Who sleeps on the floor, Viveca who fight, who did the spy, who played pro iss, the speaker of basebaal and guns, those who drink, who is Naoleone. Watermelon 'mbrieca was not bad, not bad even the tug of war (all lost) and the kung-fu-like style.Obladì obladi. there's Louie Louie. While Tolla inadvertently left a burning memory of the evening on my hand I smeared the polka-dot polo Saretta. Albi has lost half of the evening with a girl already engaged, I wonder when will come back to redeem it. In the meantime, we are talking and dancing, right. listening to music and poignant evening with friends in the winter of 2034. I prefer Rino Gaetano, course.In of two we hit the chandelier, and Toll, and I have spent the afternoon to rescue a bitch trinkets and play volleyball. I never imagined that it was tolla quindicenne.ubriaco. Coated in wine. And yet ... All this brings me back, but only with the thoughts, not with a Delorian volante.Nei my thoughts. Without a license.
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