Beloved,
actually are quite a few 'days that does not soil the virtual canvas of my blog with a reasoned and careful selection of its news articles, and others, but the improper fact is that I was a little busy to blaspheme the saints and the dead saints for that matter the lack of liquidity due to unemployment and we already know a little because in the end I also keep a social life and sometimes I have to go down home.
mean, I've got to show people that I just do not go to middle-aged men with type Mastella but also young people in perfect health erection or at least not yet need to ask their wives if they lend a bit of dye.
However, Sunday morning I went for my newspaper to follow the marathon charity Race for the Cure to the square of the Plebiscite.
And it was there, including a coffee and a cigarette, a question and answers, and a iastemma and a curse to the metabolism of Maria Grazia Cucinotta, who stuffs himself with anti almond paste, a figure of shit and the other for exchanging the Napoli goalkeeper Gennaro Iezzo for tronista Maria De Filippi and his daughter Lino Banfi Lino Banfi, which I thought maybe perhaps this morning, before declining to go and see who is now the mayoral candidate of the Democratic Party, it was better if I put a little to update the blog.
And here I am.
Today, however, before starting with the letters, I would like to offer my advice for a moment a purchase.
So, go with the advice on the purchase!
With this valuable tool, In fact, you can be sure every day of the holy iastemmare at the right time because otherwise you run the serious risk of the holy iastemmare wrong, say, that day might be on vacation or otherwise by service and then you will have iastemmato unnecessarily.
After that, I'd say go to the press itself.
_Sigla_
Before we begin, I need a premise. In
to date there are only pieces, but also highly topical articles older tendenzialemnete because this is my blog and I do the press a little 'how the hell I want.
So, first, because I know many of you were in my thoughts, I wanted to reassure you that Silvio Berlusconi has worked and is now well in hand, so you may as well stop gufare, also because here in this article is not clear which hand to the prime minister has undergone surgery so if you continue to gufare guferete nonsense and we run the risk that Berlusconi is, as I know, Parkinson's, and so begin to palpate shackerate do a little 'putting seriously everywhere threaten the stability of the government.
Then, again because I know you were in my thoughts, I just wanted to say that Materazzi's grandmother is unwell and that his illness is in no either way connected to the hand of Prime Minister (both healthy one made) nor that of his nephew but a shameful attempt of robbery.
After these that are clearly dramatic news I would say to switch to lighter topics.
And this piece, to be precise, we speak of lightness and journalists of the Republic informs us about the results of a study on the basis of which seems to keep the lights on the bedside table at night makes you fat.
Mo ', although the study was conducted on mice, I can safely say that it also applies to the whores in these years as supporting the view that keeping the lights on on the night makes you fat, but not only themselves but also their partners, as well as it look like much less the lover and make them more obvious defects, stomp in the first place.
But now we move on to the property market.
So I do not know if everyone know that a derogation is in Naples to the national law on burials according to which, in a nutshell, it is possible to exhume the bodies of the dead and buried in a shorter time than in the rest of Italy.
This is not because we are in Naples 'or sun' or sea, and then the bodies to dry before but always in Naples because there are more lawyers who not only thieves but also more deaths than tombs, and so we strives to find solutions to the problem.
In that regard, I must admit that I, although in Naples, I do not feel very involved in the matter because it is equipped with super powers when the time comes I'll turn into a pizza I'll eat fried and Barack Obama visit to Naples, so , if luck helps me a little, and the American president is also attacked by the typical traveler's constipation, I crown the dream of leaving the United States.
Or, again when the time comes and not before, all those who come here to Naples and then east like him.
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