Starring: Me ("PEE") and my (now) only friend (call him affectionately "Sgrullo of").
Dialogue (I think) intercepted by the narcotics and vice squad in joint action.
S . Scommessina?
P . But of course (with lots of expression devoured by greed).
brief huddle on the uselessness of football betting. Policy compelling: The cunt of Fig. The twins De Vivo. Ruby heartthrob. Noemi. Sara Tommasi and all of apparatao zoccolame around the rotten miserable ravings of a mentally ill person who governs a country, making us the laughingstock of the third / fourth world. "Sgrullo of" is an anarchist sminchiato, feebly sympathizer Beppe Grillo. But agrees with me (maybe to please) the usefulness of a peaceful demonstration. Hang in the square. All naked and with the meat hanging limp in the wind. Exposed to non-violent public ridicule of the nations, which in turn wilted Nerbini their pudenda and spit on those hideous faces Lombroso.
Then it's back to serious things. The bet.
P . I put Seppi 2-0 (1.66. Ok we lost to Gstaad, but want to leave a set in his kingdom Maffert Bergamo?) Berdych 2-0 (2.10, I figured, I stretched mercilessly that Garcia Lopez) and 2-1 Paire (quoted at 12.00. It 's one of those things that you feel in your skin. I really believe that the French win. Paire is one that has no awe of anybody. It could beat Nadal and lose in listless ease by or against Vassallo Arguello a fisherman sighted in Antigua.).
(15 €, winning about 620.00. Very good.)
S . seeeeee
P . Look, I understand it to court (a insolence of heavy wire impermalosito from "Sgrullo." One of tennis that can count only a dog, Camporese, Forget and Jaime Yzaga). Even football, I mean. So much so that I could begin to cheer on the team, what's his name ... the intfssshs ...
S . (Laughs, but does not include)
P . I play, if you do not want to risk a two out of three recoveries and the bet, no?
S . No, the limit point only 5 € and the other I leave them for another ...
P . Do what you think.
S . (Stresses) Yeah ... it is difficult to get them dry with the set betting is impossible! Limit them to play without a set betting now I see what comes.
P . All right, upstream. Do it myself.
Two steps into the car. I think Hitler was democratically elected by the German people at risk of hitting 180km / h an old man who was traveling at a crawl on her pretty lambretta of 1912. Lele Mora imagine lying on a sofa, surrounded by half-naked maidens squittenti also ready to sell virginity headset smiling and panting muscular decerebration the throne of "men and women" as a mirage of life. And I bet more than infallible. Heck, if (as usual) I want to win € 15/20, at which point I would make a bet on the faint-hearted: Robredo (you want the re-match Fognini can win? His triumph is already good to insult him. To the delight of many and spetazzi neurocerebral phenomenal supporters, who with a brilliant rush chilling call it "sewer"). There would be the ultra-reliable, in the early rounds, Nishi and Vinci . Rely on in the brain of locusts screaming Misha Youzhny . Not to mention the double Errani / Vinci (do not lose against people weaker than them since 1957, I believe). Or, if you want to dream, the couple who will be declared a UNESCO short: Kimiko Date / Romina Sarina Oprandi . The little samurai and plump dove mountain.
At home, at 20.35. Napoleon (the cat) was ingroppando a pillow, fell in love with the little eye. Still excited, I took the neck and sent into the garden.
"Shoo! Go away eecchione, Get a life! Found a cat or I'll castrate without anesthesia Giggi from the butcher. " I heard someone laughing. Maybe my neighbor (very ugly. It looks like a young Jamie Lee Curtis, but with no boobs. Basically a useless thing for the common sentiment. And soon by ministerial decree.). Napoleon has run started slowly and unsteadily, towards the world. Must overcome shyness otherwise never fuck, that. It's not like Satan, who became pregnant for the feline half the town. Five years from stallion. It was my father's pride, Satan. I
of philosophizing reflections: This cat does not look like the tireless pipatore our Sultan. Should I speak to in order to find Lele Mora a cat that does so many problems?
still trying to think of giving birth and ancestral ruminations. On TV there
mouthpiece which is aimed at a blonde troiame freedoms without any shame:
"But you just can not get angry? He fails, eh? And vabbeh.. "
Behold, I now I would vote Bocchino. It 's the sign that I'm crazy, or that this country is sick.
But meanwhile it is too late to play and I knew Berdych. Match started which of course will end up 2-0.
me a little consternation.
today. Lunch. Un'insalatona eat, sad as the face of Juan Chela Ignatio that standing up with the copula Prestigiacomo. Willing to stake at least 2-1 the young man transalpine 12.00. But the match has already begun. Nasty that Minetti (replaced the sense "bitch" on Zanichelli). Sul (prevedibilissimo) set equal, I decide to place it at 6.00. I lodge, and a trembling green screen appears to indicate: site unreachable. Despite a Tremonti. Of intelligence, counterintelligence, or whomever. Forget it, eat a steaming coffee em'avvio the place of alienation. Without thinking about how it will end.
recent history. I see the result.
Paire Benoit-Gilles Simon 6-2 2-6 6-3.
SMS sent to "sgrullo of"
P . Played then?
S . No, the game tonight on Wednesday there are a lot of football games.
P . Ah, the good jerk. But you know that you are really idiot, yes? Just got back from here we go around, doing & Foolish Foolish. We deserve Berlusconi, Bossi and La Russa, and troiame. I'll tell you. What else is worth two people like that?
S . Are you okay?
P . Normal.
me no more answered. And then I pointed out in another message:
Good. However, the next time I feel to bet, I remember that sodomizing a hen. I mean a real chicken, not those who live all'olgettina (also done rhyming couplets).
Dialogue (I think) intercepted by the narcotics and vice squad in joint action.
S . Scommessina?
P . But of course (with lots of expression devoured by greed).
brief huddle on the uselessness of football betting. Policy compelling: The cunt of Fig. The twins De Vivo. Ruby heartthrob. Noemi. Sara Tommasi and all of apparatao zoccolame around the rotten miserable ravings of a mentally ill person who governs a country, making us the laughingstock of the third / fourth world. "Sgrullo of" is an anarchist sminchiato, feebly sympathizer Beppe Grillo. But agrees with me (maybe to please) the usefulness of a peaceful demonstration. Hang in the square. All naked and with the meat hanging limp in the wind. Exposed to non-violent public ridicule of the nations, which in turn wilted Nerbini their pudenda and spit on those hideous faces Lombroso.
Then it's back to serious things. The bet.
P . I put Seppi 2-0 (1.66. Ok we lost to Gstaad, but want to leave a set in his kingdom Maffert Bergamo?) Berdych 2-0 (2.10, I figured, I stretched mercilessly that Garcia Lopez) and 2-1 Paire (quoted at 12.00. It 's one of those things that you feel in your skin. I really believe that the French win. Paire is one that has no awe of anybody. It could beat Nadal and lose in listless ease by or against Vassallo Arguello a fisherman sighted in Antigua.).
(15 €, winning about 620.00. Very good.)
S . seeeeee
P . Look, I understand it to court (a insolence of heavy wire impermalosito from "Sgrullo." One of tennis that can count only a dog, Camporese, Forget and Jaime Yzaga). Even football, I mean. So much so that I could begin to cheer on the team, what's his name ... the intfssshs ...
S . (Laughs, but does not include)
P . I play, if you do not want to risk a two out of three recoveries and the bet, no?
S . No, the limit point only 5 € and the other I leave them for another ...
P . Do what you think.
S . (Stresses) Yeah ... it is difficult to get them dry with the set betting is impossible! Limit them to play without a set betting now I see what comes.
P . All right, upstream. Do it myself.
Two steps into the car. I think Hitler was democratically elected by the German people at risk of hitting 180km / h an old man who was traveling at a crawl on her pretty lambretta of 1912. Lele Mora imagine lying on a sofa, surrounded by half-naked maidens squittenti also ready to sell virginity headset smiling and panting muscular decerebration the throne of "men and women" as a mirage of life. And I bet more than infallible. Heck, if (as usual) I want to win € 15/20, at which point I would make a bet on the faint-hearted: Robredo (you want the re-match Fognini can win? His triumph is already good to insult him. To the delight of many and spetazzi neurocerebral phenomenal supporters, who with a brilliant rush chilling call it "sewer"). There would be the ultra-reliable, in the early rounds, Nishi and Vinci . Rely on in the brain of locusts screaming Misha Youzhny . Not to mention the double Errani / Vinci (do not lose against people weaker than them since 1957, I believe). Or, if you want to dream, the couple who will be declared a UNESCO short: Kimiko Date / Romina Sarina Oprandi . The little samurai and plump dove mountain.
At home, at 20.35. Napoleon (the cat) was ingroppando a pillow, fell in love with the little eye. Still excited, I took the neck and sent into the garden.
"Shoo! Go away eecchione, Get a life! Found a cat or I'll castrate without anesthesia Giggi from the butcher. " I heard someone laughing. Maybe my neighbor (very ugly. It looks like a young Jamie Lee Curtis, but with no boobs. Basically a useless thing for the common sentiment. And soon by ministerial decree.). Napoleon has run started slowly and unsteadily, towards the world. Must overcome shyness otherwise never fuck, that. It's not like Satan, who became pregnant for the feline half the town. Five years from stallion. It was my father's pride, Satan. I
of philosophizing reflections: This cat does not look like the tireless pipatore our Sultan. Should I speak to in order to find Lele Mora a cat that does so many problems?
still trying to think of giving birth and ancestral ruminations. On TV there
mouthpiece which is aimed at a blonde troiame freedoms without any shame:
"But you just can not get angry? He fails, eh? And vabbeh.. "
Behold, I now I would vote Bocchino. It 's the sign that I'm crazy, or that this country is sick.
But meanwhile it is too late to play and I knew Berdych. Match started which of course will end up 2-0.
me a little consternation.
today. Lunch. Un'insalatona eat, sad as the face of Juan Chela Ignatio that standing up with the copula Prestigiacomo. Willing to stake at least 2-1 the young man transalpine 12.00. But the match has already begun. Nasty that Minetti (replaced the sense "bitch" on Zanichelli). Sul (prevedibilissimo) set equal, I decide to place it at 6.00. I lodge, and a trembling green screen appears to indicate: site unreachable. Despite a Tremonti. Of intelligence, counterintelligence, or whomever. Forget it, eat a steaming coffee em'avvio the place of alienation. Without thinking about how it will end.
recent history. I see the result.
Paire Benoit-Gilles Simon 6-2 2-6 6-3.
SMS sent to "sgrullo of"
P . Played then?
S . No, the game tonight on Wednesday there are a lot of football games.
P . Ah, the good jerk. But you know that you are really idiot, yes? Just got back from here we go around, doing & Foolish Foolish. We deserve Berlusconi, Bossi and La Russa, and troiame. I'll tell you. What else is worth two people like that?
S . Are you okay?
P . Normal.
me no more answered. And then I pointed out in another message:
Good. However, the next time I feel to bet, I remember that sodomizing a hen. I mean a real chicken, not those who live all'olgettina (also done rhyming couplets).
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