"We are friends but spoke little,
words to pieces, empty nights ...
you want me to change
and play again with all ... " (Open your gates, Litfiba 1996)
A Civitavulvia Spaccata there is an inn that called" Del Gallo D'Oro, where are pappardelle with ragu of squirrel. meat very tasty , muscular and cicciosa. If you think it sucks, can order the penne, meat sauce with a squirrel. Pappardelle did not please everyone, bring to mind the sauce duck. Yuck!
Ah, the cock of the name "Del Gallo D'Oro", refers not to a real cock. It 's a metaphor.
Inn of the Gallo d'Oro is an asshole who sings along.
officially hate the two guys spot Mediaset Premium. And when there is Marcuzzi groping publicizing GF 24h/24 that not even she believes, even hatred the Marcuzzi.
I think there was ever a spot so as a last resort, despite its being understood that the digital terrestrial (Pier) Silvio if not bum anyone.
I love the people blowing on food that falls to earth and believe they have wiped out all bacteria, then leads to the mouth. The food. Not the cock of the name "Del Gallo D'Oro".
A Rocca drain has opened a seaside inn. The tavern "fried fish". The specialty is
Plaice chopped, seasoned, if you love animals, with fucking Mare ( olutoria ) in batter. Batter Sea. I bet like plaice, unlike pappardelle at all. Species at all macho or assumed, which obviously does not love flora and then tell the waiter, "but without fucking Sea". If you are in Sicily, they say "but no fucking Mare, fuck." I do not like the macho, like nachos. Shit!
Inn "fried fish" is an asshole, however, those who are silent.
course, the fish of the name "fried fish" does not mean a real fish.
hate fintissimi programs but want to impersonate true. As if you do not understand that they are fake. Or do you really understand? Or are they real? I mean those
Bonolis, for example.
And I hate even the ones where De Filippi states in the dual role of mother and appicciafuoco. First rebuke to the arguments, then transmits errevuemme where the boys butt of consumer jokes, then console those who weep, and then again fomenting the clashes. I love Paperissima
beholder. Sauce Paper (issimo) a.
I love the rock band today or two days ago (mysteries of the faith) has made thirty years, and I hate people who say that are twenty years that have not been presented with a good album. Considering also that are missed ten years. I love
mess happening in schools and universities, and speak the same trouble eating a Whopper from Burger King. I hate the Steakhouse Burger
but do not hate the pickles in Cheesburger. Especially if it is a Cheesburger which follows the Whopper, while speaking of researchers and graduate courses such as "languages \u200b\u200band cultures to prevent bluetongue in cattle." The courses with 4 members and 20 kicking teachers to sell some book signed by them (but perhaps written by others). I
with the Whopper blue reflections, the language of the cattle, I do not want to eat anyway. I want a course
degree on squirrel stew. And other pleasantries.
PS: Have you noticed the new head?
If you have not noticed or are blind or idiots, incidentally.
Well, it means that is about to get the magazine of the MoC. If not
you realized, you're idiots, of course. Being blind has nothing to do in this case.
(Minchia.)
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