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Long time no reads. Damn.

affezzzzionatisssssimi My dear readers and I'm back.

First, I feel a moral duty to thank you for the countless e-mail I receive each day for all these damn fucking months. Finite
pleasantries out of the fucking truth.
As you can deduce from my goddamn way of writing, I was in the fucking United States of America (God bless them!). And, brothers, everything is super-ok there.
What the fuck are we going to do there? Fuck you man, give me time to talk, fuck!
As you well know, Italy is damn expensive in disarray. And I said "fuck brother, take away the tents and refugees in some damn place safe ".
In a hell of a chat fottuttissimi I met some brothers who have told me:" Fuck friend, how do you not understand that there is going to blow up a bloody mess! " And so I got a damn flight to fucking Texas. And I tell you? is a blast.
I was in a fucking goddamn CIA's secret base, and we eat only hot dogs and fucking beer in cans and, hell, it was a blast!
I learned the most innovative and damn survival techniques: change the channel to the no-look fucking Ti-Vi, preparing hamburgers on the engine of a fucking SUV, like the Coca prepare the urine and lard and so on. And then, friend, I learned to handle a cock with machine guns! God bless the fucking machine gun! Of course, the training was damn hard every day just for us about 12 hours ahead of cazzutissime cazzutissimi hospitals and we were out all the fucking bastards the fucking health insurance and those below 100 kg dry and I made buckets, man.
One day my instructor fucking me in the asshole screaming: "Ugly mangiaspaghetti fag! Now take your fucking colander with all your shit and you go back to hell in your fucking country of tailors fags ! And he lemonade under the watchful eye of surveillance camera, thrusting a hand into the holy bible.
... uh ... mmm ...
Obviously I have not done anything all of this. But I would have preferred to drip of indecency and barbarism that is now poured upon us daily by the news from Italy.

ps The picture accompanying this post, is not the worst that appears on google typing in "God Bless America" \u200b\u200bthere was too much competition. I challenge you to find the worst.

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Impressions dall'autolavaggio

all starts with a green light turns red and a drizzle to end that flooded the glasses and the eyes of children. Children as I was then.

seems young and crystalline water, the miracle of a blue sky, but a burst of bubbles that lead down the dirt riding. The soap has the smell of new tires, save the shells of soft plastic and remote control of certain sponges drunken grease and detergent at low cost. Even the midges can not stand, yet I am already dead and buried like the memories of some trips up and down the country. Travels with Dad at the hands of the divide between the steering wheel and shift knob between the protruding edges of the houses and zig-zag of those other scooter.

The car wash now is quieter, has undergone several technical improvements, it may seem more beautiful. Today's car is longer, has a heart of my mail, and although it is less than what it once was, that of captain papà.Difficile feel like then. This is a ship without a hatch to be closed, without any windows to be capped with a thousand and turns of the crank. We feel adrift. You do not feel alone in the middle of the storm. There is no magnetic saint to whom to entrust their prayers.

When the timer activates the brushes of the outside world I can do is blue. The blue floating invading rear window. The blue ravenous that swallows the car and all my thoughts. The blue slip saying nothing on the pages of writing pads resting on my knees. I write everything that comes into my head, while the rollers come back for a second pass. Out of people distract me as a soft watercolor brush. Some people wait their turn while smoking cigarettes. Who is anxious to dry glass and bodywork. Those who attempt in vain to tame would-long snakes.

From here go out in bigger or smaller? From here I would go out into larger or smaller? I blow dry air dries the body pushing the water along beds lining black as pitch. Drains along the invisible return to land and sky.

Everything ends with a red light turns green, a motor car that goes off coughing and forward, uncertain, towards the sun.

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I have a very busy lifestyle (special teleshopping)

I have a very busy lifestyle:

1. not have time to go to the hairdresser I prefer to shear their hair alone with a machine not yet patented.
2. not have time to follow a I prefer to swallow magic diet powders.
3. do not have time to see a chiropodist prefer sanded the foot pocket with a grinder.
4. not have time to exercise outdoors prefer to ride on a vibrating plate in the living room.
5. do not have time to sleep I prefer to buy a mattress that multiply it by two hours of my sleep.
6. do not have time to cut the vegetables into pieces I prefer to slice the fingers Julienne with a special tool.
7. do not have time to give the dye at home prefer to buy a nuclear reactor from shoulder.
8. not have time to go from body builder I prefer to touch the car with the uniposca.
9. do not have time I prefer to go to the doctor listen to what he has to say in passing the first white coat.
10. do not have time to go out and meet new people prefer to subscribe to chat and exchange messages with friends and friends from around the world.
11. not have time to buy water and fruit juices rather suck the comfortable pads.
12. not have time to listen to what the professor says the university I prefer to record everything with a video camera embedded in the cap of Bic (if not swallow the first time saving time and making me a better housewife gastroscopy).
13. not have time for me I prefer to slip in a sauna and a Canadian light a fire under my feet.
14. not I have time to go to the furniture to touch you prefer to order six space-saving shoe racks.
15. do not have time to prepare for the wedding list I prefer to pick up the phone.
16. do not have time to dream prefer me to numbers by the expert of the lot.
17. do not have time to buy gear for DIYers prefer to use the kitchen knives.
18. not have time to delete my opponent in love him to prefer a bill directly.
19. do not have time to paint prefer to buy a painting by that artist Argentine dying.
20. not have time to go buy pants my size I prefer to slip sudorante The belly (or at least let me redo your ass).

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The memory has a guardian of the game without keys

The memory has a guardian without keys, this may be intact, but impenetrable or all fragmented because of too much freedom of coming and going. But sometimes, just a crumb, a word thrown into the river over the years and the memories are fast, like fish from the bottom. To the dear "grandparents" guests of Villa Serena in Lonigo the word "fair" does this effect. E 'greedy as bait, to which the memory does not know, can not resist.

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In Silvio startled to hear her grandfather, reach out your hand as if to catch the flight to want those memories capricious: "There I was all year at the Fiera di Lonigo, then it was the Horse Fair and people came from all over Europe. Do you think that I knew of people who came from Austria even walk! I was in love with the city and the lovely birds: there were many and of different species, all pulled and polished for the occasion. There were thoroughbred racing, horses, beasts of burden, and so each March 25 to mount my bike and ran into the city from Barbara where I lived then. Kept me all day with friends to look closely at the horses and assist Trading: it was not an everyday thing, very few people who could afford to own a horse. "

in those days to see the show were not enough to Lonigo eyes. It took my legs, like his grandfather Silvio, and there they would have their ears, like my grandmother Louise : "The horses were all tied to the rings beyond the wall of the orphanage," he says trying to convey that image with the look. "I was living there at that time with the sisters, but not always brought to see the show. So I'm happy to hear the voices from the window and the noise of the hoofs of horses, made them run up and down to see if they were "good" before you buy. So were other times, people close deals with a simple handshake, but contracts! There was a sense of honor and mutual respect. Near the bridge Guà then there were the stables for the housing of animals during the night, but it was not for all: there were too many in the city and then you pay! "

An old program (source e-bay)

legs to get into town, ears to hear his voice but also her mouth to savor the flavor in those special days, in those days of celebration. "Often I was close to the Carnival," he said almost with her grandmother and grandmother Santa Antoinette. "Not far from where were the horses and where they had bargained the market with many stalls where he was a bit of everything ', even to eat. It was certainly different from what is now, but for us it meant so much. If you could buy something and then we went with friends to attend the horse races. The riders pilot gigs ran around the ring and the racecourse (now Circle) or rode horses and competed jumping obstacles. It was really exciting, "said grandmother smiling Santa in interpreting the thought of all those present.

A thought is like a small star, illuminates the present with a light that comes from the past, a time when a word was enough to move heaven and earth, to turn the dreams, to excite people, "Fair". And now try to forget it.

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MacGyver

Some years ago I developed a sort of role-playing game: it was called "We're all McGyver" as the blog host. The goal was to evoke that great genius of television Angus Mac Gyver and how he to achieve it do everything using the few (and often unnecessary) items available. Well, today, a little 'out of nostalgia and a little' for fun, I decided to reprint here some of those weird companies brlilantemente resolved by users at the time. Happy reading and enjoy! (Oh, and if you would like to try your hand-sentiste wish you well, go ahead!)

Episode # 1 - The dream

"A wealthy Sultan of Qatar has decided to grant, as Supreme thanks for having changed the bulb dell'anabbagliante right of his Ferrari, a night in the company of his harem, consisting of twenty-seven beautiful women from around the world. You, galvanized by the award, you're lying in a splendid Olympic swimming pool with hydro massage scented salts and glasses of champagne, knowing that you just clap for once to enter the room all the girls and twice to turn off lights. You are about to do it once, when suddenly the sound of the alarm clock wrist Ringoboys, which announces that there are seven and plenty of snow in western Ohio. "

Disappointment is too much: it's time to rebel. Do you want to completely finish the dream and decides to slip back into a deep sleep, thus entering in your venture in Qatar, in the precise moment where you left off. In the dresser drawer, you have everything you need to make the company: some greedy puffbacche, a clown fish (which is obviously looking for Nemo) and the Windows calculator.

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The simplest solution is always the best! Slingshot me into the kitchen with puffbacche and, mindful of dozens of episodes of the test of the cook (which I log every day), prepare a dozen small cakes of berries and cream. Then convince the clown fish to organize a show of custard pies, promising to change the last number of Playfish, erotic magazine for male fish (which are also subscriber) this month published photos of a topless mullet cool. To ensure the fish, I'm going to print flyers for the show, which carpets the woods dela area, making many friends among other things, the forester. Now we have to wait. In no time you say my house is full of smurfs who can not resist this kind of shows. The fish begins to entertain, then I secretly tipped off to Gargamel, who was my companion in the tent Ringoboys which purports to be accurate capturing all the smurfs (finally!).

Now, I know perfectly well why the Smurfs Gargamel wants Twenty years ago she had a dream in which he had a harem of 27 beautiful women, but was awakened by the most beautiful radio Ringochildren (who had received the times the average), and since then he dreams of ending the dream and found that the only way is to produce a particular sleeping pill based smurf. I offer then the potion will end because the kitchen. As soon as I can see that the concoction is almost ready, I take the windows calculator and divide a number by 0: its application is not responding and you are requested to send the error report to Microsoft. As soon as I press "send" rang at the door open and I find myself in front of two thugs uncooperative with the Windows logo tattooed on his biceps. With air a little impaired I wonder who sent the message and I point to Gargamel (which also now the only known likeness of Bruno Vespa ...); the two brutes then extracted from the sheath of their toolbar and explorer corciano Gargamel poker , I extend cordial greetings and then leave by Mr. Gates. So I can finally take possession of the soporific potion and go back to my harem, carrying a pair of handcuffs that I tickle the fancy hair!

I note that all took place in no more than 25 minutes.

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The only time I guessed the future

We had a cat. His name was Rudy. The name had they given the former owner and we had not had enough imagination by the change. Rudy was not the rest a bad name for a cat. Rudy the cat had reddish hair, streaked with white, but only on top. Below was all beige. My grandfather said that was not good for mice, because we gave him to eat the dog food in cans and the smelly mush. The reality Rudy rats them out. Every time I saw him hanging from a mouth. Dead or about to be anyway. When I discovered struggling with a mouse, Rudy was always on the defensive and if I approached with a teeth grab the poor rodent and put to flight. The scene always gave me the sick, but I could not avoid it. I wanted to see how he was doing. As killed the play. I would have wanted to do too, but without blood. The blood of the mouse whiskers on Rudy was too difficult to bear. When he noticed my mother Rudy chased with a broom for the entire courtyard. He seemed to have a great time. He could escape from the near or climb on a tree, but he was right there at your broom. Rudy playing with fire. That purpose he knew by heart my buttocks. They had tried it several times, for different reasons. In the end though Rudy and always escaped my mother if she returned home, laughing as if they had said something funny or had seen something funny. I do not I understood a thing. Even now that I see them chasing each other in the mind runs a smile.

Rudy, however, was more attracted by the road from mice. There was something beyond calling him and forced him to challenge the car every night. When I could see him crouched near the road, my heart stopped. My brother instead sobbed when he saw beyond the railing. I always wanted at his side and could not help crying. But I just held my breath until I saw him disappear into the ditch in front, then went back to my chores and was more concerned for him even though I knew he would soon recrossed. One afternoon we sat around the table outside in the shade of the porch, I took a sheet and I had drawn a road that was supposed to look like a cat lying in the middle. And then a car. And a truck. And another truck with trailer. I would like to design a tractor, but I knew it slow, so I started drawing cars without the pretense that they were beautiful. So I colored it all, I had rehearsed for good with a black marker with the tip end and receiving attached with tape to the chair where Rudy was sleeping for a while '. While gliel'attaccavo carefully over the back, he opened his eyes and receiving slit pointed to a moment before returning his dreams of a cat. That was the only time that I guessed the future.