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!
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!
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