Mh mh
Ok, ok, I'd say okay.
I digested fairly the call. And the fact that my manager (yes, yes, I talk to you Roscia of shit, who will never read this post, but know by heart, that I begin to believe that Manuel had fucking right when you called ... and I dare say bocchivendola which is little) is a great pity that bitch ^ ^
the wrong person to play and now ... returns boomerang back on the precise and merciless. Aaaaah, the satisfactions of life
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I'd say it's good enough that this cycle has stalled a bit 'and he stopped doing the infamous, I would say that it was now too. And it's good enough that slowly begin to understand many things about people around me.
People that I look for in a shameless only because "I have a home," people friendly friend, is gone just because they managed to infilarmisi in bed (fortunately I would say at this point), amiably with glissando phrases Gryffindor betrayed, would say Blaise
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Apart from anything between two days and I will have salary credited to my little personal satisfaction will make me a beautiful Christmas tree and gifts under the infilarmici *.* I think that thanks to the last days, the list of gifts to make will be halved. Or at least, know who to trim the "crap" series "so it's the thought that counts, and yes, it is an obligation for me to give you a gift ..."
poetic, less than five days from Christmas, yes.
illuminating as a series of lights for the crib.
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and look forward to my nice pink sheet *.* Friday the driving school is waiting for me for the first pennies *.*
once patented Marcellina I think I see with binoculars.
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and be stupid, but my lamp glitter makes me homesick.
I'm going to write and make myself a cup of tea for dinner.
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