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Report # 85 Monday

Il lavoro continua a frapporsi fra me e la vita... Sono sicuro che deve averlo inventato il marchese De Sade come suprema sevizia da inserire nelle 120 giornate di Sodoma . Me lo vedo, mentre si arrovella per cercare di farsi venire in mente qualcosa di assolutamente depravato per le fanciulle sequestrate ai vizi dei lussuriosi. Dopo averle picchiate, deflorate, chiavate in culo, torturate, cosparse di rifiuti umani e mutilate, il divin marchese si sarà chiesto "E mò?" ("Et mau?" nella versione originale). Poi il colpo di genio, la violenza suprema: tutte assunte a tempo indeterminato e impiegate in un ufficio amministrativo! "Buahahahaha!" (Risata sadanica, uguale in francese).
Poi però, dormitaci una notte sopra, avrà pensato che no, non poteva arrive at such cruelty and changed the ending making them all die.
I guess I should write SPOILER WARNING! before starting this post ... Maybe someone wanted to read the book or is doing now or is locked inside a castle with the sexual predators, and did not want to know the ending ...
Ok, now it's late and I have shit on Monday.

Friday, seratina a lot of fun and rewarding, only partially damaged in the final dinner at home with friends, chatting and laughter, good wine and, of course, gossip about the rest of the world outside that kitchen. But just about all! So a little thing really fun. Then in Danila
reminded us of a practice match at Taboo. But I'm allergic to everything can not be said, is particularly difficult to even try for a board game and I lost both rounds ... Oh well that I'm lucky in love, but at least every now and then I'd like to destroy your friends and see them cry in front of my triumph.
Sorry, maybe this Monday is just too much shit ...

Saturday, the morning of the ordinary went on to help the boyfriend in his work between surveys, measurements, calculations and estimates of large four-digit natural bumps. If you're wondering, no, does the designer underwear Rocco Siffredi. Evening
Loffa in hard, too many consecutive Saturdays we go, we need to change music. And not just us, also the DJ of Club Red would do well to freshen up the disks that make up. Do you have anything more recent Uh la la la Alexia, and sfaccimma! Meanwhile on the track I
an almost mystical: a long long time and that guy will be weighed 67 grams with the whole package of Tic Tac in his pocket, he dances in the most absurd I've ever seen, basically a Native American rain dance revisited by Michael Jackson. After his death.
The look does not pass unnoticed in a lumberjack shirt and red bricks blacks but with two large Swarovski applied to the tips of the collar make it as macho Orietta Berti after mononucleosis.
Before you leave, usually around in the dark only for reasons of study. But it 's all essay, ah if I finish!
me, I am leaning back against the wall putting rescued the family fortune (they are two months that anyone, even the octogenarian who lives downstairs, I want to put him in the ass and I do not know why!) When a shadow threatening me square on the side. Skip the usual funny guy who turns on the phone to see who's around and the screen magically light is reflected from the shirt next to me: is he, Orietta!
The rainbow that projected for the whole two seconds in the dark must giving him enough time to decide what they wanted. He began to stretch their hands and take control of my manhood (which becomes hard by default, even if it is caressed by lice ...). My boyfriend gives me a nudge and I suavente whispers in his ear "What sucks! Get rid of them and to invent an excuse."
- Me: "Sorry but I'm with my boyfriend and we just apartments ..."
- Pseudo-Orietta: "But I have seen ... that primae furboo turn his eyes ... You do not count me giustaaa! Do Cossack in the tree-and I know ioo", chanting all as was an eternal dance remix of his thoughts.
- Me: "Yes, but ... how to say tonight? To my boyfriend does not go ..."
- PO: "And that importaa Is it a problem saiii? Maybe I'll a little nipple-o and he looks and bastaa diciii ... that?"
- Me: "No, really look, we're going ..."
- OP: "But daai, not there ... Let's eat-or at least a few words here fuoriii. My name Piiter. But just as you write the rule, not Peeeter!" I am sure that, when struck in the dark, the sheep Dolly (God rest his soul ...) bleating the same way.
- Me: "With two I??"
- PO: "Noooo, a solaaa: Piiii-i-ter."
I left there that was trying to board another immediately afterwards with a "Ciaoooooooo."
From a single Or, of course ...