Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Does Implantation Bleed Have Tissues?

And NIU 'DIIL FOR ME AND NEVER LAIF


Shah Raghèz!
As mentioned in the title, is a new working life for cuminzè el Dazwo.
cacuzzòli Those blacks who see sciopra scion my new life mission: Far
sciòldi cacchette with the rabbit?
NO.
Ariccia with goat droppings?
noo. Briatore
Competing with the proceeds derived from the evacuation of hamsters allowed?
NOOOOO.
After an instructive trip to Middle Eastern lands and dazzled by the sun of rabies from Austrian lire sciòpratutto Sciaudìta but we turn around, I sold my soul to the devil and I accepted a job offer: Sell
oil.
No, I have taken the Fratelli Carli Imperia http://www.carli.com/OlioCarli/ , the curious cacuzzolini blacks are rapeseed.
In this period of absence, my life has been immersed in oil, a fullimmersciòn.
I will take a mortgage to pay for laundry.


Thursday, November 25, 2010

Sample Sbi Power Of Attorney

Choosing Dazwo

are back.
Loso Loso, I frayed the Maronites.
I love you with all my heart and the liver but, unfortunately, work forced me to life choices that I have permission to be here (dedicandomicivisinidicivi) with due respect for you. Despite this
that are here, the old Dazwo and his Orchestra, to remedy these ills in the coming days and we ammorberà with new stories, so if you want me.
At Salut.
"

Monday, November 22, 2010

Censor Light Staying On Problem

Big Wednesday drunkards

The question going on in my skull for a while '.

"In between, there are sharks in Santa Cruz?"
Francis: 'Well, yes. However, the latest attack goes back to a decade ago "

Excellent. I have no idea what that means, but good. Did the Californian surfers are not the tastiest as it once was. Or maybe that sharks feel competition from lawyers and bankers prefer to hold a line absent.

Francis: "In the case, a good punch on the nose "

Now I feel more comfortable. The six years of boxing I will be served at least something. If I find myself face to face with a shark, column left, right hook. Then comes the referee to count and you're done. Even my traveling companions, now that I'm aware of, feel more relaxed. In fact, ask politely if possible, in the case, run aground on the beach and build tracks for the balls or engage, as a last resort, the game of tennis.

Shark or not, will never give up occasion of surfing in California . At least once in my life. And the clear day, with its 28 degrees, is none other than the seal Pope's final. A Nov. 3 that I do not forget easily. Zurich and its polar climate are reminiscent blown away by the ocean breeze.

Di Francesco I think this thing I speak at least a year.

"When you come visit me in the U.S., I bring you to surf . The promise was kept. Thus, at 4 pm, we are all in the car in the direction of Santa Cruz as leader, I on the side and behind L, S and D. Usually I never use the names of those who appear in my posts, but in this I express the eternal gratitude to Frank for the realization of a dream that I carry around since I saw for the first time Big Wednesday . to board California girls. Traffic

strong but smooth. We are all excited . Francis, after learning of my limbs by professional killer, played another card. That wave. Six feet tall. And while D, behind, it becomes increasingly pale cerulean, mozzarella with a hair to the Renegade, I'm impipo, because my brain can not grasp the concept. And then, what do you want to be two meters in the air for someone who has survived ten editions of Big Brother ? continue on the road between curves and parabolic curves . The tall milk Blockbuster, a version of our cappuccino strip stars specifically created to subjugate dilated stomachs of Americans, runs frantically in my duodenum and for some moments I felt that I had turned into something of aircraft, impalpable. Type a fart, but with more teeth. Francis, who after all is a good soul, he decided to relieve the kamikaze mission by giving a quick lesson basics to learn before entering the water table. I pretend to pay attention and in the meantime I guess while I ride the wave and three Playboy bunnies, there, on the beach, going crazy for my tricks and my sculpted biceps lifting and lowering for entire nights glasses of cuba libre . I must remember call the old Hugh before returning to Italy. Maybe he needs a hand. L, however, play casually with your cell phone while S, which claims to know Italian, shows no sign of assent with his head even though I strongly doubt that he does not understand anything. D is the only one who seems really interested in the lesson . An interest in terror, so much so that few minutes later, possessed by the spirit of Furio Bianco, Rosso e Verdone, asks in turn: water temperature, wind speed and direction, moisture content, specific gravity of the table and a bitter Lucan. If I remember correctly. On arrival, we are looking for a place that rents equipment necessary. The guy in the shop, baseball cap on his head and dazed expression by salt and too many years passed before a mirror to squeeze the pimples, none of it to rent the tables . The waves are too high for a beginner. D while passed out. Francis explains that there is nothing to fear because, if Michael Phelps can continue to break one record after another, it is only thanks to the fact that I, humble guy and noble mind, I prefer to stay behind the scenes and let him. So if things go wrong, I am their Mitch Buchannon. The guy glances at me. Maybe not if drink it. The guy says occhei occhei. Maybe if you drink. Ten minutes later we're at the beach. I must admit I put my suit was not easy, and the matter was complicated further by the fact that the first time I am putting the upside, a clear sign of early dementia. Before entering the water, we lie on the tables and try to jump on maintaining the equilibrium position. Attempts are very compassionate and seen from afar, seem four beached seals. And those who see spinning on our noses, yes, your balls are. 'Nuff said, it's time to take action. Know that when you say the ocean water is cold, they lie. Indeed, it is frozen and my feet instantly undergo a process of cryogenics , becoming two plaques that hang from the inert legs. The beginner surf is just waiting spasmodic wave, a pagaita continues with weak arms and even the physical well-trained enough because forget to ride the wave. To tell the truth, and do not ask how she did it, I've got done. I managed to win the coveted position and I was relieved to heaven . I had already pointed the finger pattern Judgement. An incredible feeling. I remember thinking, "What figat ...", but I could not even to complete the thought - a real shame, I'm sure, for the elite intellectual world - that the wall of water, an unstoppable avalanche, I slammed down centrifuged at thirty degrees, and for four or five seconds I was the mercy of this incredible force of nature, incapable of discernment, to recognize right from left, from below and above the PD from the PDL. In short, the perfect tronista.

The day ended later in the most dignified, or four beers before , the distant roar of the waves, ideal foundation for a twilight melancholy that has that taste of something that is over and that, alas, will never return more, because yes, I already said Heraclitus, everything inevitably flows. As our lives. Thanks for Francesco, 34 years, and I write without rhetoric, I realized again what it means to be a child - that's why my penis out of the water was so tiny ... Good week to all!

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Symptoms Of The Black Death

Californication

How can the nine and a half of a sunny and unusually warm Saturday morning in Zurich supermarket has already been a crossroads for people ? I have no answer. Instead, I have another question, and it's yours: how is it that at nine and a half of a sunny and unusually Zurich mild Saturday morning you are in a supermarket shopping? Well, the answer I have. Jet lag . Allow me a bit 'of your attention and I explain how things went.

all starts October 30, when the window of Zurich becomes smaller and smaller until it becomes a scaled map. I am sure that is the bottom dot in Zukunft. I expect 12 hours of travel. This is the time it takes to travel the thousands of miles that separate me from San Francisco . As you can see, unless your pumpkin has not landed on the anvil of two hundred pounds, instantly turns into a stupid version of a euscherichia coli, are to the United States. Those of America. My first time in the land of the Pilgrim Fathers. Say I'm excited not get the idea. I wait a week in California for what it seems, question employees, and a holiday in that city which, for better or worse, I already know everything, being grew up with Woody Allen . But first things first.

Warning, this post can seriously harm your mental health.

For my parents, if they ever had to unfortunately come across this paper: everything you write is devoid of any foundation. There is a nano anti-Semite who under the threat of a vision Forcing a full year of men and women forced me to write nonsense against my will. Amen.

Welcome

On the way to San Jose. Me and my colleague D. At Hertz, having started with "We love football!" Commenting on all the flags on display with the words "Go Giants", a baseball team known , we trimmed a drunk browser that works on a deferred basis. The same with Christopher Columbus. We arrive at the hotel around seven in the evening, after having circumnavigated the Indies. Let your luggage in the room, go to dinner and we decided to avoid waking up in the middle of the journey of our life with staring eyes, fixed on the ceiling, to the evening. So ended a very long coffee, we sneak in the room next to experience a true celebration of American Halloween. Unfortunately we have no form, but seem to be two zombies so the problem does not arise. While sipping my hard coke and rum, Cat Woman and Britney Spears porno sit down on the sofa in front of me. Cat woman, with a couple of bumps that do not go unnoticed, decides that I am the man of her life and trying the first approach with a simple and still valid, "Hello." I drugged by travel and time zone, try a hint to greet the head and not say a word. I've seen pictures of benjamin ficus do best. Cat woman decides that they are no longer the man of her life and goes to purr in Batman. D looks at me astonished and even Robin. I understand the bitter disappointment and realize that if I want to win narcolepsy and have a minimum of interaction I need something stronger: a sniff of socks and a vodka red bull . So, a few drinks later, we moved in dandy bar, pulls a meeting later in the area, boring businessmen in suits and girls in heels 15 are polished. With us, two babes we dragged behind. The pupa dominant hormonal hit by storms, I suggests that would be interested to see my collection of Jesuits Euclidean . Hit by a sudden attack of Berkeley, hesitation and lose confidence in the existence of matter. She, seguage the school of Dr. Samuel Johnson, approaches me and whispers " only sex, but ", thus refuting my ideal universe.

In short, I had to sacrifice . The integration requires the acceptance of local traditions and customs and I like to integrate. The next day, mostly disintegrated, I was walking up and down the streets of San Francisco. Destroyed. The strategy to overcome the jet lag has been a failure, but at least my yawns have taken on a meaning totally unexpected . Well, I would say that is enough for today. The next post will be dedicated to all my two-week trip. It's three o'clock in the morning. I'll try to go to sleep. You probably will not succeed. And my yawning, tomorrow will be the usual yawn of a monotonous Monday as many others. I wish you a good week and a person that I want a full recovery very well, hoping that will soon be able to go home and see the postcard, this time I remembered to send. Hello.