Thursday, September 25, 2008

Lupus Rash Vs Sjogren's Rash Differences?

Cara

... I write because today I saw something incredible . You have this

David Letterman? No, it's not really a comic ... is one that began as Marzullo, but, oh, everybody has Marzullo it deserves, and indeed it is fun, and we obviously do not deserve shit.
However, mo 'which has the Letterman show this important and calls us a bit' all, even the politicians. And politicians are very happy when we can go because, if they have some 'spirit, make us the figure of those brisk and cheerful.

fact is that McCain is always with Letterman andato a nozze. Ci sarà stato almeno dieci volte, e se l'è cavata alla grande. Mo' però è successa una cosa: McCain ha deciso che il suo dovere di senatore lo richiama a Washington, perché ci sono le interrogazioni parlamentari sulla crisi economica. Fa niente che ci sono altri 99 senatori: lui è stato in Vietnam, quindi sa come farli parlare questi maledetti musi gialli. E insomma, basta con quest'inutile campagna, lui c'ha cose serie da fare, mica è come se dovesse convincere qualcuno a eleggerlo presidente degli statiuniti, e se non ci sta lui colcazzo che combinano qualcosa al senato .

Quindi McCain, invitato la sera stessa da Letterman per l'ennesima volta, chiama il conduttore: "Oh, bella David. Mi spiace, stasera proprio non gliela fo. Sto andando all'aeroporto di corsa, devo andare a tagliare i polpastrelli a Paulson (guardalo, c'ha la stessa espressione di Henry Gale!)".
Omette però il piccolo particolare che, prima di andare di corsissima all'aeroporto, si sarebbe fermato a far quattro chiacchiere con Katie Couric per l'edizione notturna di CBS News.

Letterman s'è incazzaaaaato... però, siccome non è Marzullo, non se l'è presa col truccatore tirandogli addosso il fard, ma con John McCain. Di fronte alla telecamera.




Qui il racconto nel caso, cara tivvù, tu sia English-impaired.
Eccheccazz, manco quello vuoi leggere!
Evabbè. In breve: l'ha massacrato.

Perché, cara tivù italiana, lì nella Merica, quando un candidato si lamenta che lastampacomunista non parla/parla male di lui, riceve in risposta sonore pernacchie: " C'è una crisi, se non se ne fosse accorto ". Tu gli prepari i panini.

Insomma, cara tivù italiana. Io non è che ti dico che mo' Marzullo deve finirla di fare domande idiote. O che Vespa deve cominciare a fare domande non compiacenti. Non pretendo mica la Merica.
Mi basterebbe, chessò, che magari quando si piega a 90° per una seduta di ass-kissing , almeno la smettesse di far finta che gli piace.
Ecco, sarebbe un passo avanti.

Poi, insomma, fa' come vuoi. Tanto col cazzo che ti guardo più.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Gerber Blueberry Buckle Baby Food

Bitch on the bitch ...

Here in Italy it's all fucked up.
So, they thought it was really necessary ddl Carfagna: in Italy it is no longer anything to hell!
" We are a strong country," said Silvio ...
No more prostitutes on the streets. Nor in general in places open to the public.
If so, may continue to engage those young ladies who act in a public place, but indoors, like the Gregoraci and Mons, who "worked" at the MFA.
Which I think is also right: if you stop prostitution in the institutions, such as Silvio ago to topple the leftist government next?
But the fact that the bill is named after the Carfagna's really funny!
Before the summer, it was rumored that intecettazioni (protection destroyed) of telephone conversations between Berlusconi and Carfagna, it appeared that the Minister, had engaged in oral sex of the bird Knight.
and the Ministry of Equal Opportunities was the reward for their service (well, if the must get comfortable with the birds)!
sure items are malignant.
But if not, return to the usual Italian problem: the conflict of interest!
With this law, Carfagna, who has dismissed the bill, it could continue to exercise.
With the Premier bird or other birds!
But oh well, you say ... it's easy to listen to the evil.
Those who say bad things about that poor girl.
champion of Equal Opportunity ...
... but also the truck drivers! The timing of
Carfagna, after his appointment as Minister, has been around the world.
And, as usual, we took the piss!
But we feel to break a lance in favor of the champion of the chicken.
Politics was truly his destiny! How can we not see the drive that motivated her Democratic initiatives "editorials"? If your bird with no play Carfagna, she provides you with the tools to play everywhere, even by yourself!
Now that's democracy!
But then ...
then ...
What is that statement of the Minister?
" horror I feel for those who sell their bodies .
But why, Carfagna was that? Posing nude for a calendar, you do not sell their bodies?
The only difference is that those who sell on the street, he earns a few segments, who sells it on a schedule, however, earning good money. And in the case of
Carfagna, with the calendar, is also able to become a minister ....
more profitable and horrible than this !?!?!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Game Cigars Wholesale

steal the words from the keyboard

Ah, per inciso, il mio post di oggi l'ha scritto In minoranza .

Mucus Plug Before Period

Today I feel a bit 'so

... la Jennifer Aniston della ricerca di lavoro .

(sì, linkare il Sun è indice dello stato di scoraggiamento)

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Impetigo From A Toilet Seat

Great Expectations

Tra me e il mio tabaccaio c'è una tacita intesa.
Io so che lui parla perfettamente inglese, e lui sa che il mio nederlandese è un gradino sopra a quello del paffuto e biondo nano bavoso che attende con his mom that I end up puffing my ignoble theater.
He knows, but never an English word was exchanged between us.
He knows, but holds the part, with the patience and tenacity of the child Batavian ing that the dam with the little finger.
And I turn to him for trusting my mini-course conversation Nederland.

I am repeating the request three times, asking me if I want my strippenkaart "grote" or "kleine" (grote, grote, crack avarice!), If I want my tobacco, "groen", and I then repeated three more times the total price, so the revision numbers above 20, which I always forget them. And then I always change the greetings. Hello, hoi, goedemorgen , Goedenavond , dag , Doeg, tot ziens .
Madame Montessori die with envy watching my tobacconist work.
Just in case the wife or mother would intercept the first, is inserted in the sudden play by Ionesco, even if someone else is serving. My tobacconist's very clear the importance of its mandate.

And my tobacconist has high hopes pinned on me. The other day while rovescione by running water, so sudden and typical of these lands, descends from the sky. And my tobacconist, laughing, asking me the equivalent of an English small talk about the weather, lasting at least 30 seconds. I look at my tobacconist, torn between compassion for the honor of the upgrade and the frustration of not understanding a fucking pretty. And, without saying a word, I read in his eyes a smiling father and empathic understanding. "Someday," say his eyes, "one day we will talk about the rain ... the Dutch market has been moved to work resurfaced ... the absurd price of Nuon bills ... and that day will be beautiful ... in the Meanwhile ... "

- Wat kan ik voor je doen?
- Eine * Een grote strippenkaart, alstublieft!

*: And anyway there is no danger that I exchange for German, no.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Tom Delonge Nautical Star Tattoo

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Much of Race e neppure troppo fresche.

La prima riguarda la frase più infelice dell'anno.
Se c'è una cosa che ho sempre odiato è la "reductio ad usum sondaggi", quella mania di semplificare che fa sì che chiunque possa farsi carico del complesso lavoro del giudicare con una battuta, alla faccia della complessità e della stratificata natura delle cose. Certe dichiarazioni però mi fanno pensare che unirsi ai semplificatori può essere cosa buona e giusta, soprattutto se serve a descrivere Michael Moore con un'unica parola: imbecille. Del resto a lui sono occorsi 5 secondi (vd. dal minuto 1) per qualificarsi come tale.



La seconda è un blog che mi sta facendo molto ridere: Blognigger.com . And here you laugh in desperate need.

The third is the creation (do not know how comforting) that the syndrome Tafazzi is a global problem which we hope the U.S. does not have to confront at the next election. The Daily Show a few days ago, John Oliver reports on a proposed Hillary Clinton supporter "who feel betrayed" by the Obama candidacy and have decided to vote McCain. The video reaches an absolute peak of hilarity, not to be missed.