I'll be back with one arm burned in patches, and probably eyes into pieces (and not * only * for this too Nadal's butt - I thought a lot worse) by the international court - well, more precisely from Termini, but the juice is still the same: I made all my share of very serious comments on the issue, which focused on the most fearless young men who could see ... and the spectators that they should dress, despite the heat, rather than showing their pretty little thanks to the world. Those not concerned with them, focused on the fact that they are two days that I always want to eat - and who knows me knows that ultimately it is quite strange. In short, I was very IC for the event XD.
I got a call that, like it or not, he blew my programs and my apology and unofficial - or something like that - to throw those 43 € or how many were ... and it put me much in crisis. Also because I you are piling a lot of things in the same period e. .. * Sighs *. For once I decided to "Let's try, it'..." , while the speaker put off the field with the ball boy triumphal music (some very Chiatti Oo) of the team of Sergio Tacchini, for the umpteenth time ...
In all this, I do not know how many I ate junk food (mainly Fonzies and Ringo - biscuits I generally hate: the convent - the backpack chock full of focaccia that harked back my bag and now I fear very little white - this offering), yesterday, with a little shock 'of all , and it seems that me and Andy Murray , friends (me XD) Mocho Vileda , we have the same complexion, almost. Which, if you have it this is not an encouraging thing. In fact the day before yesterday also pseudo-British-girls-who-wanted-to-be-b
I have a mess of things to think about, but I think the Theory of Ringo. Yeah.
I'm quite confused about many things, particularly on any changes (what for me has changed, whether it is final) of recent times, related to recent events.
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