Coughing In 5 Month Old

Players Warned

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The Post today has neither head nor tail.
It is some jumble of thoughts.
If you do not understand anything, do not worry
I was not able to do better.
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paint the situation: a man in his underwear and pajamas, Telemarket in the background (Alessandro Orlando, the 'great Seller, apparently snatched in the theater, wants pouring out "for two of us lucky bronze sculptures of great beauty unheard of Giovan Francesco Gonzaga), the football stuff to air (a decent 5-5 I was rewarded with a second proposal Endas for a championship next year ... I re-asked-STIs-si-mo!). In this scenario

thrilling (you decide whether of pleasure or fear, I will not go into the ...) I write with an eye on the calendar, counting 366 last farewell to Ares and realizing that in a year may change, as in one year continue to change, but even more than I can change in just one hour: Take last Saturday, the place is Pontedecimo Musically last engagement with the social season 2008-2009. After I got a supply capital to the tune of Billie Jean (where the capital letter "M", the word is five letters, you revealed the secret ...) the typical Diste he would go home angry , to bite the pillow ...

... Here, we say that has become typical old, and I instead took the opportunity to celebrate a birthday (by the way, AUGURIIII LAURAAA, better repeat it because it offends) Cogoleto, e-me- unknown "Baraonda. Cute little place, but everything was to change the time-revival, which seem unexpected, which made me leave the behind every glimmer of sadness. We really wanted to, we say that some 'healthy me the casino are also well-deserved! :-)

The next day ended another season, the sports of the 2PW, with a new middleweight champion and with so many ideuzze I have in mind for next season, for which foreshadows the same for my subscribed a progressively smaller role as fair and understandable. The future is in the hands of these great little guys, and I expect and hope for the 2010 final a year of consolidation.

What else to say ... I quote one of my distant past:
... the inside might be as black as the night
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light

No, no reference to drugs more or less heavy. Just next Monday will start the first tranche of leave, as desirable as ever this year. You go down to San Giuliano Terme, relaxation is the watchword, so half way between the sea and spa resorts. And who'll kill me?

It closes with my biggest hug for two people who have decided to walk together for the rest of their days: Cate, Luke, was an honor to live with you this special day.


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No!
You can not complain.
I warned you that had neither head nor tail.
the next. Tsk!
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Coughing In 5 Month Old

Players Warned

- - - - - - - - - - DISCLAIMER - - - - - - - - - -
The Post today has neither head nor tail.
It is some jumble of thoughts.
If you do not understand anything, do not worry
I was not able to do better.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

paint the situation: a man in his underwear and pajamas, Telemarket in the background (Alessandro Orlando, the 'great Seller, apparently snatched in the theater, wants pouring out "for two of us lucky bronze sculptures of great beauty unheard of Giovan Francesco Gonzaga), the football stuff to air (a decent 5-5 I was rewarded with a second proposal Endas for a championship next year ... I re-asked-STIs-si-mo!). In this scenario

thrilling (you decide whether of pleasure or fear, I will not go into the ...) I write with an eye on the calendar, counting 366 last farewell to Ares and realizing that in a year may change, as in one year continue to change, but even more than I can change in just one hour: Take last Saturday, the place is Pontedecimo Musically last engagement with the social season 2008-2009. After I got a supply capital to the tune of Billie Jean (where the capital letter "M", the word is five letters, you revealed the secret ...) the typical Diste he would go home angry , to bite the pillow ...

... Here, we say that has become typical old, and I instead took the opportunity to celebrate a birthday (by the way, AUGURIIII LAURAAA, better repeat it because it offends) Cogoleto, e-me- unknown "Baraonda. Cute little place, but everything was to change the time-revival, which seem unexpected, which made me leave the behind every glimmer of sadness. We really wanted to, we say that some 'healthy me the casino are also well-deserved! :-)

The next day ended another season, the sports of the 2PW, with a new middleweight champion and with so many ideuzze I have in mind for next season, for which foreshadows the same for my subscribed a progressively smaller role as fair and understandable. The future is in the hands of these great little guys, and I expect and hope for the 2010 final a year of consolidation.

What else to say ... I quote one of my distant past:
... the inside might be as black as the night
But at the end of the tunnel there's a light

No, no reference to drugs more or less heavy. Just next Monday will start the first tranche of leave, as desirable as ever this year. You go down to San Giuliano Terme, relaxation is the watchword, so half way between the sea and spa resorts. And who'll kill me?

It closes with my biggest hug for two people who have decided to walk together for the rest of their days: Cate, Luke, was an honor to live with you this special day.


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No!
You can not complain.
I warned you that had neither head nor tail.
the next. Tsk!
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Pegasus Birthday Supplies

stories of all the (my) days

Take a person. A random person. Take me.
If we go back to my last speech in this blog is now turned into a valley of desolation, there is a different story, light years away.
Since then it happened and everything - twice, alas - the opposite of everything.

There is a story called "Want to know mine?" Which gave me satisfaction as well as novel partners simply fabulous scene that can make me what I would have never believed it could be. A story so dense, intense, leaving no room for words or attempted description: I was happy to live with people special, and I tried to share the enthusiasm with which many people in one context or another have had to do with me. Some of them have given me the joy of seeing them on stage, many wanted to be there, others might. Bottom line, thank you to all, have made me doubly happy.

There is a story in shirt and tie, that I write every morning, and that makes me go to the system (unfortunately totalitarian regime) for a long time. A history of aircraft and ships, Caribbean (I put some pictures on Facebook) and Germany (see previous parenthesis), thoughts and plans. While such projects remain, waiting to leave, never so desired. Certainly a week "on the edge field telephone, "then we'll see ...

There is the story of a new set of keys, a keychain yellow with the word" home "is a companion tours and diction became roommate. The most fascinating story of all , that makes me take a step toward what will be. Who leaves the old road for the new knows what he leaves, but does not know what that is: I leave adolescence period beyond the time limit, and as in the great match wrestling, I'm working to win the big blowoff .

There is a story not yet written, the one with me at his desk, quill in hand and white sheet in front of me.
I do not know what to write, I do not know even if it is to fall before the ink of my gesture, once more take by surprise ...

... Welcome back to my blog. The pleasure is all ours.

Pegasus Birthday Supplies

stories of all the (my) days

Take a person. A random person. Take me.
If we go back to my last speech in this blog is now turned into a valley of desolation, there is a different story, light years away.
Since then it happened and everything - twice, alas - the opposite of everything.

There is a story called "Want to know mine?" Which gave me satisfaction as well as novel partners simply fabulous scene that can make me what I would have never believed it could be. A story so dense, intense, leaving no room for words or attempted description: I was happy to live with people special, and I tried to share the enthusiasm with which many people in one context or another have had to do with me. Some of them have given me the joy of seeing them on stage, many wanted to be there, others might. Bottom line, thank you to all, have made me doubly happy.

There is a story in shirt and tie, that I write every morning, and that makes me go to the system (unfortunately totalitarian regime) for a long time. A history of aircraft and ships, Caribbean (I put some pictures on Facebook) and Germany (see previous parenthesis), thoughts and plans. While such projects remain, waiting to leave, never so desired. Certainly a week "on the edge field telephone, "then we'll see ...

There is the story of a new set of keys, a keychain yellow with the word" home "is a companion tours and diction became roommate. The most fascinating story of all , that makes me take a step toward what will be. Who leaves the old road for the new knows what he leaves, but does not know what that is: I leave adolescence period beyond the time limit, and as in the great match wrestling, I'm working to win the big blowoff .

There is a story not yet written, the one with me at his desk, quill in hand and white sheet in front of me.
I do not know what to write, I do not know even if it is to fall before the ink of my gesture, once more take by surprise ...

... Welcome back to my blog. The pleasure is all ours.