My friends, many who do not feel for a lifetime, those who might wonder where that idiot is finished with goggles and the headphones from the questionable color ... I'm here to bring you news once again gray and colorless, perspectives and expectations of nostalgic silence.
When we were together at the same table for this game of cards admit I was lucky, a hand of those that are difficult to forget and on which no one would think 2 times before betting the house ^ ^. And so I do not know if I won or if I lost ... but at least we had fun, right? Even a boy is not particularly brilliant with people, as was I for so long, if he runs well, can really feel a bit 'flamboyant and burn at being the center of the puzzled gaze of strangers, some' idiots, a little ' playful, certainly share taste and virtue of living with little serious things of life, good and bad that (as well as the one undoubted passion for alcoholic drinks, especially if birrose and liqueur ghgh). But now that the cards run so and so, no longer seem to recognize that great player maybe a little 'I have to be deluded ... and then I ask you if you still find the pleasant company of this means cheating.
Apart from the color of the cards you have in hand, a good rule is to try to play the best in every event and win the limits of its capabilities: the ability to read opponents and hide their fortunes can attract more birds to your desktop . With this I am not giving way of the birds (even less if fowl) ... actually, I'm just assuming my recent lack of skill, and especially my inability to achieve the same results with a couple of cards less. I'm not where the latter is a matter of discussion at the moment ^ ^.
hand down then, and let's face it: this game recently that two balls!
But remember the auditions for the next movie (with an erotic scene simulated) made some unfortunate creature on a train? And what about the fines by the controlling officer in plain clothes? uff ... every memory makes me more gray in the afternoon of study. The fashion walk in Perugia, the bodyguard in the premises or on the streets of Florence, measurements of unlikely arches a bit late Gothic-inspired 'anywhere, any night of the Blues (which of memories - the beer mix cuba libre have not had time to clear - even today I can hardly give an order logical), and then the living mannequins, priests coll'esorcismo the fire and salt, the miracles of the blind man who sees the light, but also the recent Planers Fiat, and bullshit to be hard to keep in mind ... this just in 2010 alone. I feel
periphrastic, infrustolato on the right and a bit 'tasty ... Anyway, it is all because of 100 years of war and its repercussions on the financial market indocinonippoungherese, Francesco Ferrucci and his equestrian statue, which always un po' cumulonembica si ritrova non sul primo incrocio, il secondo, dopo aver la detto la parola d'ordine, arrivi fino al platano...
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