Why Do Guys Grow Their Thumb Nail

A coffee service

The moment when you realize that travel can not be the nightmare fear of that - Linked to your routine as you are immutable - you live at a time when the journey itself becomes a matter of routine. Or at least assume some feature because you remember how you did last time: from the customs terminal with rail wagons that seem to tire of the pioneers, without the long line, amazingly the contrast between the video types that scream "Welcome!" with his thumb up and the attitude of the customs officers who just seem to want you to say the wrong thing to whip out the card from green to blue in the first and the other, breathe in deeply the breath of fried stuff, Starbuck's and company singer and go out to see the stars and stripes combined with the inevitable. You're back in America.

Valerie got married (for the third time and a half) of the first six

witnessed. Very elegant in your tight, you attended the reception in the garden of the inevitable Villa Sassi, Turin Hotel, where all marriages are celebrated between bien née. Have you heard of the second, but when you get it all was almost finished and remained a house sbaraccare aftershave with him still on the shelf. Only half of you knew that this man has passed in his life that instinct you now classified as a "treadmill for physiotherapy post-traumatic," a thing that the obligation to be in business. The third six was the first lap of SUPERAMICI to know the candidate and the interview you had to tell others what kind it was. Do not you made a bad impression, but now you are seriously thinking of distinguished Valentina Za Za Gabor Award for showing tenacity in getting married in repetition.

But go well, there are people who surrounds himself with cats and others who prefer their husbands. You can not blame him, right? However, I'm back in the land of opportunity and contrast as I try to figure out how to turn the air conditioning and after half an hour of bitter cold, as off. America is so entrenched in terms of image in the minds of anyone beyond the opinion that if they can give everything seems a cliché. What an eye-witness can speak are the details: the smells, for example, ranging dall'asettico to heavy within a doorway. The eyes of who sees you in the street and smoke a cigarette, which now is just more typical of some blacks are not particularly favored in the race for success that wander with a glass of foam insulation (not really) full of coins. The taste of my fried oysters on the first night, drowned in a sorrel sauce is not bad but maybe a bit 'too much for a delicate thing after all, and that of my chicken nuggets at the airport on departure day, just perfect. And then the official story is that this time I was in Washington just to get coffee, not to put myself to do comparative studies on a company of which I can only say that I like more every time we get back. There's something about those people who reserved a (*) appear as Italian man sums up the hypocrisy when you realize that they are not kidding at all.

Two things: Dear Father, I understand that by not going to seduce anyone, and therefore behaving like a nice uncaring, I foolishly prove seductive to the party. It happens. Rarely, but it happens. Then I understand, we were both pretty drunk, making out a little 'there is. But since we had spent the evening talking about your being gay, to get me to ablate the balls with a corkscrew from your girlfriend a little butch us (me) looked wrong to me are not heard. Next time I promise to be more courageous, but you decide, for once!
And then, dear, Air France, congratulations: you made me change my mind on the fact that Alitalia could steal esssere healthy for our national airline. No, I say, next time you do that slam directly on the wing.

(*) Bwahahahahahahahahahhahahaha

PS - thanks to those who gave me their best wishes. And I am already thirty-seven, damn it.

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for Dr. Muggio and Rollin (avveritela, which is not among my friends)