Friday, now as many nights now, dinner with Pablo, who gives us a hand with the English translations of the pages of the fledgling site. No one knows better than him to translate phrases like "Slayer anal double drive and controller sfrenulamento. Fucks out of the shower as long as lukewarm. Keep out of reach of children. It works with 16 batteries not included.." When one is good at languages \u200b\u200bhas some great advantages and many doors open. And then being used by me as a disadvantage ... Next time we think twice before going to study. Complaint until I personally do not use idiomatic too high or some other similar crimes invented, I continue to use its services.
Saturday, noon to production of a comic book. Someone I know had something. I'm pretty sure of this. I say this because after the second glass of red wine on an empty stomach it was hard to be oriented space-time. I remember only a trapeze hanging from the ceiling, the wine falls into the earth and shoes, two tizie che disegnavano su un muro e tanta, tantissima piscia che mi implorava di venire al mondo. Dopo una bella e barcollante passeggiata al fresco, mi sono ripreso e il resto della serata l'ho passato col moroso che mi ha fatto una bella sorpresa: per la prima volta mi ha portato a mangiare sushi in un posto aperto da poco. Dopo essermi sincerato che non ci fosse solo pesce crudo dato che non sono una otaria, mi sono lasciato condurre in questo bel posticino pieno di altri parrocchiani e gente alternativa. C'era il nastro trasportatore come all'aeroporto, solo molto più piccolo, e ti passavano sotto il naso centinaia di ciotoline con assaggini di qualunque cosa: baccalà fritto, involtini, carne allo spiedo, gamberetti con verdure saltate e centinaia di altre courses. No sewer rats in the oven, however, that the Japanese say they are different from Chinese. Yeah ... I still have to figure out how to distinguish them. At one point he was about to come to me an epileptic seizure in fury to fix those fucking bowls traveling ... To the cry of "Better be envied than pity!", We filled up like ducks for foie gras and eventually we counted 22 to 23 bowls for me and Marco. But next time arrival better trained.
Sunday, has been the fatigue, indigestion will have been Japanese, the fact is that I woke up at noon. Missed the appointment with the gym, let's not lose another point in the program: sauna. Let's say you work for this cost us less trouble ...
Day so-so, but so many people as medium-low. And then it looked like the "Gathering of Passive DOCG Po" there was one, say one m'avesse touched her bottom with a pat, a handful dead, a fingerprint distracted ... nothing! All I had stuck in front of us. What I mean, at least give me the opportunity to move a hand on my side and say a B "No, thank you! Maybe next time, eh?" that does so much good for my self-esteem. Instead, nothing, zero interest. Except for one that looked too perfect synthesis of Tony Blair, and Mr. Bean Margaret Thatcher. Oh no, definitely the British style is not for me. However, if this continues, then I refrain from killing me at the gym exercises for your buttocks. Just know this, and one adapts.
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