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to say keep the morale in heels

I'm a little depressed.
Today I went to Rome.
Okay, it's not that I thought I'd be going to Rome offered a job in a newspaper but actually closer look at the Sacramento Bee has done a real hard shake my already lame expansionist in Belgium.
I mean mo 'I want instead of Kriek Frascati.
But also because, you know, beer is considered the liquid while the wine is good pressure.
However, mo 'that I'm back in this valley of tears napulitane keep morale under the heels of his boots blue even though I started to show the Romans that I know sometimes I dress well, if you do not have to run below to Di Pietro .
And to confirm this (not that I know to dress well, eh, but the fact that I keep the morale in the heels - no, because here it is best to clarify because in the end, since I palesai with those torn jeans Berlusconi to go to the assembly of Confindustria, everybody knows that I dress like a longshoreman but I thought of having to go to the march of the unemployed, not it was my fault! - Aspe, but the industrialists are not unemployed? Buò goes, Jamma annànz) just think that when the return nell'Intercity I broke the spring moleskine I did not even cursed a god of the city and the immensity and then a gentleman when I fucked the trolley Haret 'a cap I I did not even too vigorously advanced the claim of his sudden death sentence. Pure
because I wanted the place booked up and if I were as sure as I keep my helmet menavo down the window height of Itri, extolling Mussolini to the ability to act on the time zone of the State railway.
's why I do not keep anything funny to say but to let understand the pains of the young Trieste we reproduce below excerpts of two conversations took place earlier on that the second son of the devil that is Facebook bed with two of my distinguished colleague from Naples. Whose identity, of course, will be kept secret because here, in addition to the mozzarella di bufala DOP, we defend well as privacy.


Conversation (1)

Him: Look, you're in limbo! You can no longer do now fravecatrice the market, but you can still make the professional. What are you doing?
Me: The bitter oranges.

Conversation (2)

him: We must get away while we're on time, that sadness yesterday. I saw the opening of Year Zero, the scene of the clashes, when Christ has put the Italian flag on the ground in front of the rapid ... I started crying like a bitch, do not take it anymore, I'm exhausted, that country shit.
Me: ...

And I did not answer.