bartender has strange powers of evil on two legs ... but I would not say it does not seem to understand. "Thank Erotica" I get so without thinking. Past lives? Pleasant fun dangerous past lives. Now I have not given up trying to find a meaning to everything that's happening to me and let me devour a deadly circle in the head, everything is hazy, I realize that it is time to go home and who are willing to go there crawling and, indeed, would be a good opportunity to apologize to the mice. I leave the bar and dangling try but I find Amanda Only his shoes. Here I am on the catwalk on the contrary, now I get to the mainland that stops by here I do not think so. The black sea around seems cocacola flat. From a small boat a few meters away someone is calling me, now I expect the worst. Amanda is in a nutshell that says "sooner or later come back," his sly smile I recognize from a distance, you clung to a freak, with all due respect, those who do not see around anymore, with hair Long a symbol of peace on the shirt. The launch of the shoes completely wrong path. The longhair off the boat, walks on water and collected one by one. Amanda gives me a look that with the right amplification would sounded like "You got it, boy?". Ok. Where is the spaceship? The beams of light, the horses of the apocalypse, and raise the dead and the big job? And 'maybe interplanetary fucking candid camera? You're laughing little green men fucking stinking vomit foam? You feel better just because you do not go to the stadium and you move into space in those tortillas ultra luminescent design? Do you know why no one can ever take a decent picture of dick? Why are you bad like the f ...
"Miss not do so, look, someone has found her necklace I remember having avergliela neck. You must be a very creative woman. "I never decided to try a lot of joy at seeing the lord doped entry, you never stop gaining weight. Having chatted amiably while I slept, with a strong arm that I do not know whether to attribute the momentum of affection or excessive sclerosis fatigue, my new friend threw me smiling inside a taxi. "Is over," I think without believing too much. ****

Post Shower Dizziness

ep. 23 from the customer.

The author of this episode is Princess Leia

Driven by youthful friend and I find myself ungrateful visitor passes through the magical night of our historical center. Dressed as a seal of a marriage can not mask my discomfort, perhaps unjustified but still crystal clear. The heels worn compulsorily for "slender figure 'are planted in each hole and the series creative" pay homage to the take-off and dangles her against her tits and all that is around. Reduced in an almost hypnotic with a stupid smile without having received any illicit drug, but not legally be driven by the currents I and I follow the steady stream of words that connects the mouth like a string of Amanda on my right ear and the left Enchanted is the meeting of the Communist Party of workers cross the first hour. Someone had shouted "you have a worker only way to change your life: to return to the unity of your class and to tear the petty bourgeois political and unfortunate. " Meanwhile the nth hole stranded by my heels a rat from the underground blasphemy.
Here we arrive at the famous local "in" both of which I had spoken. I realize why we are still around me and we are all stuck too tanned tattooed male and female seminude attroiate too. It is in line to enter. I wonder if there will be queues for the afterlife cross thresholds that will determine our stay afterlife. I think in this case I'm not mad because they should not be easy to handle such traffic. I see a big man at the end of the line in obvious iperproteinizzato hormonal crisis in care of the check. It will be he who will judge me for now, here in this life of hardship and cotillions. I wonder if you notice in my disguise as a seal and if so whether this would affect my entrance. I also wonder how he lives his apparent lack of proportion, if you have ever thought of a graft surgery silicone cushions in the calves and thighs and feet. I wonder how much silicone implicit surround me in a flash and then I went into a menchenonsidica and walk on the lovely wooden bridge yacht type. I look back and say goodbye to the middle-aged man, to thank him for turning a blind eye to that kind of gore that I hung around his neck, but the current is strong and determined, the players and the tissues are excited, we're going to make our entrance to our villa on the sea, not at Charterhouse, we all feel beautiful rather cool, even figs and so on and on and so throws.
After the bridge over the time Naomi Campbell. I feel the flab around again in tune with my body. Here I am. They are the Lalla. They are the star wars bar

It's true. It is definitely on. All very campari. Implied sex. Abstinence high. Music core trans-gender. But despite looking out around me I can not help but feel a bad inside the dark end of the intestine goes quickly to the first cervical vertebra. I fainted. Policies must have been civilians. The journey from
standing to mother earth is slow and muffled. All around, a blender of colors swallows all the teeth of young smiling sweaty and then overwhelms me. Tump. ...
I wake up with an average pain in the right shoulder, the left one is still asleep. They slumped behind the DJ console with helmets airbrushed a big hairy dog \u200b\u200blicks my face and someone stole my mussels from the neck. Amanda dancing barefoot like Janis Joplin, the audience looks at her incredulously. I try to get up but I am surprised an effort. I realize that a bad smell is bothering my stomach is empty. It's stinks. Precisely the smell of sulfur.
I surrender to gravity and from my point of view I look at the ground dj. Skinny skinny with more cuffioni older than he moves his head like those furry kittens that were put on the rear window in the 70's. With your hands squeeze buttons raise and lower levers seem to work on cold fusion. The music core gender often this effect. Leather sandals, shorts Nepalese, black t shirt. The public seems not to appreciate his sound universe. Maybe they did not understand maybe you can not understand, however, he seems out of the room, does not seem to belong to anyone. Maverick? (How?) Bho. Yet I seem to have known him, "maybe in another life I think. The smell of sulfur is heavy. To get up and do a big hand with long nails and big ring materializes in front of me. It belongs to a gentleman distinguished in white. It seems the king of pimps final. While I spend another nanosecond to decide whether or not to cling to him, are already up, the nausea has passed and I feel a strange creeping into his underwear. As soon as I figure out who and what, I'm going through the room behind his big white jacket like a magnet skating and ten nanoseconds lascivious find myself nose-nose with him hanging on the bar counter.
"Do not worry about the pants is a side effect. I just want to enjoy drinks. I love your dress seal "I'm lost. It's a bit 'too accustomed to looking for a nanny sos. All my certainties broke up and scramble with a paper flag in a glass of godfather.

"A lemonade for my friend." The bartender serves me right away. I lift my eyes looking complicity, I wonder if the bartender has strange powers of evil on two legs ... but I would not say it does not seem to understand. "Thank Erotica" I get so without thinking. Past lives? Pleasant fun dangerous past lives. Now I have not given up trying to find a meaning to everything that's happening to me and let me devour a deadly circle in the head, everything is hazy, I realize that it is time to go home and who are willing to go there crawling and, indeed, would be a good opportunity to apologize to the mice. I leave the bar and dangling try but I find Amanda Only his shoes. Here I am on the catwalk on the contrary, now I get to the mainland that stops by here I do not think so. The black sea around seems cocacola flat. From a small boat a few meters away someone is calling me, now I expect the worst. Amanda is in a nutshell that says "sooner or later come back," his sly smile I recognize from a distance, you clung to a freak, with all due respect, those who do not see around anymore, with hair Long a symbol of peace on the shirt. The launch of the shoes completely wrong path. The longhair off the boat, walks on water and collected one by one. Amanda gives me a look that with the right amplification would sounded like "You got it, boy?". Ok. Where is the spaceship? The beams of light, the horses of the apocalypse, and raise the dead and the big job? And 'maybe interplanetary fucking candid camera? You're laughing little green men fucking stinking vomit foam? You feel better just because you do not go to the stadium and you move into space in those tortillas ultra luminescent design? Do you know why no one can ever take a decent picture of dick? Why are you bad like the f ...
"Miss not do so, look, someone has found her necklace I remember having avergliela neck. You must be a very creative woman. "I never decided to try a lot of joy at seeing the lord doped entry, you never stop gaining weight. Having chatted amiably while I slept, with a strong arm that I do not know whether to attribute the momentum of affection or excessive sclerosis fatigue, my new friend threw me smiling inside a taxi. "Is over," I think without believing too much. ****

Aching Legs And Pelvic

Life Bar ep. 22 Angels and Demons

I have seen worse things happen at the Star Wars Bar, yet it is a nice place.
I have seen worse things, and even the most strange, bizarre.
But I never had a customer who happened to stink so much rotten egg.
prepares a Godfather, as he asked.
The peculiarity that every good bartender should have is to get in tune with our customers and to anticipate, prevent the same desires and needs.
My peculiarity is me read minds, as it happened to me several times in recent years behind the bench. Besides, I think the old style instead of the typical clients that are anything but old style.
The man dressed in white, of uncertain age, over the counter, the one who asked me the Godfather, and that stinks of rotten eggs, I read minds.
- not rotten egg. He says.
- E 'sulfur. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- Should I use the spell sulfur ...
Scans words, I look to make sure it is understood every single syllable and the tone of one who has to explain something simple but hidden by mysterious aura.
- ... every time I move from one dimension to another because it is the only one that allows me to do so. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- In a few minutes the smell will disappear. Reassures me.
Another peculiarity is not my understanding. So the Godfather
drinker help me: - Sulphur, different sizes, uncertain age.
still do not understand, but not perceive the smell of rotten eggs.
- not rotten egg! Look, let's try the classic iconography: if you saw me with the eyes and feet goat you would Help?
- Devil? I call intimidated.
- If you're a demon, any, no. If you mean the devil, you.
not going to teach me certain that the Devil is a master of eloquence, so I intorta riproporvi in \u200b\u200bspeeches that I could not even roughly, when at one point a frichettone with sandals, long hair and T-shirt with the symbol Peace asks me a bottle of wine to make a joke to friends. For thirty
refining my money transaction and frichettone reached his friends at the table.
- Two thousand years ago that there was a casino combined with the same joke. He says the white garments.
- How? It would be the chief's son, what? I exclaimed, now totally at the mercy my host.
turns out that where there is the other one, always. Regardless of who decides where to go.
Now wonder who decided to come here and why.
Beelzebub is vague about the reason but said that he resolutely chose him the exit.
Then I made a proposal: he asks me if I want a ride.
- A ride where? I ask warily.
- to see how it is down below.
Before I can ask for further information tells me that, I back up, not that Dante was invented everything and that is a sort of grand tour because they are nice.
agree, although a little reluctant, and all of a sudden, as if sucked into a vortex, I find myself hell.
, more or less like me I imagine, about as Dante described it. Executioner does a hot, shirtless and tattooed people dance to the rhythm of music to a bad high volume, many use doping agents without restraint and the first word that gives me the smell of rum. To avoid mistakes I asked for a cigarette.
Beelzebub makes me see some special hell, like the dj cd with a fantastic facility and a wonderful collection of vinyl records strictly, the operator of the local jam-packed with a case where the damned without pay, next to a local golfer in a beautiful without a ball field. Bartenders
with entire plantations of mint available.
And that is revealed: he asks me point-blank if you are interested in working for him. I doth a list of compliments that end up in the toilet when he confesses that he lost a barman so requested by frichettone for his bar staff.
Decline with caution but in a decisive manner.
He sketches, then brings me back to Star Wars, finishes his Godfather and greets me.
I remain alone on the bench, despite being a topical evening.
I reached my new colleague who asks what that smell of rotten eggs.
- That's me. I say.
- but soon will.
Then a feeling of sadness comes over me: I thought it was hell on earth and that was after everything was better. Instead realize that there is no limit for the worst. And what's
more stink!

Aching Legs And Pelvic

Life Bar ep. 22 Angels and Demons

I have seen worse things happen at the Star Wars Bar, yet it is a nice place.
I have seen worse things, and even the most strange, bizarre.
But I never had a customer who happened to stink so much rotten egg.
prepares a Godfather, as he asked.
The peculiarity that every good bartender should have is to get in tune with our customers and to anticipate, prevent the same desires and needs.
My peculiarity is me read minds, as it happened to me several times in recent years behind the bench. Besides, I think the old style instead of the typical clients that are anything but old style.
The man dressed in white, of uncertain age, over the counter, the one who asked me the Godfather, and that stinks of rotten eggs, I read minds.
- not rotten egg. He says.
- E 'sulfur. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- Should I use the spell sulfur ...
Scans words, I look to make sure it is understood every single syllable and the tone of one who has to explain something simple but hidden by mysterious aura.
- ... every time I move from one dimension to another because it is the only one that allows me to do so. I looked at him with interim
expression.
- In a few minutes the smell will disappear. Reassures me.
Another peculiarity is not my understanding. So the Godfather
drinker help me: - Sulphur, different sizes, uncertain age.
still do not understand, but not perceive the smell of rotten eggs.
- not rotten egg! Look, let's try the classic iconography: if you saw me with the eyes and feet goat you would Help?
- Devil? I call intimidated.
- If you're a demon, any, no. If you mean the devil, you.
not going to teach me certain that the Devil is a master of eloquence, so I intorta riproporvi in \u200b\u200bspeeches that I could not even roughly, when at one point a frichettone with sandals, long hair and T-shirt with the symbol Peace asks me a bottle of wine to make a joke to friends. For thirty
refining my money transaction and frichettone reached his friends at the table.
- Two thousand years ago that there was a casino combined with the same joke. He says the white garments.
- How? It would be the chief's son, what? I exclaimed, now totally at the mercy my host.
turns out that where there is the other one, always. Regardless of who decides where to go.
Now wonder who decided to come here and why.
Beelzebub is vague about the reason but said that he resolutely chose him the exit.
Then I made a proposal: he asks me if I want a ride.
- A ride where? I ask warily.
- to see how it is down below.
Before I can ask for further information tells me that, I back up, not that Dante was invented everything and that is a sort of grand tour because they are nice.
agree, although a little reluctant, and all of a sudden, as if sucked into a vortex, I find myself hell.
, more or less like me I imagine, about as Dante described it. Executioner does a hot, shirtless and tattooed people dance to the rhythm of music to a bad high volume, many use doping agents without restraint and the first word that gives me the smell of rum. To avoid mistakes I asked for a cigarette.
Beelzebub makes me see some special hell, like the dj cd with a fantastic facility and a wonderful collection of vinyl records strictly, the operator of the local jam-packed with a case where the damned without pay, next to a local golfer in a beautiful without a ball field. Bartenders
with entire plantations of mint available.
And that is revealed: he asks me point-blank if you are interested in working for him. I doth a list of compliments that end up in the toilet when he confesses that he lost a barman so requested by frichettone for his bar staff.
Decline with caution but in a decisive manner.
He sketches, then brings me back to Star Wars, finishes his Godfather and greets me.
I remain alone on the bench, despite being a topical evening.
I reached my new colleague who asks what that smell of rotten eggs.
- That's me. I say.
- but soon will.
Then a feeling of sadness comes over me: I thought it was hell on earth and that was after everything was better. Instead realize that there is no limit for the worst. And what's
more stink!

Fotos De Mulheres Nuas

Life Bar ep. 21 That's all love!

The Star Wars Bar is a place of perdition. Drugs, sex, music for the deaf and foolish.
I'm trying to figure out what he wants to drink while the Antichrist Maginbù sing their Organ Core from the main stage. Maginbù is a tall, Fat and small hands and chubby. Same as Maginbù of Dragon Ball. I feel to him by the forelock in the middle of the head.
soon realize that takes a simple Gin Tonic I see the police enter the Church.
head of the training is a graduated armed, from the belt hung a rosary of handcuffs and a convenient over door divided the black of white-collar and cassock. The following three and two pretiziotti chiericheti with incense. Bless everything and everyone, as if they had a fear of contagion. The graduated
asks me dell'Acquasanta splashing on the face of the holder.
-Burn, burn! It makes me cry. But I do not think that is pretiziotti have a sense of humor.
-The Taliban is. Indicates where a parterre of my eleventh intortando holders is a little girl just above the threshold of legality. Puffing
incense and sprinkling holy water holy complete the training around the Star Wars universe.
Maginbù claim his Gin Tonic. I look at it, I make him a tuft at the crown and go out to enjoy the dispute between the clerical authorities and eleventh of my owners. There
-blessed holy crosses in all the rooms. In the bathrooms there are no fonts. And I counted the number of infidels above the threshold provided by law. Furthermore, only four employees carry the cross around her neck. Pit graduated to the Taliban.
Shit, I think returning behind the bench.
Shit, I think when they perceive as a Unimente Eternal everything that happens around three girls kissing and touching inside the cell Magneto, proud to be looked at by all the alpha males around them. Two other crush their bare breasts against the glass main licking it and moving sinuously in front of the chest area. Their companions have in mind who knows what when they are driven off badly by them. The
girls fist fight with their now former carers and the worst could happen if it were not that many more who want to enjoy the show. The two retire. On the floating platform
Tequila Queen is making a bonfire. I do not know whether to honor the patron or to remember its origins cattoispaniche.
It is then that perception becomes acute: it is not honoring neither one nor the other. Remember her sisters witches burnt death by police over the centuries the Church. The presence of pretiziotti must have awakened something in her. I see his earthly form in a trance before the fire, I see the fire come to life and reach the Taliban.
It 's a fire does not burn but turns you inside. And
out.
The eyes of the Taliban and burn in one second is the scale. She opened the huge jaws and eating. Pretiziotti I do not have time to act: the enormous tentacles, which now bears the Taliban, they are trapped and they are doing to the death of the octopus on the rocks. The two chiericheti are immobilized by terror. Queen and Tequila is the same that takes them and fixing them ends with a look of hatred that Medusa to stone as he did with his enemies.
The bottom of the harbor will be their grave.
The last thing you feel is a laugh.
Then I wake from a trance. On the ground floor there is a Taliban lost. On stage, the blood stains.
The Taliban enter a glance vitreous and wiping his mouth syllable to give it a digestive.
- I've eaten something heavy. Something indigestible. He says.
- Even if you do not know what ...

Fotos De Mulheres Nuas

Life Bar ep. 21 That's all love!

The Star Wars Bar is a place of perdition. Drugs, sex, music for the deaf and foolish.
I'm trying to figure out what he wants to drink while the Antichrist Maginbù sing their Organ Core from the main stage. Maginbù is a tall, Fat and small hands and chubby. Same as Maginbù of Dragon Ball. I feel to him by the forelock in the middle of the head.
soon realize that takes a simple Gin Tonic I see the police enter the Church.
head of the training is a graduated armed, from the belt hung a rosary of handcuffs and a convenient over door divided the black of white-collar and cassock. The following three and two pretiziotti chiericheti with incense. Bless everything and everyone, as if they had a fear of contagion. The graduated
asks me dell'Acquasanta splashing on the face of the holder.
-Burn, burn! It makes me cry. But I do not think that is pretiziotti have a sense of humor.
-The Taliban is. Indicates where a parterre of my eleventh intortando holders is a little girl just above the threshold of legality. Puffing
incense and sprinkling holy water holy complete the training around the Star Wars universe.
Maginbù claim his Gin Tonic. I look at it, I make him a tuft at the crown and go out to enjoy the dispute between the clerical authorities and eleventh of my owners. There
-blessed holy crosses in all the rooms. In the bathrooms there are no fonts. And I counted the number of infidels above the threshold provided by law. Furthermore, only four employees carry the cross around her neck. Pit graduated to the Taliban.
Shit, I think returning behind the bench.
Shit, I think when they perceive as a Unimente Eternal everything that happens around three girls kissing and touching inside the cell Magneto, proud to be looked at by all the alpha males around them. Two other crush their bare breasts against the glass main licking it and moving sinuously in front of the chest area. Their companions have in mind who knows what when they are driven off badly by them. The
girls fist fight with their now former carers and the worst could happen if it were not that many more who want to enjoy the show. The two retire. On the floating platform
Tequila Queen is making a bonfire. I do not know whether to honor the patron or to remember its origins cattoispaniche.
It is then that perception becomes acute: it is not honoring neither one nor the other. Remember her sisters witches burnt death by police over the centuries the Church. The presence of pretiziotti must have awakened something in her. I see his earthly form in a trance before the fire, I see the fire come to life and reach the Taliban.
It 's a fire does not burn but turns you inside. And
out.
The eyes of the Taliban and burn in one second is the scale. She opened the huge jaws and eating. Pretiziotti I do not have time to act: the enormous tentacles, which now bears the Taliban, they are trapped and they are doing to the death of the octopus on the rocks. The two chiericheti are immobilized by terror. Queen and Tequila is the same that takes them and fixing them ends with a look of hatred that Medusa to stone as he did with his enemies.
The bottom of the harbor will be their grave.
The last thing you feel is a laugh.
Then I wake from a trance. On the ground floor there is a Taliban lost. On stage, the blood stains.
The Taliban enter a glance vitreous and wiping his mouth syllable to give it a digestive.
- I've eaten something heavy. Something indigestible. He says.
- Even if you do not know what ...

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Life Bar ep. 20 Sometimes they come back from Bar

The image is imprinted in my mind is Fico Barboza and Mr. Panda kissing passionately. We
two steps back: It's Friday and I'll get the house a transvestite at the precise moment at which the usual Jack & Coke to Mr. Panda. Mr Panda
can not help but notice it, if you study, whether it is a squid or some random gay mafia. As agreed split on Wednesdays and Fridays. Today it is the Albanians. The transvestite
turns and he offers him a friendly "fuck thou hast to look at?". A
Mr Panda no longer of interest if a squid is protected or dispersed, hard-nosed approaches him and told him to remove the balls. In no time his henchmen are already around the affected area.
The transvestite smiles at the Panda, lowers his eyes as a sign of submission, then it sticks to the wall, moving agile even with high heels.
Lightning's face rests on the cheek and whispers something in his ear and the Panda with a gesture of the hand stops the thugs who were speaking. The transvestite
continues to speak in his ear. I see Panda
wince of fear and frustration, the transvestite smile and leave.
Then he turns to me and orders a red East.
And at that point that I recognize Barboza. Fico
Barboza is often to visit.
It 's like Lupin agent or a Mission Impossible or James Bond: Do not know him before I ever ordered a drink.
Blonde, brown, of various complexions. Once it seemed even lower.
This time it's disguised as a man who dresses as a woman. When Mr. Panda
Fico starts to leave suggests that he had forgotten something.
-What? Panda asks. Fico
leans towards him pointing his lips with his forefinger.
-You can not be serious? Asks the mobster eyes wide.
-Yes, yes. From do not be shy.
And that's how I see Panda and Mr Fico Barboza give a passionate kiss on the mouth. Fico
pleased with himself now enjoys his drink.
I can not help myself and I ask him what he said to the Panda to make it so tame.
-I threatened to kill his mother.
I do not think this is enough, I think to myself. Fico
Barboza me read it in the face and adds, calling her name.
Maybe this can already be more effective. I think. Then I
-ginned in order: province, city and village where he lives. In short, I believe that I could do it really.
And I suspect that it was not a mere show of force.
I have a feeling of uncomfortable, but not for what he said. I look around and see the Boss, from outside, watching us through the thick glass.
has a dark look.
'm sure he recognized his brother. Fico
Barboza raises his glass and addressed to his brother as a toast not reciprocated.
-Now I must go. He says. It has darkened too.
Once Barboza was released I turn to see if the Boss is still out at me.
not see it anymore, but instead I hear behind me: "Can I talk?"
-You're the Boss, I say.
-Come on out, I'll replace.
"The story has its own history. The historical characters are tied together and can not be read in a decontextualized.
You can not take any character from the past, be it Caesar or Napoleon, to name two at random and without having a blurred photograph. As will be the precise historical reconstruction, the mood of the people always fail, the people, and even the minority of the majority of the supporters and opponents, to complete the outline, to sharpen.
The contemporary characters are too close so you can see in their entirety and without distortions partisan, as it is right to have them.
The only characters that we can see with some clarity are the ones we have experienced but there are already more but not enough: their disappearance must have been a period of time necessary to have them broken down.
It 's too soon, for example, to talk about the last Pope
And it's too late to talk about the first Duce.
Then there are some people, some elected officials, who can see far. They are like the observers.
They have the privilege of being able to see who does what. Indeed they can decide who does what. They are the Freemasons.
But that's another story.
Now tell me, are you sure of what you saw, are you sure that you've made are just like you have to believe them?
That is: you know with certainty that he was there on quell'imbarcazione? "
" Now what you want, take credit over the money? My answer to the tirade of the Boss.
-I know what happened. And I do not want you to be deceived and recruited to do the opposite of what you're thinking of doing. Big Boss decided he replies.
-L 'explosion of the boat was scheduled. In your organization you burn an interplanetary ship without intervention? Come on, think! Fico Barboza arrives, steals a boat explodes in the middle of the sea, thirty free political prisoners and no one moves a finger. If there is an organization and a counter-organization should be a war taking place now. The opposite thing you suggest?
that there is only an organization. I think to myself and me.
-But how do you know what I said Barboza? Enlighten me a hope, hope not to be a cog in the machine sostituibilissimo deception, now worn and used by all parties involved.
"The Interstar Pol spying on us. Fico Barboza spying on us. You spy on us. I keep up to date. "This is the cryptic response of the Boss.
"That?" He insists.
"Interstate, in the person of Fico Barboza, looks at us through the electronic eyes. You do too, now that you've discovered how to do. Why should not I do it myself? "
" Why should you? "
" Why am I the counter-Exhibits.. "
After a few hours in which I have removed several layers of the Veil of Maya or just changed, combined, ristratificati, I am alone with my doubts.
What I told the Boss is chilling, from anywhere you try to see it.
the men would have died in the explosion of the ferry and the guilty would Fico Barboza.
The Boss has managed to replace people who were to be caught by the bad people to recruit from outside the law in the field of Interstate commanded by his brother. Giving also almost the entire sum received by the union of the worlds.
Unfortunately, I understand what happened to political refugees, or if they are now safe.
And I have no way of verifying what Big Boss told me.
I can only give the trust only to my fellow sufferers and to continue the investigation. Knowing
to work with a bull's eye focused on him.
Puff a little disappointed: Fico Barboza was able to make nice.
The Boss, however, still must work to achieve the level of his brother.

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Life Bar ep. 20 Sometimes they come back from Bar

The image is imprinted in my mind is Fico Barboza and Mr. Panda kissing passionately. We
two steps back: It's Friday and I'll get the house a transvestite at the precise moment at which the usual Jack & Coke to Mr. Panda. Mr Panda
can not help but notice it, if you study, whether it is a squid or some random gay mafia. As agreed split on Wednesdays and Fridays. Today it is the Albanians. The transvestite
turns and he offers him a friendly "fuck thou hast to look at?". A
Mr Panda no longer of interest if a squid is protected or dispersed, hard-nosed approaches him and told him to remove the balls. In no time his henchmen are already around the affected area.
The transvestite smiles at the Panda, lowers his eyes as a sign of submission, then it sticks to the wall, moving agile even with high heels.
Lightning's face rests on the cheek and whispers something in his ear and the Panda with a gesture of the hand stops the thugs who were speaking. The transvestite
continues to speak in his ear. I see Panda
wince of fear and frustration, the transvestite smile and leave.
Then he turns to me and orders a red East.
And at that point that I recognize Barboza. Fico
Barboza is often to visit.
It 's like Lupin agent or a Mission Impossible or James Bond: Do not know him before I ever ordered a drink.
Blonde, brown, of various complexions. Once it seemed even lower.
This time it's disguised as a man who dresses as a woman. When Mr. Panda
Fico starts to leave suggests that he had forgotten something.
-What? Panda asks. Fico
leans towards him pointing his lips with his forefinger.
-You can not be serious? Asks the mobster eyes wide.
-Yes, yes. From do not be shy.
And that's how I see Panda and Mr Fico Barboza give a passionate kiss on the mouth. Fico
pleased with himself now enjoys his drink.
I can not help myself and I ask him what he said to the Panda to make it so tame.
-I threatened to kill his mother.
I do not think this is enough, I think to myself. Fico
Barboza me read it in the face and adds, calling her name.
Maybe this can already be more effective. I think. Then I
-ginned in order: province, city and village where he lives. In short, I believe that I could do it really.
And I suspect that it was not a mere show of force.
I have a feeling of uncomfortable, but not for what he said. I look around and see the Boss, from outside, watching us through the thick glass.
has a dark look.
'm sure he recognized his brother. Fico
Barboza raises his glass and addressed to his brother as a toast not reciprocated.
-Now I must go. He says. It has darkened too.
Once Barboza was released I turn to see if the Boss is still out at me.
not see it anymore, but instead I hear behind me: "Can I talk?"
-You're the Boss, I say.
-Come on out, I'll replace.
"The story has its own history. The historical characters are tied together and can not be read in a decontextualized.
You can not take any character from the past, be it Caesar or Napoleon, to name two at random and without having a blurred photograph. As will be the precise historical reconstruction, the mood of the people always fail, the people, and even the minority of the majority of the supporters and opponents, to complete the outline, to sharpen.
The contemporary characters are too close so you can see in their entirety and without distortions partisan, as it is right to have them.
The only characters that we can see with some clarity are the ones we have experienced but there are already more but not enough: their disappearance must have been a period of time necessary to have them broken down.
It 's too soon, for example, to talk about the last Pope
And it's too late to talk about the first Duce.
Then there are some people, some elected officials, who can see far. They are like the observers.
They have the privilege of being able to see who does what. Indeed they can decide who does what. They are the Freemasons.
But that's another story.
Now tell me, are you sure of what you saw, are you sure that you've made are just like you have to believe them?
That is: you know with certainty that he was there on quell'imbarcazione? "
" Now what you want, take credit over the money? My answer to the tirade of the Boss.
-I know what happened. And I do not want you to be deceived and recruited to do the opposite of what you're thinking of doing. Big Boss decided he replies.
-L 'explosion of the boat was scheduled. In your organization you burn an interplanetary ship without intervention? Come on, think! Fico Barboza arrives, steals a boat explodes in the middle of the sea, thirty free political prisoners and no one moves a finger. If there is an organization and a counter-organization should be a war taking place now. The opposite thing you suggest?
that there is only an organization. I think to myself and me.
-But how do you know what I said Barboza? Enlighten me a hope, hope not to be a cog in the machine sostituibilissimo deception, now worn and used by all parties involved.
"The Interstar Pol spying on us. Fico Barboza spying on us. You spy on us. I keep up to date. "This is the cryptic response of the Boss.
"That?" He insists.
"Interstate, in the person of Fico Barboza, looks at us through the electronic eyes. You do too, now that you've discovered how to do. Why should not I do it myself? "
" Why should you? "
" Why am I the counter-Exhibits.. "
After a few hours in which I have removed several layers of the Veil of Maya or just changed, combined, ristratificati, I am alone with my doubts.
What I told the Boss is chilling, from anywhere you try to see it.
the men would have died in the explosion of the ferry and the guilty would Fico Barboza.
The Boss has managed to replace people who were to be caught by the bad people to recruit from outside the law in the field of Interstate commanded by his brother. Giving also almost the entire sum received by the union of the worlds.
Unfortunately, I understand what happened to political refugees, or if they are now safe.
And I have no way of verifying what Big Boss told me.
I can only give the trust only to my fellow sufferers and to continue the investigation. Knowing
to work with a bull's eye focused on him.
Puff a little disappointed: Fico Barboza was able to make nice.
The Boss, however, still must work to achieve the level of his brother.

Black Hair For Pale Skin And Blue Eyes

Life ep. Being 19 and appear

Mr Panda and the Gay Mafia has reached a compromise after the Albanians have done a raid. Now we
midweek guests squid protected, Friday the Albanian mafia.
On Saturdays entry is free.
Giubeca from all this, the hero of the resistance against the empire, earning a double bundle. Not only that, it was also allowed to leave Lex at home, replaced by the latest model of Ferrotre: Ferroquattro.
Because you know, where there is organized crime rarely attracts the attention of the cops.
Tonight we are protected squid, Britney sings on stage, still three quarters of the usual red and I have to counter that comes to see whatever there is mafia.
Every time he tells me the trick of lemon vodka, vodka redbull, which is to ask one of them and tell you that t'aveva asked another.
Not only that, once you hang out and sometimes not, and I always mistake the time. This
, ten times in a evening.
Britney has just finished the concert and accompanying Moicòl at Ground Zero to lay the tools. Meanwhile, the red
asks me the usual lemon vodka redbull.
The constant is: hang out with me when it's lemon, snubs me when redbull.
I am a bit embarrassed, I'll show you the can of juice balls of a bull, she smiles at me and tells me no.
-Lemon, you have not understood? Adds.
-Not really. I answer.
-we have to explain everything. She looks at me languidly, as I say. The lemon
ends with a splash on my shirt. Seeking
Moicòl with the look, but do not see it.
-I'm going to change the barrel. I say to the red.
-I'll wait. Responding.
I go down the stairs, I'm going to go into the warehouse, when a familiar voice asks me for a cigarette.
It 's the red.
But you should not expect to be the first thought that crosses my mind.
should explain it all is the second.
marpione I smile and I walk safely and quickly to an inch from his mouth.
I find a hand in his face and another between his legs that he shakes his balls.
-What the fuck, what the fuck you want? Cries between his teeth threateningly.
-So? What the fuck you want from me? Repeat.
'd better give you an answer, any card.
-Sorry. I misunderstood. Sorry. I
spring balls, but keeps the other hand over his face.
He looks a little bit more then pushes me away with disdain.
-Fuck you, asshole.
I deal with a psychopath.
remain a few minutes before the door of the store to ask me questions about systems of nonverbal communication, questioning on what I took to fool streetlight, when the noises attract my attention.
I open the door and the scene appears before me that beats all the ones I saw at ground zero.
makes me forget what I just happened. There are
Britney and Moicòl.
Details Moicòl tell me if it is crushed.
In fact, he has his shirt off his pants and the floor are the panties Britney, wearing a skirt tactics.
But then it must have happened something.
Moicòl crista with Britney hitting an unidentified object.
She is speechless in the corner with tears in his eyes that pour shots with one arm.
and 'put in three quarters, as when he sings.
Nevertheless, the situation does not seem critical.
Strana, rather.
Moicòl does not seem to hurt her physically, it is as if he were hitting with a plastic club for children.
Indeed no, an arm of a doll.
Fuck. This is hitting with one arm.
And not his own, but hers. The
is hitting with his prosthesis. But
-cock, are things that you say, damn it! Moicòl says.
-And what do you say? Do not you noticed, you prick? Respond She tearfully. Without
Moicòl rip my arm out of hand.
-C 'is to change the stem of lemon. Using an aseptic tone. It works when you make someone feel guilty. Along with the look not so antiseptic.
The situation is embarrassing.
pick up the pants of Britney to do a nice gesture.
So now I am holding his dentures and his underwear.
am undecided on what to pass before the door of the store when a red head peeps.
Britney takes a back seat while remaining hidden from view so mad.
I'm still waiting for my lemon vodka. He laughs.
Moicòl exits. For the red I remain
holding a rubber arm and panties.
When she realizes the situation is left with a smile on his lips and a great lady says to me, I will say that I will make from your colleagues because you are now busy with a plastic doll.
shrugged thinking that is nothing but a psychopath. Britney
thanks me embarrassed taking her things.
I would comfort her in some way, but I would not know where to start.
So I give up and return to work.
the counter waiting for me I have the red.
Vodka-redbull. Tribute, thank you. He says.
I am preparing the drink.
-Vodka Lemon. Tribute appreciated. I hear.
Ecchecazzo, I think.
I look to see if it also has changed in appearance, as Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde.
But it was only doubled.
As the eyes of a drunk.
For the first time on the bench, together, the twin red.
The astonished look, I realize that they are well dressed differently.
The only thing that remains to be done, in addition to offering two drinks, you repeatedly hit the bench with his head and use a typical exclamation of dissent for his own dementia.
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!

Black Hair For Pale Skin And Blue Eyes

Life ep. Being 19 and appear

Mr Panda and the Gay Mafia has reached a compromise after the Albanians have done a raid. Now we
midweek guests squid protected, Friday the Albanian mafia.
On Saturdays entry is free.
Giubeca from all this, the hero of the resistance against the empire, earning a double bundle. Not only that, it was also allowed to leave Lex at home, replaced by the latest model of Ferrotre: Ferroquattro.
Because you know, where there is organized crime rarely attracts the attention of the cops.
Tonight we are protected squid, Britney sings on stage, still three quarters of the usual red and I have to counter that comes to see whatever there is mafia.
Every time he tells me the trick of lemon vodka, vodka redbull, which is to ask one of them and tell you that t'aveva asked another.
Not only that, once you hang out and sometimes not, and I always mistake the time. This
, ten times in a evening.
Britney has just finished the concert and accompanying Moicòl at Ground Zero to lay the tools. Meanwhile, the red
asks me the usual lemon vodka redbull.
The constant is: hang out with me when it's lemon, snubs me when redbull.
I am a bit embarrassed, I'll show you the can of juice balls of a bull, she smiles at me and tells me no.
-Lemon, you have not understood? Adds.
-Not really. I answer.
-we have to explain everything. She looks at me languidly, as I say. The lemon
ends with a splash on my shirt. Seeking
Moicòl with the look, but do not see it.
-I'm going to change the barrel. I say to the red.
-I'll wait. Responding.
I go down the stairs, I'm going to go into the warehouse, when a familiar voice asks me for a cigarette.
It 's the red.
But you should not expect to be the first thought that crosses my mind.
should explain it all is the second.
marpione I smile and I walk safely and quickly to an inch from his mouth.
I find a hand in his face and another between his legs that he shakes his balls.
-What the fuck, what the fuck you want? Cries between his teeth threateningly.
-So? What the fuck you want from me? Repeat.
'd better give you an answer, any card.
-Sorry. I misunderstood. Sorry. I
spring balls, but keeps the other hand over his face.
He looks a little bit more then pushes me away with disdain.
-Fuck you, asshole.
I deal with a psychopath.
remain a few minutes before the door of the store to ask me questions about systems of nonverbal communication, questioning on what I took to fool streetlight, when the noises attract my attention.
I open the door and the scene appears before me that beats all the ones I saw at ground zero.
makes me forget what I just happened. There are
Britney and Moicòl.
Details Moicòl tell me if it is crushed.
In fact, he has his shirt off his pants and the floor are the panties Britney, wearing a skirt tactics.
But then it must have happened something.
Moicòl crista with Britney hitting an unidentified object.
She is speechless in the corner with tears in his eyes that pour shots with one arm.
and 'put in three quarters, as when he sings.
Nevertheless, the situation does not seem critical.
Strana, rather.
Moicòl does not seem to hurt her physically, it is as if he were hitting with a plastic club for children.
Indeed no, an arm of a doll.
Fuck. This is hitting with one arm.
And not his own, but hers. The
is hitting with his prosthesis. But
-cock, are things that you say, damn it! Moicòl says.
-And what do you say? Do not you noticed, you prick? Respond She tearfully. Without
Moicòl rip my arm out of hand.
-C 'is to change the stem of lemon. Using an aseptic tone. It works when you make someone feel guilty. Along with the look not so antiseptic.
The situation is embarrassing.
pick up the pants of Britney to do a nice gesture.
So now I am holding his dentures and his underwear.
am undecided on what to pass before the door of the store when a red head peeps.
Britney takes a back seat while remaining hidden from view so mad.
I'm still waiting for my lemon vodka. He laughs.
Moicòl exits. For the red I remain
holding a rubber arm and panties.
When she realizes the situation is left with a smile on his lips and a great lady says to me, I will say that I will make from your colleagues because you are now busy with a plastic doll.
shrugged thinking that is nothing but a psychopath. Britney
thanks me embarrassed taking her things.
I would comfort her in some way, but I would not know where to start.
So I give up and return to work.
the counter waiting for me I have the red.
Vodka-redbull. Tribute, thank you. He says.
I am preparing the drink.
-Vodka Lemon. Tribute appreciated. I hear.
Ecchecazzo, I think.
I look to see if it also has changed in appearance, as Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde.
But it was only doubled.
As the eyes of a drunk.
For the first time on the bench, together, the twin red.
The astonished look, I realize that they are well dressed differently.
The only thing that remains to be done, in addition to offering two drinks, you repeatedly hit the bench with his head and use a typical exclamation of dissent for his own dementia.
D'oh! D'oh! D'oh!

Energizer Charger Keeps Rejecting Batteries

Life Bar ep. 18 The return to the normal course of things

It 's a strange night, full of squid. Indeed squid, given the average age. Calamari
Hispanic, to be precise.
satisfaction over the counter, for me, is minimal: Sex on the Beach and many other queer like that.
But it is great fun when two squid if they fight a third, after the first pass urletti hysterical threats. Then the hair-pulling. The disputed
squid you can enjoy the scene, adjusting the hair and pulling out a lip gloss that has the intention of.
At the counter Mr. Panda is perplexed, expecting the usual half-week and girls is found full of kids from sexuality uncertain at best. Most certain, at worst. But
not lose heart, Confabula with his henchmen and organizing as a theft with the dexterity of a Lupin.
In spite of its name, Mr. Panda has just sleeping on my stomach and rubs it with one of the calamari, leaving then with full cocones without portfolio.
I see a few seconds after taking a wad of bills from his wallet stolen and get rid of just throwing it in the trash. Sort
his usual Jack with the addition of cola, for granted.
I go, I hit him twice on the flat face and whisper to him: I saw you, that you pay me double.
I spring a twenty and I am a gesture of assent.
I'm going to give him the drink, when one of his henchmen Scassa punched the pretty face of a boy who had the only crime to speak to him, setting off the homophobia of the Panda's friend.
The henchman does not even stop the order from Mr Panda has to intervene and end the security that brings the three Panda Boys outside the room.
The kid in the lake of blood and is medicated by Francine, before the arrival of the ambulance.
A few hours later I see Mr Panda, alone, asking Ferrotre be able to return.
After all he has done nothing, he says, even tried to stop that asshole, he continues with that Albanian accent that is found.
Ferrotre says it is not stupid and that tonight is better kept out. Then Mr Panda
hands him a wad of banknotes. The very fact that two hours before the squid.
I smile thinking of trying to bribe an android: Ferrotre seems to come out directly from the Tekken games, it looks like Brian Fury, inside and out.
It is not designed to be corrupt. At least
so I thought.
Then I saw him take the money and let Mr. Panda.
remain quite surprised. What the fuck makes money if an android?
Li gives his boss here is what he does. The transition from a Ferrotre Giubeca occurs almost immediately after the Panda is entered.
But the surprises do not seem to be over. As soon as the money taken
Giubeca faces Mr Panda, he says something, then pushes him in the parterre.
Where there are two waiting for squid. One is what has been robbed. It comes third, with large and well-defined muscles. Giubeca squid and the two will stand between me and Mr Panda, so I can not see how the guy smashes his face, nor how many of the kicks, when is on the ground. The
leave lying in your blood, insulting, threatening and spitting: this place is now the gay mafia, be careful what you do fucking shit.
Gay Mafia? I wonder.
'Fuck you, ugly fags shit, he says, trying to get up. You've taken with the wrong person.
And you will pay all. Even you, ugly hairy asshole. He tells Giubeca.
then faints.
Giubeca hoisted it on his shoulders and disappeared down the runway.
Dude. They call me from the bench. What
offer me a drink? He asks me a fucking squid.
Mafia gay mafia gay mafia gay, I tell myself before speaking.
What you want, I say, just that it is not vodka ...

Energizer Charger Keeps Rejecting Batteries

Life Bar ep. 18 The return to the normal course of things

It 's a strange night, full of squid. Indeed squid, given the average age. Calamari
Hispanic, to be precise.
satisfaction over the counter, for me, is minimal: Sex on the Beach and many other queer like that.
But it is great fun when two squid if they fight a third, after the first pass urletti hysterical threats. Then the hair-pulling. The disputed
squid you can enjoy the scene, adjusting the hair and pulling out a lip gloss that has the intention of.
At the counter Mr. Panda is perplexed, expecting the usual half-week and girls is found full of kids from sexuality uncertain at best. Most certain, at worst. But
not lose heart, Confabula with his henchmen and organizing as a theft with the dexterity of a Lupin.
In spite of its name, Mr. Panda has just sleeping on my stomach and rubs it with one of the calamari, leaving then with full cocones without portfolio.
I see a few seconds after taking a wad of bills from his wallet stolen and get rid of just throwing it in the trash. Sort
his usual Jack with the addition of cola, for granted.
I go, I hit him twice on the flat face and whisper to him: I saw you, that you pay me double.
I spring a twenty and I am a gesture of assent.
I'm going to give him the drink, when one of his henchmen Scassa punched the pretty face of a boy who had the only crime to speak to him, setting off the homophobia of the Panda's friend.
The henchman does not even stop the order from Mr Panda has to intervene and end the security that brings the three Panda Boys outside the room.
The kid in the lake of blood and is medicated by Francine, before the arrival of the ambulance.
A few hours later I see Mr Panda, alone, asking Ferrotre be able to return.
After all he has done nothing, he says, even tried to stop that asshole, he continues with that Albanian accent that is found.
Ferrotre says it is not stupid and that tonight is better kept out. Then Mr Panda
hands him a wad of banknotes. The very fact that two hours before the squid.
I smile thinking of trying to bribe an android: Ferrotre seems to come out directly from the Tekken games, it looks like Brian Fury, inside and out.
It is not designed to be corrupt. At least
so I thought.
Then I saw him take the money and let Mr. Panda.
remain quite surprised. What the fuck makes money if an android?
Li gives his boss here is what he does. The transition from a Ferrotre Giubeca occurs almost immediately after the Panda is entered.
But the surprises do not seem to be over. As soon as the money taken
Giubeca faces Mr Panda, he says something, then pushes him in the parterre.
Where there are two waiting for squid. One is what has been robbed. It comes third, with large and well-defined muscles. Giubeca squid and the two will stand between me and Mr Panda, so I can not see how the guy smashes his face, nor how many of the kicks, when is on the ground. The
leave lying in your blood, insulting, threatening and spitting: this place is now the gay mafia, be careful what you do fucking shit.
Gay Mafia? I wonder.
'Fuck you, ugly fags shit, he says, trying to get up. You've taken with the wrong person.
And you will pay all. Even you, ugly hairy asshole. He tells Giubeca.
then faints.
Giubeca hoisted it on his shoulders and disappeared down the runway.
Dude. They call me from the bench. What
offer me a drink? He asks me a fucking squid.
Mafia gay mafia gay mafia gay, I tell myself before speaking.
What you want, I say, just that it is not vodka ...

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Fabrizio Corona has landed at ' University of Salerno, where I attend the press (and expensive) Master in Journalism.
E 'was a staged pitiful, sorry only for Peter Gomez was there to assist the helpless figure Barbina who made the entire University for calling this idiot to get into the chair.
The shocking thing was that the Crown said it will soon teach economics at a university unidentified. We put things together
:
Economics University

Corona
junk

Mix well.

We stir-fry.

is served the University Itagliana !

Battery Cr2025 Walmart

Fabrizio Corona has landed at ' University of Salerno, where I attend the press (and expensive) Master in Journalism.
E 'was a staged pitiful, sorry only for Peter Gomez was there to assist the helpless figure Barbina who made the entire University for calling this idiot to get into the chair.
The shocking thing was that the Crown said it will soon teach economics at a university unidentified. We put things together
:
Economics University

Corona
junk

Mix well.

We stir-fry.

is served the University Itagliana !