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here's what I forgot, for example!

I printed the screen turns old, the other time, so I find myself in less than two shifts and two colleagues, older and stoned that they exchanged the three rounds as if they were Cups and seven abbastoni. And I know if I'll try to say something, we put so much time to make them understand even half of the speech that the day shift would be gone.

I forgot the key to the padlock, so until at 17:19 I was only with the gown, coat and hooves without company. Now, to the exasperation I hinged with a paper clip.

I forgot to pack creaker good with olives.

I forgot to be on a diet, but that was yesterday, today I was.

I forgot my patience, I also forget. And I was going to send to hell a guy with his hand literally sautéed the chain saw or circular saw or power saw, whatever you want. And when he said with his usual idiotaggiche that distinguishes those who have a fifa Executioner, while I bathed the floor in blood: "Nooooooooooooo points no doctor, I only came to I disinfected a home not c'avevo tossificata water, "I said, 'No, today I do not want to fight. Ok sign me ... Today we salute you and I really do not like to fight "... Then I changed my mind, usually of persuasion, usually by ricamini Fontane Sisters ... But there was little meat left by patching.

I have a feeling that he is drowning. Suffocating. Do not take it anymore. A guy with whom I went out last year but only for lunch and then gave him the hole, back here, and it happens every now and then "advice" just b. where is

I did not really afraid to say something. ... Because it was basically a How do you say?

A gentleman.

At most deny, deny until his death.

I forgot that March 8 is Women's Day, and I should go see cocks dangling with lalilli and rickety. But I know I will not. The male strip makes me laugh, and I know a little hygienic.

I forget that my mother on March 7 that oozed blood and eight had confirmed it would be all fucked up.

I would never stop writing. ( But I had to stop that I had called, and I write this while I read ).

I would not pull out every time mom I have to complain. I would like make peace with dad but I hate him. I hate it in a childish way, and then hate him even more because it makes me hate myself. On the other hand, however, I forgot, or I have yet to understand why they are pissed with him.

I want to make peace with the brain, but this is mathematically impossible. I would like b, it was a sex god, but then I know however if it were, I would like a hermaphrodite.

Now, I'm better, apart from the fact that the only connection I have pricey, I sent him away.

I would also like the deaf-mute oss believe me when I say that the roast pork sandwich at the fair do not want it. Why I do not like the roast pig ...! But I must tell you, who are Muslim?