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Benedict XVI landed a mentally unstable during the Christmas mass.
I must see how it ends' I'm Karol Christmas. Illes

the Pontiff.
It seems that the fall was cushioned by a copy of Mein Kampf pinned over his heart.

were found on the site of several gold teeth.
According to the Holy See would be only small childhood memories of the Holy Father.

There 's been worse to Cardinal Etchegaray. The prognosis
hospital: no trains for at least a month.

The statement confirms the presence of the Pope in the upcoming celebrations:
"During the ceremonies crowded, it is impossible that there is zero risk." Especially
in a place where everyone believes in talking to an invisible man.

After the attack on Berlusconi, now the attack on the Pope
If God exists, he moved with Fini. After

tracked this escalation of violence on Facebook groups necrophilia. It is feared
can abuse the dead body of PD.

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Praise of Folly (Not quite the usual Christmas story) Bob




If there's one thing I love the Erasmus Project is that you can develop interesting socio-cultural relations, simply putting your dick in nasty sluts English of which barely remember the name.

Far be it from me to want to misrepresent the pure sober and didactic intent, showing luminaries have decided to charge this project juxtaposes the name of the father of the 'Praise of Folly ".
But it is undeniable that with my summary, I have not done nothing but bring out the message that he explained to the fullest, "her pussy is always right."

course, because Erasmus, and here I appeal to noobs who do not yet know it, you can fuck.
And even a lot, if you keep the rent high enough.

It is important to take precautions in order to keep away from risks. Type what you may discover that you are not at all the son of their landlord. Or that the money of the deposit will not be reimbursed.

It 'good to be aware, the only classes in which to assist in your militating upright commitment to communion among peoples are named Angela, Yulia, Esther, Danica, Beth and require hours of study. More
, red, blue, with dreadlocks, hair-free, oxygenated.
Anything more absurd God may have originated from two ribs, you will be rigorously analyzed, evaluated and sucked vigorously.

And when they think I learned everything from your grueling months of training, you will come to disrupt your personal Matrix entirely composed of positions of the Kamasutra.
She: the chosen one.
That I could hear whispers along the walls of the school.
one who all your friends swore that he had seen in disco armed only with cans and a faint smile of satisfaction.
you, the one and only, dressed in a dazzling aura of mysticism ricamatole by legions of pippaioli now relegated to only breadwinner in braille porn.
you, the white sketch on the word "aaaaaahhh. The famous and undisputed

never forgotten nymphomaniac.

A maneater so perverse and stirred to make you feel on the set of Basic Instinct.
But with punches of colors and sizes different from what your faulty memory remembered. And above all
well lubricated. News

you enjoy them as soon as you see the eclipse in the less accessible your ego mortified.

Rutelli as say, the nymphomaniacs are not born in the trees, are rare indeed.
So if you find partridge clutching a copy in his hands, at best, a long time will pass before they reach another.
A little 'as for the Interaction with the Champions.

Despite all the stories of unprotected sex and fleeting that one day will vanish like tears in rain from my memory, that in my case never fall into oblivion is the encounter with my own, unfortunately unique nymphomaniac. My
deities: Aphrodite of the new millennium, the one and unattainable goddess of Bondage. But you can call Jekki.

Jekki the best gift that Santa I had ever gone from Scandinavia.
and four months in advance of my annual letter to Hugh Hefner.

Jekki: one meter and seventy of bad intentions, located in generous curves.
A body so provocative and lewd to remember the little mermaid.
And this, even before threading a cod up your ass.

At first it was a story like many others. If you are familiar with the vintage porn .
I was a plumber and I was contacted by a disturbing young lady to go and repair a tube. You already know how it ended: gonfiai unduly high price of the seal and I released the receipt.

But as I descended the stairs to exit the building, I heard a thud coming from the cellars. I approached I noticed with great curiosity and amazement, mingled with disappointment and slime, which has a half-open door, a chubby man in a white coat was sprinkled Jekki the body of a white substance that did not want to disappear.
Well, I'm not an expert on this stuff, but I'm still pretty sure it was not a study on chemtrails.
Unless this episode was specially planned by the conspiracy theorists in cahoots with the grays and the crew of Voyager.

Not that she was delighted with this nonsense from nerd nerds.
"As was said, truly fascinated by the concept of profit on the issue of liquids, hardly would be interested to understand the subtle implications of Seigniorage " confirmed to me the guy putting on shirts and was preparing to leave the building.

Regardless of that observation went to contemplate that wonderful world called Bondage . So it was that I knew Jekki.
"It was love at first sight" in the words of Seka on his first meeting with the tool of John Holmes. I helped her to untie all the knots that held her enthralled Hello to a 50cc of '92 and we went together to see the stars.

difficult to forget what happened next, but having breached plenty of space and patience of the average reader of this blog (that is myself, and I guarantee you that I have other things to do than read all the crap I write) I'll just ogle Following the cease privately in the darkest corner of the Central Station.

Unless they're just setting the stage to the second episode of this exciting story.
Or that there is simply taking all the piss.

Oh, I almost forgot: Happy Eight Thousand for everyone!


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My uncle Bob died. He leaves a wife, three sons and a twenty-year mortgage.
wanted to be certain that we believed to commit suicide. So we've found a sink in its digital terrestrial television.

Maybe so are unable to reach the customer.

Things were going well, then the economic crisis hit its business.
3000 employees summarily dismissed by the Director General on Fuorionda Videolina.

could not see so many unemployed people around the death of Moana.

Bob, at his age, knew he had no other chance. Especially after giving up on the Island of Fame.

E 'was just thinking about him, who took to the streets.
I wore my scarf and purple along with many other comrades, I went out looking for revenge on the first atalantino I had met.

found only ugly mugs in uniform. People to be there to take and Menara barrel, despite promises of Ministers, would not see a fucking dime. Another reason to
dargliele sodas, those bastards CasaPound.

His funeral was filled with gloomy faces. What, however, inevitable, whether on your wall on Facebook you wrote "For Sale Used Rene."

A gloomy atmosphere so that it seemed to be in a nursery in Pistoia.

on every face I could see the countdown of days that separated them from passive to c / c. The very same expression that Dell'Utri Spatuzza last deposition.

times are so dark where you would like at least Bersani shared with you the concern about this global scourge. Pecking H1N1.

And while all this destruction going on, rage on TV programs where the trash tronista on duty there propina his hallucinations about sex and religion.
As if he knew what the fuck talks: rottoinculo a Pope

back when you've experienced the whole range of emotions and perversions to which every human being is subjected every day.
And do not tell me you've already made an altar boy.


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Carmen

Carmen always said what he thought. Especially in microphones on.
was not only beautiful, Carmen had a way.
was a life that he had learned from books. Could not stop screaming that I could never hear 3 meters above the sky and other crap like that.
Things to long tired during a sex session.

As expected, the story ended.
The usual misunderstandings: I did not love her more and she ran hard movies in places of Forza Nuova.
was a blow. I could not accept that he felt something for a guy like me upright and at the same time, fuck with politicians of dubious morality.
An essential quality, however, if the last name make Mussolini.

Obviously leaving it: If there's one thing I hate is the betrayal. Especially when this is done with a representative of Fascism. In addition dead for at least 50 years.

not believe it, but I have a high sense of morality. Since I left the "Journal."

That means that it was a difficult time! I was a cuckold, alone and without work. And the fact
to share this condition with another 2 million Italians was not reassuring.

I had to arrange. While working, I decided to do what now my fellow snobs did not want to do. So it was that I began to practice abortions.

I confess that I've often wondered if it was ethical surgically remove something that God had done with his will to create. But basically, they were just dicks of all those there at the clinic Mengele Santa Rita.

My job was to free the young inexperienced from the burden of a small cluster of cells, I do not think it "life" in the same way you do not believe that "life" your soft-boiled egg.

At work, everything was great until he came to a disconcerting news as unexpected: the bunch of liars Parliament, despite the promises, he relented and gave the green light to the administration of the RU486 pill.

fucking was too! It was the second time this year that the PDL was telling me a lie. But we thought to all those honest workers like me who risked the place?

took to the streets to protest, and you can not understand what I was pissed.
Mad to think as the band of Catto-Leaguers with whom I was side by side.

A blob of green pseudo-Catholics with a handkerchief around his neck that proclaimed themselves supporters of human life. Even the tuna, from what I hear about in boats sunk off the coast of Sicily.

But then, wonder why? Everyone is always trying to pull things going.
They are Catholics, it is obvious that maintain life.
Are Catholic and who knows better than them: "Life is Beautiful".
Even for those who, in Africa, a good Christian does not use a condom, and die of AIDS.


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