and 'too much' too!!
I decided, foundries' association. The objective of this association will be 'only one: to destroy all white mills in Italy.
I'm sick '. When I was little I was Little White Miller, in love with a lunatic who does not even see him (in a strictly literal sense), but at least he was nice. Then
and 'the catastrophe happened.
A family of idiots in full force, including his grandfather, she decided to move to live in a mill (obviously stuffed with shovels, 'cause the noise is not' never heard no shift), to be more 'in touch with nature, and from there 'on there' more 'was peace.
Children are always happy and merry, and in perfect order, going down to breakfast in the kitchen spotless and vaccinated against the most 'small grease spot, while a mother just returned from the election of Miss Universe that nothing short pastry bakes donuts have to do with the mushy blister packaging for sale, already 'perfectly made up and coiffed, with an impeccable suit and her husband in a suit and tie at seven o'clock in the morning and take the briefcase of human skin and do not leave without a kiss and a Trancino. But there 'worse.
remember a spot where the dog (obviously a labrador beautiful eyes and very good) give birth in the car, and industry in order not to disturb her at all. The grandfather takes the bicycle, the children not to damage the clips to my pants and my mother prepared the snack that shines with a smile on everyone's lips. Now, do not argue that a litter tenderness, but you have no idea what it means an animal that gives birth? Means mucus, blood, placenta, mood, incontinence and assorted organic odors.
on the machine (of course a brand new Mercedes with all optionals). And that asshole
laughed.
Or when the mother brings her breakfast in bed in the pope ', obviously with a sun that belies at least two hours of the alarm, which always shows seven in the morning. Attracted by the smell, there's children, and all to have breakfast with donuts on briciolosissimi covered with silk, all happy and always in perfect order, tamed hair, ironed pajamas, pink skin without a shadow of un'occhiaia.
In the family of the mill white in the morning and 'more time' player of the day, to celebrate with white tablecloths, baskets of dried flowers, trays of cookies just out of the oven, a handsome husband and two children, strictly male and female, that would make the happiness' of any pedophile (before they vomit to see that family live).
And so far, I have not said anything new, everyone knows that the family of the mill white is frozen at the end of each shot and defrosted when you need to turn a new spot.
But the last spot.
Christ, THE LAST SPOT!
"Ideally, when you are hungry and Thomas did not sleep!"
Ma .. but I say ...
MA take the piss ????????????
Bring on the set of two fashion models that he has more than 25 years and she does not even have a womb, the belly and 'flat. Wrapped in soft embroidered quilts a baby 'at least six months, beautiful, paffutissimo, arianissimo, framing and a table laid them open to art. Good thing there's 'the mother who discards the crackers so that the bride and mom and dad' could have dinner, laughing and happy and in perfect order, making games erotic acrobatics around the house with the crumbs that fall everywhere, with The baby, who, though 'smart, and is not to issue a' them 'and blissful quiet.
Eccazzo, have dinner with crackers and 'the ultimate ambition of a young couple ... What
want to advertise their products or allow fumes to us poor inferiors, not even begin to prepare the food as long as' the child is not quiet, that when we to dine with the baby in her arms and 'flowing gold, that if the baby is awake but quiet walk on tiptoe for fear of unleashing a sound that he does, that not even cleared away because it' s too much traffic to put the tablecloth every meal, which in two cases, while they are 'almost in the mouth with a fork, mephitic smell and feel a need to stop everything to go to change the beloved offspring?
And I believe this purchase their CRACKERS ?????
But I shove them to him in ...
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