Monday, March 29, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Like Spcentral For Pc
Everyday is a new marriage "
enough talking.
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www.treehugger.com
www.sophieellisbextor.net
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Bloated Stomach And Citalopram
myspace, texas
after we / I data to do so, here it is there our myspace page: the desert.
just sand and some lone cowboy.
tonight I decided to take a ride on myspace.
yesterday, after reopening my facebook (only for a charitable purpose), it occurred to me that other social networks that once I used
: myspace note.
also closed after closed facebook.
I found myself faced with an endless expanse of nothing.
's robbed. missing photos. Feedback months old.
login even older.
I felt like a tourist who comes across one of those legendary ghost town of South America.
if I think about how long I spent in putting in place those Fotini, to choose the music most proper and choose a nick that I did remember, I remember that I could move at least three occasions.
I must admit, dear readers, who are quite disappointed, I was not expecting that after my departure virtual
myspace would die with me.
still remember them the time of the myspace party, times when I walked into the house of retired
unknown and find what two days before you made the request, which then had discovered the musical tastes and their preferences later films.
you in love with her blog, written at six in the morning (which is always cool).
you bother to change the picture so you see through the others top friends.
those good old days.
the word social network did not even know what that meant.
was the first time that we could us the cocks of others in absolute freedom and allowing others to make our
with equal aplomb.
watching those same profiles can not even recognize the same faces of those years.
perhaps because in the past largely to drinking.
there are people who do not fit on your profile since last summer.
there. I've seen.
with a slight bitterness, I shrugged my shoulders at Jil Sander and very melancholy
I urge you to ask "how is my myspace page?"
salut 
after we / I data to do so, here it is there our myspace page: the desert.
just sand and some lone cowboy.
tonight I decided to take a ride on myspace.
yesterday, after reopening my facebook (only for a charitable purpose), it occurred to me that other social networks that once I used
: myspace note.
also closed after closed facebook.
I found myself faced with an endless expanse of nothing.
's robbed. missing photos. Feedback months old.
login even older.
I felt like a tourist who comes across one of those legendary ghost town of South America.
if I think about how long I spent in putting in place those Fotini, to choose the music most proper and choose a nick that I did remember, I remember that I could move at least three occasions.
I must admit, dear readers, who are quite disappointed, I was not expecting that after my departure virtual
myspace would die with me.
still remember them the time of the myspace party, times when I walked into the house of retired
unknown and find what two days before you made the request, which then had discovered the musical tastes and their preferences later films.
you in love with her blog, written at six in the morning (which is always cool).
you bother to change the picture so you see through the others top friends.
those good old days.
the word social network did not even know what that meant.
was the first time that we could us the cocks of others in absolute freedom and allowing others to make our
with equal aplomb.
watching those same profiles can not even recognize the same faces of those years.
perhaps because in the past largely to drinking.
there are people who do not fit on your profile since last summer.
there. I've seen.
with a slight bitterness, I shrugged my shoulders at Jil Sander and very melancholy
I urge you to ask "how is my myspace page?"
salut
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Where Do You Buy Nitrous Oxide Whippets
The Merry Wives
This is a story that secretly a witch in Serbian
will not tell you, that tells
but now I want
in honor of that dream
that one day in Village
notify me of the crime.
spells and secrets were well hidden
at that time were silent when the same prelates.
"Justice be done," the crowd shouted that
of them already sent to hell hoped.
order the Villagers were at that fire, but none of the bystanders did
account of that furious
grin on his face that had well ... The three
rejoiced
fire as a great game. The rest
write as well as the witch
dear to me the story ...
This is a story of millions of years ago, which occurred in a distant time, when the three Village Merry Wives lived. They cooked for all people, and their appearance commanded great respect. No one could ever set foot in their kitchen, was known only for all to delight of succulent dishes through which the rest of the hours were marked by sweet dreams of gold. Impossible know the ingredients, much less guess what is really lurking behind those pretty faces. They were really beautiful, and each characterized by a particular sensuality, only three women so offered some variety, which seemed to be inextricable ... Nobody would be able to choose: they seemed together, one being rare.
laughter from the kitchen, and that joy was really contagious. For many years, peace and harmony reigned in the Village, and the emergence of problems seemed to be impossible. Delicious food, fun, comfort, justice and offered the three women without asking anything in return. Alas, nothing is forever ... An old woman
careful you do not ever trust of the three, and so the spy long without being exposed to unnecessary dangers. Investigating the Merry Wives discovered that they could only company in the miraculous by deception. In fact, pretending to respect the rights of all and developing principles of fairness and justice, no one realized that in reality through strange rituals and spells, did they be forgotten that the Truth ... Seemed to dissolve between the scents of delicious dishes and beautiful melodies in the notes of tribals. All comforted by the idea of \u200b\u200bnot guilty, the people were already so happy, and waving their limbs like madmen shrugged off responsibility and concern as they could ... Careful
old woman noticed the deception and by cheating achieved his goal ... The three did not pay much attention to what is around you say, because even if someone had uttered a disgrace, they would readily `s pulverized with a ritual. Underestimated the sweet old woman that one day they came asking for comfort ... with a broken heart, the poor thing said about her pain, while the three already busy in a potion, made her sit on a big chair. The old woman fell asleep and so cleverly in the kitchen is prohibited. The Merry Wives thinking of going to bed so that the 'harmless old woman hurt even a fly could have done. But no sooner had she jumped away with the chair and leave it in the pantry went. At first I could not believe his eyes: the truth does not disappear into thin air! Millions of cans and bottles filled the shelves, and millions were also labels: "The lies of the real vile," "The true story of Mr. M.," "The pain for the missing son of Mrs. J. ',' L ' hatred for the wife of Mr. T., "The goodness of Spider-Man," "Perversion stolen from a passing rogue" and so on. Everything was much more gruesome than the careful old lady had imagined, and almost thought he fainted when he read a label marked "" The real murderess's mom Bambi "... Incredible what the three were able!
which recovered quickly from what has just been discovered, the old woman understood the meaning of everything: The Merry Wives stealing people's feelings to use them and combine them great pleasure as they did ... This is found to support everything and its opposite at the same time ...
What could be done to teach them a lesson? The old woman decided to immediately get back on the giant chair and pretend to be asleep, while the three that would also return. He meanwhile decided what to do ...
After many hours of meditation, she was quite clear: the three Villagers stole the feelings to others because in reality they were free, but because their minds were not good, mingled So enough with all malice ... get rid of all cans and bottles of Truth, or better yet, break them all and release their contents forever. That same evening, saying that his poor bones would have never allowed it to rise up and even get off the chair, he was able to stay in the kitchen again. The three went on, and soon became impossible to hear their footsteps away, the old woman again with a leap jump from the chair and rushed into the pantry started launching the millions of bottles and cans out to the courtyard, which by so doing broke down very easily ... All
then awoke to a painful awakening, while the three witches writhing with a scream contagious.
was so that he could reign al'improvviso the Truth and could execute the three Godmothers ... but their souls had long been sold and is burned alive is not enough to eliminate their bad. So the flames they went only a new gift, certain that their art over the centuries would have gone forward, because widely loved by the people ... This was the true story of three lost souls whose Merry Wives do not forget to them always with courage face. 
This is a story that secretly a witch in Serbian
will not tell you, that tells
but now I want
in honor of that dream
that one day in Village
notify me of the crime.
spells and secrets were well hidden
at that time were silent when the same prelates.
"Justice be done," the crowd shouted that
of them already sent to hell hoped.
order the Villagers were at that fire, but none of the bystanders did
account of that furious
grin on his face that had well ... The three
rejoiced
fire as a great game. The rest
write as well as the witch
dear to me the story ...
This is a story of millions of years ago, which occurred in a distant time, when the three Village Merry Wives lived. They cooked for all people, and their appearance commanded great respect. No one could ever set foot in their kitchen, was known only for all to delight of succulent dishes through which the rest of the hours were marked by sweet dreams of gold. Impossible know the ingredients, much less guess what is really lurking behind those pretty faces. They were really beautiful, and each characterized by a particular sensuality, only three women so offered some variety, which seemed to be inextricable ... Nobody would be able to choose: they seemed together, one being rare.
laughter from the kitchen, and that joy was really contagious. For many years, peace and harmony reigned in the Village, and the emergence of problems seemed to be impossible. Delicious food, fun, comfort, justice and offered the three women without asking anything in return. Alas, nothing is forever ... An old woman
careful you do not ever trust of the three, and so the spy long without being exposed to unnecessary dangers. Investigating the Merry Wives discovered that they could only company in the miraculous by deception. In fact, pretending to respect the rights of all and developing principles of fairness and justice, no one realized that in reality through strange rituals and spells, did they be forgotten that the Truth ... Seemed to dissolve between the scents of delicious dishes and beautiful melodies in the notes of tribals. All comforted by the idea of \u200b\u200bnot guilty, the people were already so happy, and waving their limbs like madmen shrugged off responsibility and concern as they could ... Careful
old woman noticed the deception and by cheating achieved his goal ... The three did not pay much attention to what is around you say, because even if someone had uttered a disgrace, they would readily `s pulverized with a ritual. Underestimated the sweet old woman that one day they came asking for comfort ... with a broken heart, the poor thing said about her pain, while the three already busy in a potion, made her sit on a big chair. The old woman fell asleep and so cleverly in the kitchen is prohibited. The Merry Wives thinking of going to bed so that the 'harmless old woman hurt even a fly could have done. But no sooner had she jumped away with the chair and leave it in the pantry went. At first I could not believe his eyes: the truth does not disappear into thin air! Millions of cans and bottles filled the shelves, and millions were also labels: "The lies of the real vile," "The true story of Mr. M.," "The pain for the missing son of Mrs. J. ',' L ' hatred for the wife of Mr. T., "The goodness of Spider-Man," "Perversion stolen from a passing rogue" and so on. Everything was much more gruesome than the careful old lady had imagined, and almost thought he fainted when he read a label marked "" The real murderess's mom Bambi "... Incredible what the three were able!
which recovered quickly from what has just been discovered, the old woman understood the meaning of everything: The Merry Wives stealing people's feelings to use them and combine them great pleasure as they did ... This is found to support everything and its opposite at the same time ...
What could be done to teach them a lesson? The old woman decided to immediately get back on the giant chair and pretend to be asleep, while the three that would also return. He meanwhile decided what to do ...
After many hours of meditation, she was quite clear: the three Villagers stole the feelings to others because in reality they were free, but because their minds were not good, mingled So enough with all malice ... get rid of all cans and bottles of Truth, or better yet, break them all and release their contents forever. That same evening, saying that his poor bones would have never allowed it to rise up and even get off the chair, he was able to stay in the kitchen again. The three went on, and soon became impossible to hear their footsteps away, the old woman again with a leap jump from the chair and rushed into the pantry started launching the millions of bottles and cans out to the courtyard, which by so doing broke down very easily ... All
then awoke to a painful awakening, while the three witches writhing with a scream contagious.
was so that he could reign al'improvviso the Truth and could execute the three Godmothers ... but their souls had long been sold and is burned alive is not enough to eliminate their bad. So the flames they went only a new gift, certain that their art over the centuries would have gone forward, because widely loved by the people ... This was the true story of three lost souls whose Merry Wives do not forget to them always with courage face.
Monday, March 8, 2010
How To Cut Churidar Tutorial
-56
I promised a great "logbook" in anticipation of the large expatriate and instead of less than 56, when it officially began countdown, I have not had a moment to breathe, I was left with just eight days left in which, incidentally, I have a billion and a half things to do.
If I were to summarize in a few words as soon as the days passed without a doubt I'd use the following: "stand-by stoned exacerbated by an uncontrollable increase in decibels with manifest signs of insanity and alternating states of mood." In one word: crazy!!
If I were asked also to describe the days spent by referring to objects that have made the most part, I would immediately think of a division into stages with a single constant: the suitcases.
The first phase of the call: Gorm. The
gormiti, air, earth, water and volcano has kept me company for most days since. All or almost all around me, appeared to be plagued by the presence of these small, fanciful puppets with names unlikely. First the little man of the house that, except for a brief revival in the land of carnival Power Rangers, waking up every morning I wished a good morning with a heavy "Vuulcaaaannnnuuuuuus, I will defeat you with my" bucazioni "piercing that freezing the fire does not go out because you can fly and shoot flaming balls of water (do not ask or how to ask). " After that, the little princess wild with its little steps still too uncertain, I followed him with roars of the volume of which was directly proportional to the quantity of dolls on hand.
So far there is nothing unusual except that some adults also began to suffer from split personality by discovering the Gorm which lived in him by name even more unlikely. And so I discovered that we even have a family tree "Gormita piritus" and a "Gormiti solleticus. Was missing a "Gormiti cacculus and a pus" to vomit until landing on Canadian soil. Needless to say how difficult the task was not to disperse in the land of Gorm spent four years trying to make a baby a civil and a little vulgar creature. During
"Gormiti" there was always the case. We have changed three houses, once took the bus to move from one city to another (I never wanted to experience that again after forcing 40 passengers to hear 100 times "I am soooogniii desiiiideeeeriiii of feeeeliiiicitàààà ..." in vain attempt that the small-Gormita Cinderella took sleeping), fulfills many duties in the forthcoming departure and done and unpacked a dozen times.
The days are spent in this way and so while the folders of documents were filled with leaves collected on the right and left, my phone rang almost always in vain in the hope that I answered, my throat and my ears were going haywire again in 100 to 200 times the phrases: "Children calm down. Get off the chair. Get off the table. Do not quarrel. Game of hands, playing villains. Baaaasta. Baaaaaastaaaa. Baaaaaaaaaaastaaaaaaa "
At one point, I could not indicate the exact chronological time in Gormita piritus has been replaced by something in the eyes of a naive mother undertook to organize the expatriation of the century might seem like a simple ball. Something halfway between a table tennis ball (which you can also call table tennis ping pong, but always is!) And a vulgar ball.
It looked like a ball. That little ball was in fact just like an oyster could do a pearl of the universe. A universe of names even more strange, those who can not remember, type: brick gate for a game that reminds you of the similarities of the most famous Bill but, alas, does not make you earn a penny.
For those who have not had the pleasure of knowing, we are talking about BAKUGAN!! Hence the name of the second phase.
The differences between the first and the second would not be very many if not these fucking balls, as well as little monsters, hidden within them even smaller magnets can be rimbecillire even the most patient of parents. The screams described above, therefore, have been added phrases such as "I can not find my bakugan !!!"," Seek "," but I can not find! E 'fallen under the fridge and not find it anymore "So, here is six adults with crazy asses bridge to find a bakugan under the refrigerator, armed with wooden spoon in a vain attempt to detach from the base of the refrigerator more than a ball a deaf old AIS has not the slightest intention to break away from the only screw that holds the entire system. A couple of times I wanted to be like that AIS.
Or worse still, watching the child sitting at the table complained about having lost her precious friend and not being able to understand what there is wrong with that picture of your child, which should instead be familiar only to find that it is normal that the stainless steel fork and popped a mega Porretto bakugan ... Found!
And meanwhile the days have flown up to the February 25, the date on which the vaccine was expected for months, the last of the little princess vaccine: MMR + V. One might wonder why they decided to split quell'acronimo adding a silly sign +. E 'in the cross that holds the secret mystery. The doctors did not tell you that for fear that it may decide not to submit to the small injection.
That's not a +, but a real cross. It 's a sign, a symbol of how your life might take a turn for the worse in 15 (fifteen days) following the administration of the vaccine. First, to explain it is that MMR Measles, Mumps and Rubella. + Stands for the cross and V is for Varicella.
Svegliatami after just three hours of sleep, I loaded the kids in the car (always the case below) to go to Palermo, in the middle vaccines to be more exact. Here is a lovely woman in her fifties, before bringing the little princess in her early trauma, he explained pretty well what we are going to do. Then, laughing in his sleeve, he added that within 15 days (as well as no! ") Could have been present following symptoms: fever, irritability, lack of appetite, joint pain, dots scattered throughout the body. Finally: "If you were to check the pustolina on the side of the varicella vaccine, knowing that the child is contagious!" Well. Among gormiti, bakugan, suitcases and mileage as if nothing had happened, my naive little brain has decided to dwell on one phrase, "as well as no!"
spent the first week, even in the midst of the madness described at length, I took a first sigh of relief. However, as my sighs of relief similar to the Aboriginal boomerang, so here I found myself on the whole weight of those words unconsciously avoided. The days are so different and yet all the same were complemented by an almost sleepless night the first of the small sacrifice. In order have sprung up: the febbriciattola, joint pain, resulting in irritability, a series of dots around the face of color and different sizes and last but not least, the varicella PUSTOLINA!! Fuck! The child is not only contagious but also has stomach problems!
And here I am, just over 5 minutes, less than eight days from start to share this relaxing parentheses waiting for the big adventure begins well for us. Who do you imagine me in a water aerobics class, a massage, and a "fancazzismo" spread knows that life has confirmed to me a great lesson: "Never make plans for the worst because there is no end and the ways of providence are endless."
If I were to summarize in a few words as soon as the days passed without a doubt I'd use the following: "stand-by stoned exacerbated by an uncontrollable increase in decibels with manifest signs of insanity and alternating states of mood." In one word: crazy!!
If I were asked also to describe the days spent by referring to objects that have made the most part, I would immediately think of a division into stages with a single constant: the suitcases.
The first phase of the call: Gorm. The
gormiti, air, earth, water and volcano has kept me company for most days since. All or almost all around me, appeared to be plagued by the presence of these small, fanciful puppets with names unlikely. First the little man of the house that, except for a brief revival in the land of carnival Power Rangers, waking up every morning I wished a good morning with a heavy "Vuulcaaaannnnuuuuuus, I will defeat you with my" bucazioni "piercing that freezing the fire does not go out because you can fly and shoot flaming balls of water (do not ask or how to ask). " After that, the little princess wild with its little steps still too uncertain, I followed him with roars of the volume of which was directly proportional to the quantity of dolls on hand.
So far there is nothing unusual except that some adults also began to suffer from split personality by discovering the Gorm which lived in him by name even more unlikely. And so I discovered that we even have a family tree "Gormita piritus" and a "Gormiti solleticus. Was missing a "Gormiti cacculus and a pus" to vomit until landing on Canadian soil. Needless to say how difficult the task was not to disperse in the land of Gorm spent four years trying to make a baby a civil and a little vulgar creature. During
"Gormiti" there was always the case. We have changed three houses, once took the bus to move from one city to another (I never wanted to experience that again after forcing 40 passengers to hear 100 times "I am soooogniii desiiiideeeeriiii of feeeeliiiicitàààà ..." in vain attempt that the small-Gormita Cinderella took sleeping), fulfills many duties in the forthcoming departure and done and unpacked a dozen times.
The days are spent in this way and so while the folders of documents were filled with leaves collected on the right and left, my phone rang almost always in vain in the hope that I answered, my throat and my ears were going haywire again in 100 to 200 times the phrases: "Children calm down. Get off the chair. Get off the table. Do not quarrel. Game of hands, playing villains. Baaaasta. Baaaaaastaaaa. Baaaaaaaaaaastaaaaaaa "
At one point, I could not indicate the exact chronological time in Gormita piritus has been replaced by something in the eyes of a naive mother undertook to organize the expatriation of the century might seem like a simple ball. Something halfway between a table tennis ball (which you can also call table tennis ping pong, but always is!) And a vulgar ball.
It looked like a ball. That little ball was in fact just like an oyster could do a pearl of the universe. A universe of names even more strange, those who can not remember, type: brick gate for a game that reminds you of the similarities of the most famous Bill but, alas, does not make you earn a penny.
For those who have not had the pleasure of knowing, we are talking about BAKUGAN!! Hence the name of the second phase.
The differences between the first and the second would not be very many if not these fucking balls, as well as little monsters, hidden within them even smaller magnets can be rimbecillire even the most patient of parents. The screams described above, therefore, have been added phrases such as "I can not find my bakugan !!!"," Seek "," but I can not find! E 'fallen under the fridge and not find it anymore "So, here is six adults with crazy asses bridge to find a bakugan under the refrigerator, armed with wooden spoon in a vain attempt to detach from the base of the refrigerator more than a ball a deaf old AIS has not the slightest intention to break away from the only screw that holds the entire system. A couple of times I wanted to be like that AIS.
Or worse still, watching the child sitting at the table complained about having lost her precious friend and not being able to understand what there is wrong with that picture of your child, which should instead be familiar only to find that it is normal that the stainless steel fork and popped a mega Porretto bakugan ... Found!
And meanwhile the days have flown up to the February 25, the date on which the vaccine was expected for months, the last of the little princess vaccine: MMR + V. One might wonder why they decided to split quell'acronimo adding a silly sign +. E 'in the cross that holds the secret mystery. The doctors did not tell you that for fear that it may decide not to submit to the small injection.
That's not a +, but a real cross. It 's a sign, a symbol of how your life might take a turn for the worse in 15 (fifteen days) following the administration of the vaccine. First, to explain it is that MMR Measles, Mumps and Rubella. + Stands for the cross and V is for Varicella.
Svegliatami after just three hours of sleep, I loaded the kids in the car (always the case below) to go to Palermo, in the middle vaccines to be more exact. Here is a lovely woman in her fifties, before bringing the little princess in her early trauma, he explained pretty well what we are going to do. Then, laughing in his sleeve, he added that within 15 days (as well as no! ") Could have been present following symptoms: fever, irritability, lack of appetite, joint pain, dots scattered throughout the body. Finally: "If you were to check the pustolina on the side of the varicella vaccine, knowing that the child is contagious!" Well. Among gormiti, bakugan, suitcases and mileage as if nothing had happened, my naive little brain has decided to dwell on one phrase, "as well as no!"
spent the first week, even in the midst of the madness described at length, I took a first sigh of relief. However, as my sighs of relief similar to the Aboriginal boomerang, so here I found myself on the whole weight of those words unconsciously avoided. The days are so different and yet all the same were complemented by an almost sleepless night the first of the small sacrifice. In order have sprung up: the febbriciattola, joint pain, resulting in irritability, a series of dots around the face of color and different sizes and last but not least, the varicella PUSTOLINA!! Fuck! The child is not only contagious but also has stomach problems!
And here I am, just over 5 minutes, less than eight days from start to share this relaxing parentheses waiting for the big adventure begins well for us. Who do you imagine me in a water aerobics class, a massage, and a "fancazzismo" spread knows that life has confirmed to me a great lesson: "Never make plans for the worst because there is no end and the ways of providence are endless."
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Rubik's Cube 4x4 Malaysia
bloopers, fuck and nostrils to the wind
Paris Fashion Week is in full swing, but I decided to talk about video blog.
extreme choice, but you know I'm a rebel.
as often happens in my (rare?) Hard time fooling around, I was on youtube and watch what happens in the rest of the world (specifically what happens in the homes of other stupid people like me) and when I tried the latest video alby makeup (our god king) I came across a videoblogger with fashion and that the issues addressed by me usually (but what? Christmas?)
cristina centers like oatmeal on the Pirelli Calendar.
am attaching the link to her latest video and further down my criticism
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5N0WOzBG2w
at first I thought, "bat that bono", then "how do I get a voice that has nothing to do with his face" after
"but how old? Can I have sexual fantasies about him, or am I a pedophile? " after that "because he speaks as a Roman comedy series c" then "emo but it ?"... Then I tried the idea of \u200b\u200bstopping the video
I finally decided to watch it until the end
and I started thinking, "but was released from a film Muccino?"
"But in Rome really talk like that?"
then I remembered that he went to Rome recently
and I replied "yes."
"ago the auditions for the next variety of Bagaglino?"
"is the cousin of a cousin of dark green?"
then I came to think the only thing that I really wanted: "it is straight?"
in any case in his latest video on his official channel
talks about what he thinks about critics of the people (all interrupted by small gag)
and I've come up with a further application
"if Vaporidis dies they call him?
"is the son of someone famous?"
"but his room is really that bad?
"because it attacks the adhesive to the wall as paninari?"
finally launch an appeal
with the small contribution of one euro you can help William to escape the lack of diction
disease that afflicts many young Romans (including many famous actors)
a bientot 
Paris Fashion Week is in full swing, but I decided to talk about video blog.
extreme choice, but you know I'm a rebel.
as often happens in my (rare?) Hard time fooling around, I was on youtube and watch what happens in the rest of the world (specifically what happens in the homes of other stupid people like me) and when I tried the latest video alby makeup (our god king) I came across a videoblogger with fashion and that the issues addressed by me usually (but what? Christmas?)
cristina centers like oatmeal on the Pirelli Calendar.
am attaching the link to her latest video and further down my criticism
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5N0WOzBG2w
at first I thought, "bat that bono", then "how do I get a voice that has nothing to do with his face" after
"but how old? Can I have sexual fantasies about him, or am I a pedophile? " after that "because he speaks as a Roman comedy series c" then "emo but it ?"... Then I tried the idea of \u200b\u200bstopping the video
I finally decided to watch it until the end
and I started thinking, "but was released from a film Muccino?"
"But in Rome really talk like that?"
then I remembered that he went to Rome recently
and I replied "yes."
"ago the auditions for the next variety of Bagaglino?"
"is the cousin of a cousin of dark green?"
then I came to think the only thing that I really wanted: "it is straight?"
in any case in his latest video on his official channel
talks about what he thinks about critics of the people (all interrupted by small gag)
and I've come up with a further application
"if Vaporidis dies they call him?
"is the son of someone famous?"
"but his room is really that bad?
"because it attacks the adhesive to the wall as paninari?"
finally launch an appeal
with the small contribution of one euro you can help William to escape the lack of diction
disease that afflicts many young Romans (including many famous actors)
a bientot
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Green Power Ranger Clip Art
2 months are too many
and I'm facing myself.
two months have passed since the last post and I must admit I should apologize to both you and myself.
Deceiving myself / I'd write you this blog consistently has been to say that basically they are a charitable person, in short, an endless bullshit.
but we make a short list of events that have shaped our lives over the past two months:
men's fashion week in Milan: I avoid saying that the models are all equal and that is not true that live are sexy ...
this shit I've already told a million times and I started not to believe it myself, especially after I'd meet
My favorite model live
am attaching a photo
in any case, there would be very to say about the trends of this autumn, I just have to say that:
I like the "double-collar Prada, her style jackets" Carhart "but done well, with graphics chic (segnatevelo that next year the graphic style chic impazzerà to h & m, and you too can menarvela saying that you are not dressed in their case)
I also like the proposal to Miuccia to shorten men's sweaters and shirts to show more
what worries me is the amount of neutral colors and camel I've seen take off, once I liked it.
beautiful the thousand layers of Giuliano Fujiwara, who makes no exceptions (not that he has burst) and gives us one of the best collections
in circulation, this beautiful Japanese-style urban-grunge-eco-nerd , an easier way to describe it is not
jump far ahead and I do not speak but simply "overflow" topic McQueen, which seems superfluous to add
phrases, or circumstance "obvious banality "( as others have written) so I prefer to attach photos of Kate Moss on the day of the funeral (of course dressed McQueen)
reviewing what happened in the past two months, how can we forget one of the best moments of TV?!
two women fattest in the world sitting on their ass on stage most of Italy
trash you got there?
not?
'm talking about Jennifer Lopez (who stills Jenny from the block) and Antonellona (national) stage of the Ariston
Clerici on how to describe the moment?
one word: bacon.
running down. more than the festival of Sanremo seemed we lacked pork
a sign on the stern of Clerici marked "by Mario, now mortazza"
and if not enough accurate description imagine my clothes (sober of course) in which the two were wrapped sylphs
above, in short, a triumph of elegance .. .
exculpatory of both I would say that once you were thin.
and after we arrive at the Sanremo personal news, for those who had asked why he kept silent for so long
the answer is a mix of bad luck and laziness.
put a lot of laziness in a bowl (plenty as well) then we blend a PC and a mobile phone that breaks last generation that is lost, sprinkle with a demanding job and voila dinner is served
the comic resolution is that these accidents have resulted in a disaster even greater
are an "apple-nerd" in effect: I bought a Mac drive, and an iphone I started using my old ipod.
I did not escape me now touch poison with the usual bullshit of those who use mac has always been magical and captures the positive aspects. I have to, is the rule. Sorry.
but to give me a tone I bought a nylon duffel Comme des Garcon (God exists?)
at this point no one can call me nerd
mine is the first high, but the is electric blue, let's say you see me on the street quite
and last, but I sit here very briefly, the woman shows.
we left behind New York, London and Milan for a few days too, now just waiting for Paris.
In New York we are excited about Proenza Schuler and Rodarte, Stella McCartney in London and Milan, Miuccia, will march in Paris on March 8, the latest collection by Alexander McQueen. I enclose some
look for next autumn and I refer you to my relentless criticism that I hope to publish short
for now ... Bon Appetit
Rodarte
Proenza Schuler
and I'm facing myself.
two months have passed since the last post and I must admit I should apologize to both you and myself.
Deceiving myself / I'd write you this blog consistently has been to say that basically they are a charitable person, in short, an endless bullshit.
but we make a short list of events that have shaped our lives over the past two months:
men's fashion week in Milan: I avoid saying that the models are all equal and that is not true that live are sexy ...
this shit I've already told a million times and I started not to believe it myself, especially after I'd meet
My favorite model live
am attaching a photo
in any case, there would be very to say about the trends of this autumn, I just have to say that:
I like the "double-collar Prada, her style jackets" Carhart "but done well, with graphics chic (segnatevelo that next year the graphic style chic impazzerà to h & m, and you too can menarvela saying that you are not dressed in their case)
I also like the proposal to Miuccia to shorten men's sweaters and shirts to show more
what worries me is the amount of neutral colors and camel I've seen take off, once I liked it.
beautiful the thousand layers of Giuliano Fujiwara, who makes no exceptions (not that he has burst) and gives us one of the best collections
in circulation, this beautiful Japanese-style urban-grunge-eco-nerd , an easier way to describe it is not
jump far ahead and I do not speak but simply "overflow" topic McQueen, which seems superfluous to add
phrases, or circumstance "obvious banality "( as others have written) so I prefer to attach photos of Kate Moss on the day of the funeral (of course dressed McQueen)
reviewing what happened in the past two months, how can we forget one of the best moments of TV?!
two women fattest in the world sitting on their ass on stage most of Italy
trash you got there?
not?
'm talking about Jennifer Lopez (who stills Jenny from the block) and Antonellona (national) stage of the Ariston
Clerici on how to describe the moment?
one word: bacon.
running down. more than the festival of Sanremo seemed we lacked pork
a sign on the stern of Clerici marked "by Mario, now mortazza"
and if not enough accurate description imagine my clothes (sober of course) in which the two were wrapped sylphs
above, in short, a triumph of elegance .. .
exculpatory of both I would say that once you were thin.
and after we arrive at the Sanremo personal news, for those who had asked why he kept silent for so long
the answer is a mix of bad luck and laziness.
put a lot of laziness in a bowl (plenty as well) then we blend a PC and a mobile phone that breaks last generation that is lost, sprinkle with a demanding job and voila dinner is served
the comic resolution is that these accidents have resulted in a disaster even greater
are an "apple-nerd" in effect: I bought a Mac drive, and an iphone I started using my old ipod.
I did not escape me now touch poison with the usual bullshit of those who use mac has always been magical and captures the positive aspects. I have to, is the rule. Sorry.
but to give me a tone I bought a nylon duffel Comme des Garcon (God exists?)
at this point no one can call me nerd
mine is the first high, but the is electric blue, let's say you see me on the street quite
and last, but I sit here very briefly, the woman shows.
we left behind New York, London and Milan for a few days too, now just waiting for Paris.
In New York we are excited about Proenza Schuler and Rodarte, Stella McCartney in London and Milan, Miuccia, will march in Paris on March 8, the latest collection by Alexander McQueen. I enclose some
look for next autumn and I refer you to my relentless criticism that I hope to publish short
for now ... Bon Appetit
Rodarte
Proenza Schuler
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