Pasta Without Strainer

Crystal Report # 83 Monday

Happy Mondays and that Saint Lucia will preserve the view, that you are more compulsive masturbators.
I hope you spent a weekend at least half of my satisfaction, because otherwise I'm always seems to complain and instead it takes so little to make me happy: a barbaric assault, a couple of free drink card, shopping, immoral and a new government. Looking forward to it, I will tell others and more.

Friday evening, with more than an hour early, arriving with boyfriend in Paladozza where he held the evening of information and renamed the show with considerable bad taste "The dictator of bunga bunga." Despite the dinner reluctantly swallowed the 18 and racing on foot and by bus to get out of the building as soon as possible, the free entertainment and the presence of guests loved as Travaglio, Di Pietro and Vauro, have drawn 'universe and the world are amassing thousands of people outside.
Smadonno a couple of times and, by ripresomi shock, put into action radar mailed which I use when I want to really get into a place. Everyone now controlled the entry and worse, by climbing a wall, followed by a dozen people, put myself out there doing dumb. Meanwhile, those leaving the organization over and over again screaming to go back home to watch the evening or on the internet since the radio is already Paladozza III & IV (they have already come in, 'sti assholes!). To yet another guy who goes out to repeat the nursery rhyme about the sell out, I feel the chance: when you fall in, lock the door that is panic pulled behind keeping it open one inch. Expect to walk away believing it to be closed down and relax, then I turn to the lucky few who stand behind me and in two minutes I organize my band. Count to three, then opens the door and uploading all together! I am the first to enter and the first to be followed by service of order but, surprisingly, my reflexes are still those baby's that 25 years ago played dodgeball (for the record, nobody has ever managed to balloons MAI !) and taking my cat disappears inside the building making me inacciuffabile. Ultras del Bologna wait for me I come to be your gang leader! Posts
exhausted 'is fuck! Recovered Marco, too free, we can get comfortable in the fourth row and enjoy a beautiful sight, full of diverse and interesting work, with social complaints, beautiful music, that rare example of journalism that still remaining true in Italy and more.
Brava Italy of Values \u200b\u200b... next vote, the Radicals remained an orphan, I give it to them.

Saturday day of personal fulfillment in the round because even the vain side to be pampered every now and then. Charges not crazy but at least psychopathic: I took a pair of shoes, a sweater, a pair of trousers and a suit bag and, at least this time, it seems Starmie all right and not as if I had my dress punkabestia trust.
Evening disc. I think it was reopened Pandora's box ... I hope to jump on Saturday or else it becomes routine. The gogo boy is always a dear boy, and now every time I spring 'sti gifts for drinking. Li pulls out of the skimpy shorts and me wearing them longer, so fragrant and hot hot I never know if you run to the bathroom to make me a saw or make a toast to his health ...
exit I found € 50 on the ground. I liked to say to make a bit of envy.
Finished.

Sunday though outside there was a great time calling to do anything, I decided to spend the day in the sauna. Now, for those of you who do not attend some brothels, very little will be able to understand my sense of awe every time someone introduces me to his friend with whom I am well together, at least orally, and about twenty times, under cover of darkness and the turkish bago these replies, "No, no we know ... " with a smile so wide. Here, the sauna is the perfect breeding ground where such incidents have their origin. E 'here that as far as I'm concerned, those indefinable place close encounters of the fourth type after you have swept the previous three, usually just a week before you are presented as 's friend or boyfriend of or the pastor of .
Now, there's a guy's cock eaten me more times than he did not say "mama" and we have never stopped to chat after. But the day I presented him (that time arrived, and 'ndo escape?) If you will pretend not to know, speak, speak if ah!