I closed Stewed, the main reason was that it is pointless. But then I needed space to fill my emptiness, made dinners and cocks so I decided to reopen it. Sti cocks. And very large cocks.
Ma .. anyway ... here I am.
Support suede boots (with a nice butt stuck under) on the desk while I digest the dinner tonight. Easter and Passover. What beautiful the grigliatine and I, every time Easter comes, I lock myself in the house with dynamite. My business and with all the passion of God, I put up two o'clock in the afternoon looking at rai .. three? Two? A demented film on three girls who decide to take a trip to Italy, respectively and fall in love with a policeman, a pizza maker and sailor. That's nice. Then I took a stroll around the neighborhood. Arriving in the country "Medassinese" like a desert, I came back cursing the idea of \u200b\u200b"the walk can only be good." Retracing the road before, I came across the gardens filled with small families and revelers gathered in the digestion collective Pasquale.
I decided, then contact a resounding my friend, singer in punk band, I have not seen just before Christmas. These friendships are interesting, where people, are found only in certain holidays, and remained very silent at the table because you do not see a long and you never know what blather.
the end he continued to wink to the waiter passed by us, drinking Cochette draft, while I throw myself headlong into the glass of iced limoncino.
I've become a bore.
Intermezzo.
been months now that I left GG. Well from what previous posts, and even http://stewedapples.blogspot.com/2007/03/racconti-dinfanzia.html http://stewedapples.blogspot.com/2007/02/ad-un-tratto- la-sfortuna.html can also note
http://stewedapples.blogspot.com/2006/11/hansimo-e-gretela.html etc. .. etc. .. understand what love is inhuman and tied me to that man shit. The last word was just "Idiot!" shouted from a phone booth, a couple of days before the New Year. Then silence. I believe that shit man, was able to attack more than a couple of venereal diseases too boring 'ANCESTRAL 1400 years and its organic.
http://stewedapples.blogspot.com/2006/11/hansimo-e-gretela.html etc. .. etc. .. understand what love is inhuman and tied me to that man shit. The last word was just "Idiot!" shouted from a phone booth, a couple of days before the New Year. Then silence. I believe that shit man, was able to attack more than a couple of venereal diseases too boring 'ANCESTRAL 1400 years and its organic.
Yes .. I loved the old shit.
But now, we talk about the impersonator.
The Double
Last night, a night tired and even more annoying, I ran to get to sleep in a room on the outskirts of Tortona. Oh well. In this place, while trying to hold off Alex drunk and epileptic, I turned to the window and what appears to me, in all its glory? The perfect double GG Apart from continuing to fix urgently, glancing to his dying mistress perfectly equal to the current girlfriend's face fucking. Two clones. The young lady is headed, brandishing his bag griffatissima, to the bathroom after ordering dessert. The clone of my beloved shit is left alone at the table, assuming that only the original expression can identify in its highest state of boredom. 
Good. Passed just ten seconds, the boy has got his hands on his face, shaking his head and then began to spell something softly moving his lips. Alone. The successful session has heard the speech of his soul mate, his hands on his forehead and yawning every minute.
Good. Passed just ten seconds, the boy has got his hands on his face, shaking his head and then began to spell something softly moving his lips. Alone. The successful session has heard the speech of his soul mate, his hands on his forehead and yawning every minute. I still believe today that she had been thrown into a hole in space and time.
Goodnight all
not ask me why I posted this movie.
