Oh, how far did Bartali, than they have done Mohamedali. And Philostratus is sitting on the roof rack and is thinking of his stomach, including a beer and another van if they get more strength and I could not. Coppi I think the tone and I feel like throwing up. And the legs they say, "I do not come," when I think Girardengo. The shirt is pink, red sweat more, sedated by good 3 hours of dancing. Malinowski was in the chase group, weighted by Elena (which included liters good, not too good beer). The Great Escape, as Anthony Quinn, I danced Sirtaki and Klezmer. Graduates turned on the spine, the sound of Klarinette. I even cried the rascal escape from the isolation hospital. Fortunately, the performance of a drunk are far below the average time since the middle of raging downpour in the blood. Morsi bowel and remorse of conscience fan so that the Tour of Italy to resume with less enthusiasm, more than trained seals, and the first time. In the sense that we leave before the seals are trained to perfection, one above the nose. And then the red beast, after the ordeal, creaks and Caligula. And since I'm not crazy, my horse will not grow old prematurely, but removed, the passenger with me, our pieces you can recover them before the Blades on a door. Via Lame called because a guy reads as last night he wanted to pull out a knife and make us appreciate his skills as embroidery face because his friend had been touched by a newspaper page, the bouncing from Paul and Elena finally on the shady characters who debuted with a "pig god", but his career was cut short. And then after all of the stage no one knew what to vote, to vote, whether to cancel, and what they would do the partisans. For my part I decided to vote with their feet, but at that time were engaged by pedaling. Farewell, then, the greens of the west, and pink houses. The shower makes me angelic, passing in a soft bed in the sweet sleep of death.
