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18:00 - stamp card, I leave the office.
18:04 - I remember that we do not have the stamp machine in the company, and I do not have a card. Fortunately, the cash that I put in the shredder and crisis. Too bad, no more buying on eBay for a while '. Or I will use the Visa Alex. Maybe a evening will offer a beer to make me forgive poor Cris. Lager, better abound. The beer has a funny effect on him as celiac disease.
18:09 - I go out into the street, now number plate. In my city ecology is a serious matter. Type that rape is almost legal, but if you smoke in a restaurant you put boxer in the hornets. In the sense of insects, but also large Calabrian. Grossi Calabrian sodomites. Nobody likes to have large Calabrian sodomites between his legs. I hope. Virtually
... [every Thursday in the city limits is prohibited to any transit vehicle. If caught red-handed, my cousin Alert will segarvi the tires, pick the carburetor, rigarvi the DVD of Fast & Furious with the keys to his Volvo, do clay pigeon shooting with your copy of GTA San Andreas and sodomized the cat, as it was moving, and have inappropriately named Convertible. No cars, fuck! Oh, and there Multer, a large fine ok? So we pay the Spaccini. Annoying, sure, but after this treatment, the fine is almost piacevole.Il measure affects every car, truck and scooter (no pollution but also splits the cojones). And the scooters with chrome parts, ok? Yes, even ecological ones, because they are snooty.
What? "You are too severe Mr. Mayor? By Ok, then we which are exempted, uh ... bikes, catamarans and destroyers equipped with minibar traction bovine. And the aircraft, provided drivers led by Aquarius previously circumcised in the absence of gravity. Uh, and the A-Team van, in the case ripartisse the series. I like that reality. Ah, also exempted those with red hair, which already have enough bad luck as well. Now out of my office that I have to download some porn.]
Needless to say, the mayor is funny and gallbladder, but less popular. But he has the most beautiful porn.
Anyway, I'll take a taxi. This seems perfect in front of me.
I go, I say to the destination that little incongruous heap of flesh and sweat that I see sitting in front. Then I notice that the driver is the other cluster, the bigger and more grease on the seat beside him. I was talking with his cheeseburger. He seemed more alert.
we go. In the mirror driver know that the silent sometimes stared at me with a fucking smile on his face tattooed.

Me: " could stop smiling constantly? It is irritating . "
Taxi Driver:" I had a stroke . "
Me:" And what's funny about that? "
I looked like a parking lot for women. Bad and sideways.
Taxi Driver: " mean that half of my face is blocked ."
Me: "I know what a stroke. Still not fun. But everyone has his humor, if you laugh, well, ok . "
Taxi Driver:" She is always like this? "
Me:" No , sometimes unpleasant . "
Oddly, the taxi swerves making me beat his forehead on the glass. A hole, I suppose.
Yeah.

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Hello everyone I was a day dedicated to all my friends and of course after several geckos peripezzie wrong type to be finished in the restaurant (which figuraaaaaaaaaaa) and I missed several times, I'm back home with 4 buddies more! 4 Phelsuma Laticauda, the two parents and two of their children, are bellissimeeeeeeeeee
soon as I can post photos somewhere I put the link here ... the photos do not know them = 0 (

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coffee break, I open the fridge in search of a beer.
A man in a kimono at me, curled up in the second shelf.
Option number one: I know not, I grab my beer, and closing the door on the snout with casually. Then of course I fall prey to the ground to hysterical convulsions, foaming at the mouth and screaming like a mare during birth, or stuff like that.
Option number two: if in doubt, the incastono a shovel on the nose with inhuman force, singing Merola. Physical and psychological violence, to annihilate a golem. But before my mind can consider the choices, or find the shovel, my body has already opted for the third: a falsetto scream anything but manly.

Prophet Fear is the first reaction of the unknown, and the awareness of death
Me: You have an aunt who is Fletcher's last name? Meni unlucky enough to be her relative.
Prophet fool, the world is but a conglomeration of other useless items that they simply distract us from our path towards the 'eternal oblivion .
I: (continuing to squeeze in my mighty superstitious gonads) There is an "i" too much and lacks an accent .
Prophet: How , sorry?
Me: Without the "i". OBL Ó
Prophet Ti mask behind the cynicism and mockery, but you are a tormented soul. . I
: Do not misunderstand, Sai-Baba, are in high spirits. But I do not think the afterlife, and often even nell'aldiqua, if it provides for people in my fridge. But in the door I .
Prophet prefer materialism to transcendence?
Me: depends on how good the stuff that you do you do to transcend it.

not intended to give up, I accepted the challenge. If you can not convince them, confondili. As street vendors. Q
hen sound, open the door with dramatic speed, ready for a talkative apnea, and submerge them in words. I try to sell me a subscription. I do not give a second's respite. Tilting the front. And in their minds the mechanism snaps: "But why do I open?" They apologize, you will understand me, I let the cat on fire I expire the parking ...
closing the door, as if to keep me out of their landing. And the Jehovah's Witnesses have ready a distinctive white background and black tie dye. They do not tolerate the propaganda of "we" Mormons. Not at 8 am
Tactics tested. I left a rocket.

Me: I think oblivion because it is tangible. And beyond the door, spinning whirls of life, and my dirty linen is Neptune.
Prophet Interesting ... I
: Buddhism penny, reworked by a washerwoman. Life is a washing machine will go out clean but we end up getting polluted all the time. The cycle repeats itself, we wash, back in the world ... but then again we end up over the door. As long as too many washes / resurrections have made us lysis and felted. If there is a God of second choice is a detergent.
Prophet Sold for peanuts despite being sold as infallible solution?
Me: Something like that. And when we get him over the door, wash away our stains, but weakens our fiber. And we reincarnate weak, crumpled.
Prophet And what happens if the fiber is broken?
Me: happens that the head is useless, and not born from the washing machine of karma, but was thrown nirvana.
Prophet excellent slogan for the clothing collection of Amnesty International.
Me: Yeah, go into another world different from ours. The third world. Where to start over, perhaps to live a life where no one washes away the stains from their clothes, because there are more pressing needs. But where a shirt is treasury, and no one rid even if it is aesthetically impeccable and fashionable.

My speech could also have a deep meaning, and I was the first to wonder. The holy man looked at me with a sardonic grin. His calmness gave me the illusion of having worn down, you can move oltre.Ovviamente I was wrong. Spoke.

Prophet I doubt there is a . I
(uncap beer): I am here to enlighten .
Prophet But if the white wash their sins and to 60 degrees to 40 colorful ... other races have fewer sins of us in the West?

did not answer. I had a headache. I felt like my bottle of beer.
Green and drained from the neck up. Full of liquid at the bottom.
I closed the door, the light went out, in fridge and in the eyes of the prophet. I went to the bathroom.
theology behind me, before me a white ceramic cup. Two things white and beautiful, seen from outside. But
in which people are able to repay the worst.
I finished my beer. Your health, Buddha of the food.
Amen.

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Among all that has happened I forgot to tell you that on Sunday won for the third consecutive year the national competition of beauty furi! this year but with a different girl, who had two years to win with Melody, but rather that she won, in short, to each of its merits is that she is beautiful I have nothing to do = 0)
This year, however, given the age she has "played" in the senior class, and although it came first in his class was not in contention for the Best In Show, has given way young people! and so Ash blew the title, the daughter of Symphony and Drizzt, who does not live with me but with my friend Gaia, well maybe to let you know I put a link to the photos of my pottoli even if the site is not finished and still they see only little little!
http://www.furettili.com/argentovivo/furetti.htm here they are my treasures ... so Drizzt Nefer and are no longer with me, but they remain part of the family ... forever ...
cmq, Sunday was a beautiful day, fortunately, many dear friends have stood with me, after what had happened with Nefer Saturday, helped me to smile a bit '! We are grateful!
Well the day went well: Melody first as a category, first Cheyenne as a category, Brea third as a category, Ash and Ciccio Gaia (but still my children eh) ranked first category, and Killer of Laura (but my son and Brea Ciccio) category and also winner of the Best in Show puppies!
and then Ash, awarded at the end of the day of the competition as the best ferret! that pride!
ah I'll show you the fotuzze of Killerino when he was younger is now a bin!
http://www.furettili.com/news.htm
here they are! baciotti

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