are overwhelmed by a kind of amnesia that reduces my normal perception of things.
slam legs everywhere and now have become worse than a camouflage.
I forget appointments, things, dates, feelings.
clothes are like a barrel, or bottomless. in both cases, wine, water or liquid flow out without any resistance whatsoever.
About wine and spirits in general (water a bit 'less). How come the warm coca-Malibu and vodka and a number that is a pleasure to go down?
I apologize to those who saw me raving to Salus no later than Saturday, June 13, evening in which a victim of alcoholics smoke, gozzovigliai saluzzesi the streets with my "passfondazioneamletobertoni" and the dawn of approximately 2:30. raised several hurdles with ease, lying, poorly arranged ( even now, I've seen, Sisi ) along roadsides in the city.
time to complete the colorful picture, I can not write down the evening with friends in Milan Carl Barat. Immersed in promiscuous ambiguity of the model, we poured the spirit and body in a condensate ancestral worthy rival to the stormy weather outside, which made landfall on the first Babo et Maga and after the concert, giving us the final coup de grace that has brought, for both, a healthy cold (increased from Arctic climate dell'autogrill.)
blessed youth.
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