I do not follow the news.
every time I try, my father covered the news. just part of a service, start commenting. few seconds and deluged with criticism. is stronger than him.
my news is a bald man chiattoncello. and bears the same surname.
I tried to read the newspapers.
everyone says The republic sucks, because it is a party.
"ahhaha laws The republic ? Not understand anything, it is Berlusconi."
the morning sucks. The newspaper sucks. The courier evening sucks. are all of Berlusconi.
ahhaha poor that you read them.
not read newspapers, I'm biased.
not watch the news, I'm biased.
now I trust only my personal family news.
well, at least my father is not Berlusconi.
the other night I could hear a couple of news, because my father never speaks with his mouth full.
stole 500kg of gold, worth about 10 million euro. € 20 per gram. less of cocaine.
Gold costs less than cocaine.
not buy the white gold, put us LADDROGA . as in Sgorbions.
a boy was rejected by the army not suitable for testing psycho. I do not want to dwell: it is ricchione. to a bureaucratic error could not get my license for 8 years.
Never write tests PIAC M 'O Fuck.
I ate meatballs IKEA. the infamous IKEA meatballs. the mythical IKEA meatballs.
say they are a bit too aromatic.
AROMATIC? Ray's bream a rare onion.
rare.
with my breath a bit too aromatic could draw an army, or at least turn it into an army of ricchioni. you think? thousands of queers without a license.
Before going out with a Swedish IKEA often ask her if it goes.
The other day I went to the farm.
even parked the car and already I have to shit. mark their territory. place the flag and wave like the astronauts.
there is a bathroom near the soccer field. I do not want to dwell: plof .
pity that there is no water.
I feel lost. a bit like if I was thrown naked into the middle of the gay pride parade. a crowd of ex-soldiers to whom I have ruined my career. are not marching to demand their rights, but because they are on foot. they no longer have the license. all my fault and bureaucracy. but I'll fuck the red tape!? that I am naked.
that anxiety.
already imagine the news of my life announces "vomerese young naked .." when it is interrupted by my father.
damn fucking Swedish meatballs.
but back to the shit.
the problem is that in Italy is built wrong. cities crumble and I'm left in a toilet without flushing.
what to do?
and oh well. I leave everything as it is and I go, with a disregard, not all Italian.
Before you hunt, make sure it works the toilet.
at the table lights up a debate Mc Donald's vs. Burger King. ie .. I mean. there is also no comparison.
someone dares to say that the sandwich by Burger King sucks because if it falls apart.
perhaps only here. Perhaps only in Italy. because Italy is also poorly constructed double whopper with bacon and cheese. sandwiches lose pieces, cities crumble and I'm left in a toilet without flushing.
on crisps at least there was no story. Patana
the Burger King is like that of a Swedish woman of 20 years, those who take on Facebook. But those who do not eat meatballs. Patana
the McDonald's is like that of my grandmother: a Pellecchia.
God, I'll never go more in a fast food restaurant.
not compare the food to the genitals of your grandmother.
had in mind an end with a bang, the kind that only the great writers.
rather leave you alone for the most beautiful, with a disregard, not all Italian.
I'm sorry, but I have to run to the bathroom. shit. mark their territory. place the flag and wave like the astronauts.
hoping that it works the toilet.
had in mind an end with a bang, not a bang in the ass.
damn fucking Swedish meatballs.
wonder if IKEA is Berlusconi.
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