Withholding IN CONDOMINIUM
New Year From January 1, 2007 fire required for blocks to retain and pay over the withholding tax of 4% on works contracts. The Inland Revenue has made it clear that compliance respect of all contracts, including those in small performance occasional maintenance (electrical, plumbing, etc..) will remain the exception of the prevailing supply of goods but with the installation.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Jonh Deere Trailfire For Sale
«[...]: eripiuntur nobis quaedam tempora ...
... quaedam subducuntur, quaedam effluunt. Turpissima iactura quae tamen est neglegentiam to fit. Et volueris adtendere, pars magna vitae elabitur agentibus evil, nihil agentibus maxima, in whole life aliud agentibus. [...]»*
There's nothing worse than being reprimanded after centuries ( twenty centuries Peddio!, As Seneca was born around 4 BC and committed suicide in 65 AD) from a Latin author. No, wait, it gets worse: it could happen to Marco Tullio "OMG!" Cicero.
(Among the things to do there would also be "put back the blog, but I do not want to tip. It would have been better and easier if I had taken for very good beginning, but what can I do? Somehow, also because of my careless way of living one's life in general, I suppose-I made it to decay in less than two years.)
Passing arguments to "serious" Saturday night I dreamed that Robert Downey Jr. (Robert Downey Jr. , Peddie!) accompanied the tour in my class. D'oh! The Me of the dream did not participate in the trip, but was accidentally in the same place that my friends had chosen as a destination, and when he saw them go out with him airport, his eyes bulging and it was all " , WHAT?! They know him? " Eee ... Yes, while I was sleeping, gnawing to death. Among others in their group was there-I do not know why-Shawn Pyfrom, better known as Andrew Van De Kamp of Desperate Housewives . Eee ... Well! Anger and wrath, oh!
The night before, however, I dreamed that almost all of the Glee Club happened in my humble abode. And, oh, it was a serious matter: my alter ego dream was to help them make something that I can not remember what it was, but I had to do with finding a way to leave with nothing from where I live. Memorable, however, the scene where the me makes them sneak into the house, the room on the ground floor, which was over my father and I was terrified that half of them would, like you would not want a dozen stray cats, except that they were human, but for him would be tantamount to having cats. ("Do more aaa no!" Hahaha!)
* (Translation courtesy of Prof. N.): Our hours are taken away from us by force sometimes, and sometimes with subtlety, and then once more we run on. But the loss of time that makes us more shame is what happens to our negligence. If you think of it, we must agree that most of life escapes us to do evil, in large part to do nothing and do nothing in the whole (as opposed to what we should do).
... quaedam subducuntur, quaedam effluunt. Turpissima iactura quae tamen est neglegentiam to fit. Et volueris adtendere, pars magna vitae elabitur agentibus evil, nihil agentibus maxima, in whole life aliud agentibus. [...]»*
There's nothing worse than being reprimanded after centuries ( twenty centuries Peddio!, As Seneca was born around 4 BC and committed suicide in 65 AD) from a Latin author. No, wait, it gets worse: it could happen to Marco Tullio "OMG!" Cicero.
(Among the things to do there would also be "put back the blog, but I do not want to tip. It would have been better and easier if I had taken for very good beginning, but what can I do? Somehow, also because of my careless way of living one's life in general, I suppose-I made it to decay in less than two years.)
Passing arguments to "serious" Saturday night I dreamed that Robert Downey Jr. (Robert Downey Jr. , Peddie!) accompanied the tour in my class. D'oh! The Me of the dream did not participate in the trip, but was accidentally in the same place that my friends had chosen as a destination, and when he saw them go out with him airport, his eyes bulging and it was all " , WHAT?! They know him? " Eee ... Yes, while I was sleeping, gnawing to death. Among others in their group was there-I do not know why-Shawn Pyfrom, better known as Andrew Van De Kamp of Desperate Housewives . Eee ... Well! Anger and wrath, oh!
The night before, however, I dreamed that almost all of the Glee Club happened in my humble abode. And, oh, it was a serious matter: my alter ego dream was to help them make something that I can not remember what it was, but I had to do with finding a way to leave with nothing from where I live. Memorable, however, the scene where the me makes them sneak into the house, the room on the ground floor, which was over my father and I was terrified that half of them would, like you would not want a dozen stray cats, except that they were human, but for him would be tantamount to having cats. ("Do more aaa no!" Hahaha!)
* (Translation courtesy of Prof. N.): Our hours are taken away from us by force sometimes, and sometimes with subtlety, and then once more we run on. But the loss of time that makes us more shame is what happens to our negligence. If you think of it, we must agree that most of life escapes us to do evil, in large part to do nothing and do nothing in the whole (as opposed to what we should do).
Friday, August 20, 2010
Hair Grows Back White On Dog
Making of High School II
Brief on my two main sources of livelihood for the school, which helped me to endure weeks type of genre. Because at home I had my own TV show and various foodstuffs, but in hostility school environment there was nothing all that could comfort me in moments when I felt very homesick and very depressed and demotivated.
Except for the diary and intrigues, of course.
D ECEMBER : 16-17.
G ANUARY: 07-08; 15; 16; 18; 20-21; 22 ; 24-25, 26-27 ; End.
F ebruary : 04; 05; 07; 11-12.
Arzo M: 01 ; 15; 16; 18; 29; End.
A pril: 06; 08; 11; 13; 15-16; 20; 21-22; 24; 25.
M premium: 01 ; 02-03, 04-05 ; 08-09; 15; End.
G UNE: 06-09; 12; End.
disegnetti addition to the diary, another way to pass the time was to observe my classmates, in particular one, G., to which I devoted this page . Top
are its typical plastic poses during queries (especially those in there, I copied quickly during the interrogation of philosophy, but were more or less the same for all subjects): 1) making the right forearm to support it for the left elbow, whose fingers help better teeth biting her lower lip, pushing him towards them, and 2) this time is the right hand to help the teeth to torment the poor lip, while the left if it is rigid in his pocket with opposable thumb sticking out from the edge in perfect style mushroom cunning, and 3) also left forearm should carry out the onerous task of supporting the right arm, whose hand rests thoughtfully on her cheek, giving the whole picture the typical pensive student looking for the answer, 4 ) in the final act, when the level touches the apex of neurosis and not enough bite the lip or the inside cheek, both hands, overcome by desire to do anything to not stand idly by the hips, and started to unbutton riabbottonare always the same button of the jacket (the G is always with the jacket in class, ever!) or otherwise ; quarried out of his pocket and the lighter there fiddling turning the washer. (The latest design is a disgrace me.)
Below is a practical scheme of darts allegations and certainly true, at least in my distorted view of reality, matings between the males of my class. The inspiration came to me reading the text and looking Triangle the video version strictly HP trio with Snape - Harry - Lupin. I noticed that the song was appropriate to describe the interesting situation between G. (Again!) Torn between his girlfriend F. , N., Professor of Italian, which reserves a lot of jokes about his beloved. ( I'll call you, I will offer you a strange night / The pretext know ... Four discs and a bit 'of whiskey ...) But then I realized, since I am a person m ooo lto alarm that the situation was well beyond the three of them. It was evident that the G. even if the intention N., not at all Professor, apparently jealous of their relationship ( him who he is, is already difficult to do with you ... quit it! / He who is he? He is this? He is? / IS but it is certainly too distracted ... quit it! [...] While I risk being in the dark, in the arms of him ... / It is not my type! ), took them around in front of all the class were saying that the machines together to make out (text word) at the end if only one of the two of them took the coffee, the other who accompanied him to do each time? G. was speechless petrified in the middle of the class, unable to articulate an answer and question with their eyes, looking around for someone or something to help him understand the situation. But the professor had its folds (The triangle no, I had not considered, / agree I'll try, the geometry is not a crime ): The Pi., Which made jokes from time to time; helped him, if he was in trouble in the responses during the questions, do not ever give him the lowest rating of 7, except when such a version, but then he would give him 10 months later, when asking questions in general to the whole class, however, looked at him - or G. or Pa. - For the answers short, he loved him like the G, although the Pi. was disputed, with prof. English, but oh well, then there was the Pa., grew up on the Professor comments on his clothes and expensive, small Pa. blushed vigorously, but in the end he always blushed, poor Pa. ( While I risk but the triangle it again ... / Why not? 'd do it again ...) Then there is the
C., of which for months I have missed his role (he who is ? Why did you brought you? Its role is to explain to me what it is? ), until one day the solution appeared to me in style divine apparition : flirt with Pa., it seems obvious! The dear boy, in fact, a day for recreation was trying to bypass a line passing over the counter, but since it is a decent man, she could not jump on it with shoes, oh no! There he sat up, swung over into the legs well up, and then down the other side should have been, except that you sat on C. with the chair's center. The Pa., therefore, unable to reject out of hand, had the brilliant idea to go down with her legs apart, but the C. noticed that in this way was almost the worst in him like slipping porn school (if any), and then got a bit 'disgusted and a little' fun. It took us all to laugh at the unusual scene, including Pa., which turned red due to suffocation from laughter.
Note 1: Sometimes my typical week could be different. Usually, if the next day I was at home, not studying in the afternoon as un'invasata, but I spent the whole day or the whole pc or sleep (coma), while sometimes stayed at home in the morning to study because the hours the afternoon were not enough, so I got up soon anyway. On Saturday I was not always the PC in the afternoon, again dependent on the amount of pages to be studied, in most cases I tried to do as much on Saturday not to get up early on Sunday morning, as this would have broken the week coma (sacrilegio!), but sometimes it was necessary also up early in the day of celebration.
hard life as a student ...
Note 2: Needless to say, I can not think of the song Triangle without me apart from my hysterical laughter.
Brief on my two main sources of livelihood for the school, which helped me to endure weeks type of genre. Because at home I had my own TV show and various foodstuffs, but in hostility school environment there was nothing all that could comfort me in moments when I felt very homesick and very depressed and demotivated.
Except for the diary and intrigues, of course.
D ECEMBER : 16-17.
G ANUARY: 07-08; 15; 16; 18; 20-21; 22 ; 24-25, 26-27 ; End.
F ebruary : 04; 05; 07; 11-12.
Arzo M: 01 ; 15; 16; 18; 29; End.
A pril: 06; 08; 11; 13; 15-16; 20; 21-22; 24; 25.
M premium: 01 ; 02-03, 04-05 ; 08-09; 15; End.
G UNE: 06-09; 12; End.
disegnetti addition to the diary, another way to pass the time was to observe my classmates, in particular one, G., to which I devoted this page . Top
are its typical plastic poses during queries (especially those in there, I copied quickly during the interrogation of philosophy, but were more or less the same for all subjects): 1) making the right forearm to support it for the left elbow, whose fingers help better teeth biting her lower lip, pushing him towards them, and 2) this time is the right hand to help the teeth to torment the poor lip, while the left if it is rigid in his pocket with opposable thumb sticking out from the edge in perfect style mushroom cunning, and 3) also left forearm should carry out the onerous task of supporting the right arm, whose hand rests thoughtfully on her cheek, giving the whole picture the typical pensive student looking for the answer, 4 ) in the final act, when the level touches the apex of neurosis and not enough bite the lip or the inside cheek, both hands, overcome by desire to do anything to not stand idly by the hips, and started to unbutton riabbottonare always the same button of the jacket (the G is always with the jacket in class, ever!) or otherwise ; quarried out of his pocket and the lighter there fiddling turning the washer. (The latest design is a disgrace me.)
Below is a practical scheme of darts allegations and certainly true, at least in my distorted view of reality, matings between the males of my class. The inspiration came to me reading the text and looking Triangle the video version strictly HP trio with Snape - Harry - Lupin. I noticed that the song was appropriate to describe the interesting situation between G. (Again!) Torn between his girlfriend F. , N., Professor of Italian, which reserves a lot of jokes about his beloved. ( I'll call you, I will offer you a strange night / The pretext know ... Four discs and a bit 'of whiskey ...) But then I realized, since I am a person m ooo lto alarm that the situation was well beyond the three of them. It was evident that the G. even if the intention N., not at all Professor, apparently jealous of their relationship ( him who he is, is already difficult to do with you ... quit it! / He who is he? He is this? He is? / IS but it is certainly too distracted ... quit it! [...] While I risk being in the dark, in the arms of him ... / It is not my type! ), took them around in front of all the class were saying that the machines together to make out (text word) at the end if only one of the two of them took the coffee, the other who accompanied him to do each time? G. was speechless petrified in the middle of the class, unable to articulate an answer and question with their eyes, looking around for someone or something to help him understand the situation. But the professor had its folds (The triangle no, I had not considered, / agree I'll try, the geometry is not a crime ): The Pi., Which made jokes from time to time; helped him, if he was in trouble in the responses during the questions, do not ever give him the lowest rating of 7, except when such a version, but then he would give him 10 months later, when asking questions in general to the whole class, however, looked at him - or G. or Pa. - For the answers short, he loved him like the G, although the Pi. was disputed, with prof. English, but oh well, then there was the Pa., grew up on the Professor comments on his clothes and expensive, small Pa. blushed vigorously, but in the end he always blushed, poor Pa. ( While I risk but the triangle it again ... / Why not? 'd do it again ...) Then there is the
C., of which for months I have missed his role (he who is ? Why did you brought you? Its role is to explain to me what it is? ), until one day the solution appeared to me in style divine apparition : flirt with Pa., it seems obvious! The dear boy, in fact, a day for recreation was trying to bypass a line passing over the counter, but since it is a decent man, she could not jump on it with shoes, oh no! There he sat up, swung over into the legs well up, and then down the other side should have been, except that you sat on C. with the chair's center. The Pa., therefore, unable to reject out of hand, had the brilliant idea to go down with her legs apart, but the C. noticed that in this way was almost the worst in him like slipping porn school (if any), and then got a bit 'disgusted and a little' fun. It took us all to laugh at the unusual scene, including Pa., which turned red due to suffocation from laughter.
Note 1: Sometimes my typical week could be different. Usually, if the next day I was at home, not studying in the afternoon as un'invasata, but I spent the whole day or the whole pc or sleep (coma), while sometimes stayed at home in the morning to study because the hours the afternoon were not enough, so I got up soon anyway. On Saturday I was not always the PC in the afternoon, again dependent on the amount of pages to be studied, in most cases I tried to do as much on Saturday not to get up early on Sunday morning, as this would have broken the week coma (sacrilegio!), but sometimes it was necessary also up early in the day of celebration.
hard life as a student ...
Note 2: Needless to say, I can not think of the song Triangle without me apart from my hysterical laughter.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Afrin Burns My Throat
2010 World Cup: Netherlands - Spain
{I'm late for this great update, I know. The fact is that I had a little 'to do this week but the post I had already begun shortly after the end of the game and it would not take much to finish it - I had already written the most - if he had not submitted my proverbial laziness combined with my not very profitable cazzeggiano on Facebook. In short, the usual loss of time in which international champion. Ah, there are probably errors in grammar, but writing to the laptop is a Chinese torture, as well as impossible for two pecking keys right below. Enjoy!}
! WARNING!: This post may contain (not necessarily in that order): words in Tuscany; unnecessary references to some scholars a literary work; comparisons of people with other people, total desecration of football and glorification of rugby rintronante foul language, blood, hands gesticulating gay; diagrams with arrows, some ultra hot English and many other topics. Ah, I forgot, it also contains the comments of the Countess myself on the game Holland-Spain.
The practical scheme of darts colored is my wonderful art work that sums up the World this year (if not seen, Altervista's fault, not mine * grin * spastic), while below We have some of my remarks about the final.
- From childhood to adulthood : I admit that it is not a great expert on soccer, in fact, we can say that I do not give a damn. I hated the sport and soporific, but is the only sport in which, during the World Cup, I can make patterns with darts. I love patterns with darts! As a child I used the events to nonmiricordocosa with my toys just to make diagrams with arrows leading to the winner. For the rest are much more passionate about rugby and basketball, if we want to talk about sports teams. My previous football can be summed up in two historic events:
1) the 2002 World Cup, a match in the case of Italy. I watched the whole game without a break off a moment with my dad. I found it deliciously funny take the piss out of the Italian players, especially millemila Vieri, who tried repeatedly to make a headed goal. I belly flop over with laughter. Italy was later thrown out in the quarter-finals. (I could be wrong that they were the World Cup, I inferred that from a few facts: there were Vieri and Trapattoni, Wiki and confirmed their presence at this World, was the national team and I think the World Cup are the only sporting event that concern, it was surely because it was hot summer and watched the game light off at night - my father always turn off the lights when watching TV in the summer -);
2) 2006 World Cup final. Did not look hard, but certainly the second time down. Maybe even the butchers Zidane head, can not remember exactly. The battered followed only because even a friend of mine was watching her on MSN and would not enter until it ended. I was intent on smearing badly toasted bread with Nutella (actually more spalmai Nutella on the tablecloth and my hands, but these are details), to soak in even worse in a big glass of cold milk (milk squirted copious everywhere every time my hand was falling down, methodical and cold like a guillotine ...) and conclude the troiaio with a big bite from a rabid dog. I think it is a legitimate question if you're wondering if I know eat, since I'm asking myself. When the two teams came to the rigors I was right in the middle of all the mess described above. I was taken with my work cut to feed me and it was impossible to follow simultaneously the telly. I knew that Italy was marked by screams coming from the circulation in my house, which woke up my father who came to see the bad habit of half asleep state, style, curious bear who wakes up from hibernation. The famous "goal Big "I saw him too and also the delivery of the Cup. Then I switched off, put it back all right and went to the peak, a little regret 'that Italy had won, but basically had a decent shape for once. If you're thinking I'm a bit 'like Sapia of Dante, is another legitimate question and I wonder too.
This year I watched the whole second half of Italy - New Zealand, laughing from time to time to figure shit that the Azzurri were incurring, and the semi-finals of the smear, as I was busy doing other things and only follow the score. The final I making up to five minutes at halftime, but then I followed it all. Really. I did all this panegyric to justify my first sentence: In my opinion, both Spain and the Netherlands, have played poorly. I was firmly convinced that throughout the game they did on purpose to get to penalties and create more suspense. My guess is this then fall when Spain scored (at 117 ', almost to the end game ...) but I can not explain how that had to be so clumsy, especially in the area where they were to commit to goals more, and wrong so many networks. In short, they were not or were the two finalists? I think that was the goal that had managed to do in other games were pure ass and nothing else. And the English goals were made to a whore free area, no clashes with the defenders: if they were wrong, too easy a shot like that, I had doubts about them call themselves "players". I consider it a lucky win, rather than glorious, but oh well, I'm happy because I kept Spain, I was expecting only more so. Or maybe it's just the way football is done and all parties to proceed slow and I'm now addicted to the action of pressing the rugby to find those passages involving interminable ending or when the ball only happens in "foot" enemy, or when he goes out, rarely with a goal. If there is a glimmer of action, with a mark or anything else, surely will end in failure or, worse, in a penalty. "Dagobert I kicked his shins / pulled my shirt / tripped / said I look like a dugong" are the reasons that the arbitrators should hear more often, before showing the fateful yellow card. All this was repeated at regular intervals of about two minutes even in the final, leading infinite boredom. But I resisted, hell, I survived! I saw the match, I saw the goal, I saw the first win of the World Spain. Historic event! So, if anything rivincesse no more, I can say that I, that one time in July 2010, was there. A little 'scoglionata, but I was there. * Starts to gloat satisfied with their heroic resistance .*
- BEST MOMENTS (in a nutshell: 99% of the game in an abstract light and the parts that laughed more): drops from the actors when they were touched and eaten enough, because they are delicate little flowers, which we want to ...; protests to the referee by the man who was accused of having someone Bua, backed by the entire team; the successful combination generated by the full expression of idiots coach disappointed with those of the players after a goal failure (thyself to play better, Alfonso!) and those to be angry with their general grounds, the replay in slow motion falls where, Sometimes, you could see - or at least to me seemed to see - well that was not the slightest touch, but threw down the same (figure shit!). The icing on the cake towards the end, I think the first goal, Torres is thrown to the ground rolling around in the grass in pain and holding his knee together and nobody is the row. I admit that watching it made me giggle. However, when the whole herd is back in the area where he was, was already back on his feet: devious technique for doing two unnecessary trips to the field? Who knows ...
- Ave Maria THE TRIO: The referee seemed Hitman British and I do not know where to find the courage to protest the players to go with the look with a murderess. I think it was filospagnolo, but the sports page on The Nation refers to it as "impartial". Maybe ..., the Dutch coach, who had also spotted in the semi-final, also in this fashion was simply around in his black scarf, the slightly tanned skin, hair fired at 360 ° from true in young and, above all, that blessed hand gesticulating that I adored. I mean, he had a way to move it so gay, I remembered one of my classmate who also spoke cheerfully with him while his hand. Ricopiai I also put all of his diary, but that's another story., The English coach gave me the impression of not knowing why he were there, but when they won was very happy to be in the right place at the right time. While his nemesis gesticulating gave orders to his men, the mild-mannered coach Iberian preferred the tactic of setting the game without blinking and without a word in edgewise. Perhaps he was not really anything to say or maybe not knew what to say. Suspected alien replacement with a clone during the night pre-game.
- THOSE WHO LOVED TOO : Iniesta was always on the ground to claim some phantom foul and there was always nearby Robben, guilty of doing Boccare continuously. I would say they had an attraction Magnetic very strong. When Spain scored, my first thought was: "The octopus c'aveva Paul got really, toh," I smiled and unconsciously, then I realized who he was scoring and I like the waterfall face and clear: "No way!" exploded in my head: luiii , Iniesta, with her porcelain-doll face and character of a damsel in distress, in the end had given an alarm and pulled out the grit, to make the passing attack -whore goals described in the first. Despite this heroic act, could not resist for long the lure of his true nature and to the 120 'is back to whine for the millionth morsels fall. The official Hitman, visibly battered, has seen fit to end the game and telare away nonchalantly in the night, too ready to succumb to its true nature as murderess. Of course, before going to do his real job, moved to take even a medal for his stoic patience with babies, and its benign "impartiality" (eeeh ...).
- THOSE BONI : The Dutch team was a bald, while Spain of vacuums: I remember that during one of the famous slow motion replay, I saw Puyol's hair as he fell to the wheel. Scary! Despite what someone was saved: a Van Persie of Holland, seen only once in passing when I turned on the tivvì and then disappeared for the rest of the game. Not for nothing The nation has labeled as "non-existent" and practically useless for the team. Poor, I'm sorry for him., From the English, I was dazzled by Navas and his beautiful blue eyes. Seriously, I did not think that there was a color so clear. As soon as I saw, I thought: "These are definitely the frank blue eyes of Dorian Gray" (Compare the famous people or with other municipalities from books, films or other is a favorite pastime of my two neurons, sapevatelo!) However I ; sorry that the goal has not made him xD Damn!
Pulling a final budget, I would say that Spain was better off: she had David Villa who is nice, although it has a strange face, devilish. It reminded me of the satanic Seth Donnie Darko (see what I mean by "Making comparisons between people?" He's stronger than me!) And Casillas also not had to throw away. In the end, when he began to cry, was something tenerosHo that made me smile: °) Baby!
- NICKNAME: Spain: La Roja, Holland: Tulips, Japan: Samurai, Italy: The Azzurri ... My two above mentioned neurons have thought that Germany should call the Vikings and the French cheeses. Not content to have come up with the following scene: the Blue Samurai eating cheese with napkins decorated with tulips, when the Vikings scrub them to him as La Roja. Then I discovered the wise
Wiki that France is known as Les Blues and Germany Der Nationalelf . We conclude that no one has my boundless imagination in giving nicknames, tzk.
- existential question: In truth, the doors behind me when I saw in June from the two episodes of Shosholoza SKYUno up with Marco Cattaneo (or Neothecat Marco, his alter ego, Mickey Mouse comic strip that appeared in ): How much water will wasted to keep the grass in that beautiful emerald green color? And how much money thrown away to build stadiums? Program in the South African respondents felt happy to host the World Cup, it was a great opportunity to work for all and gain for the nation. I was not, and still are, so convinced: after construction of stadiums, all the workers hired were rightly dismissed, what else could do, after all? I also thought that intend to make up for the costs incurred with the money brought by tourists away. Too bad that a South African, while he showed the prison was built in a stadium - can not remember which - to Marco Cattaneo, were not so optimistic in his view, among the many tourists who come for the World Cup would be calculated, most were thieves , fraudsters, people involved in sex tourism or prostitution, others in search of drugs. For my part I asked puzzled, "But how will those who come to watch the World Cup, then?". At the end
World Cup I also wondered why the heck Casillas must be withdrawn, if you married?! . _. "They make so much effort the players - and sports in general - to become good, since after all it is their job, but when they reach full maturity and begin their heyday, they withdraw for reasons fucksters . They are his business, but I still hope that you change your mind. Bah ...
- defaillance FOR SHORT Ennui (or "superstitious ritual"): The game I saw all the second time onwards, as noted above, however, a slight When pallet there was, yes. To 110 'around I have not started to drop before: I started biting my nails in falsetto (that is, pretending to bite) and then I scratched my leg and I accidentally removed the crust of an old mosquito bite: blood pressed with copious index, bleeding avoided, I went to the bathroom to remove the blood from his hands and I took the opportunity to look bad in the mirror and then I stuck to bottled water, disgusted to discover that it was hot, so I riappollaiata goals and was on the table.
{I'm late for this great update, I know. The fact is that I had a little 'to do this week but the post I had already begun shortly after the end of the game and it would not take much to finish it - I had already written the most - if he had not submitted my proverbial laziness combined with my not very profitable cazzeggiano on Facebook. In short, the usual loss of time in which international champion. Ah, there are probably errors in grammar, but writing to the laptop is a Chinese torture, as well as impossible for two pecking keys right below. Enjoy!}
! WARNING!: This post may contain (not necessarily in that order): words in Tuscany; unnecessary references to some scholars a literary work; comparisons of people with other people, total desecration of football and glorification of rugby rintronante foul language, blood, hands gesticulating gay; diagrams with arrows, some ultra hot English and many other topics. Ah, I forgot, it also contains the comments of the Countess myself on the game Holland-Spain.
The practical scheme of darts colored is my wonderful art work that sums up the World this year (if not seen, Altervista's fault, not mine * grin * spastic), while below We have some of my remarks about the final.
- From childhood to adulthood : I admit that it is not a great expert on soccer, in fact, we can say that I do not give a damn. I hated the sport and soporific, but is the only sport in which, during the World Cup, I can make patterns with darts. I love patterns with darts! As a child I used the events to nonmiricordocosa with my toys just to make diagrams with arrows leading to the winner. For the rest are much more passionate about rugby and basketball, if we want to talk about sports teams. My previous football can be summed up in two historic events:
1) the 2002 World Cup, a match in the case of Italy. I watched the whole game without a break off a moment with my dad. I found it deliciously funny take the piss out of the Italian players, especially millemila Vieri, who tried repeatedly to make a headed goal. I belly flop over with laughter. Italy was later thrown out in the quarter-finals. (I could be wrong that they were the World Cup, I inferred that from a few facts: there were Vieri and Trapattoni, Wiki and confirmed their presence at this World, was the national team and I think the World Cup are the only sporting event that concern, it was surely because it was hot summer and watched the game light off at night - my father always turn off the lights when watching TV in the summer -);
2) 2006 World Cup final. Did not look hard, but certainly the second time down. Maybe even the butchers Zidane head, can not remember exactly. The battered followed only because even a friend of mine was watching her on MSN and would not enter until it ended. I was intent on smearing badly toasted bread with Nutella (actually more spalmai Nutella on the tablecloth and my hands, but these are details), to soak in even worse in a big glass of cold milk (milk squirted copious everywhere every time my hand was falling down, methodical and cold like a guillotine ...) and conclude the troiaio with a big bite from a rabid dog. I think it is a legitimate question if you're wondering if I know eat, since I'm asking myself. When the two teams came to the rigors I was right in the middle of all the mess described above. I was taken with my work cut to feed me and it was impossible to follow simultaneously the telly. I knew that Italy was marked by screams coming from the circulation in my house, which woke up my father who came to see the bad habit of half asleep state, style, curious bear who wakes up from hibernation. The famous "goal Big "I saw him too and also the delivery of the Cup. Then I switched off, put it back all right and went to the peak, a little regret 'that Italy had won, but basically had a decent shape for once. If you're thinking I'm a bit 'like Sapia of Dante, is another legitimate question and I wonder too.
This year I watched the whole second half of Italy - New Zealand, laughing from time to time to figure shit that the Azzurri were incurring, and the semi-finals of the smear, as I was busy doing other things and only follow the score. The final I making up to five minutes at halftime, but then I followed it all. Really. I did all this panegyric to justify my first sentence: In my opinion, both Spain and the Netherlands, have played poorly. I was firmly convinced that throughout the game they did on purpose to get to penalties and create more suspense. My guess is this then fall when Spain scored (at 117 ', almost to the end game ...) but I can not explain how that had to be so clumsy, especially in the area where they were to commit to goals more, and wrong so many networks. In short, they were not or were the two finalists? I think that was the goal that had managed to do in other games were pure ass and nothing else. And the English goals were made to a whore free area, no clashes with the defenders: if they were wrong, too easy a shot like that, I had doubts about them call themselves "players". I consider it a lucky win, rather than glorious, but oh well, I'm happy because I kept Spain, I was expecting only more so. Or maybe it's just the way football is done and all parties to proceed slow and I'm now addicted to the action of pressing the rugby to find those passages involving interminable ending or when the ball only happens in "foot" enemy, or when he goes out, rarely with a goal. If there is a glimmer of action, with a mark or anything else, surely will end in failure or, worse, in a penalty. "Dagobert I kicked his shins / pulled my shirt / tripped / said I look like a dugong" are the reasons that the arbitrators should hear more often, before showing the fateful yellow card. All this was repeated at regular intervals of about two minutes even in the final, leading infinite boredom. But I resisted, hell, I survived! I saw the match, I saw the goal, I saw the first win of the World Spain. Historic event! So, if anything rivincesse no more, I can say that I, that one time in July 2010, was there. A little 'scoglionata, but I was there. * Starts to gloat satisfied with their heroic resistance .*
- BEST MOMENTS (in a nutshell: 99% of the game in an abstract light and the parts that laughed more): drops from the actors when they were touched and eaten enough, because they are delicate little flowers, which we want to ...; protests to the referee by the man who was accused of having someone Bua, backed by the entire team; the successful combination generated by the full expression of idiots coach disappointed with those of the players after a goal failure (thyself to play better, Alfonso!) and those to be angry with their general grounds, the replay in slow motion falls where, Sometimes, you could see - or at least to me seemed to see - well that was not the slightest touch, but threw down the same (figure shit!). The icing on the cake towards the end, I think the first goal, Torres is thrown to the ground rolling around in the grass in pain and holding his knee together and nobody is the row. I admit that watching it made me giggle. However, when the whole herd is back in the area where he was, was already back on his feet: devious technique for doing two unnecessary trips to the field? Who knows ...
- Ave Maria THE TRIO: The referee seemed Hitman British and I do not know where to find the courage to protest the players to go with the look with a murderess. I think it was filospagnolo, but the sports page on The Nation refers to it as "impartial". Maybe ..., the Dutch coach, who had also spotted in the semi-final, also in this fashion was simply around in his black scarf, the slightly tanned skin, hair fired at 360 ° from true in young and, above all, that blessed hand gesticulating that I adored. I mean, he had a way to move it so gay, I remembered one of my classmate who also spoke cheerfully with him while his hand. Ricopiai I also put all of his diary, but that's another story., The English coach gave me the impression of not knowing why he were there, but when they won was very happy to be in the right place at the right time. While his nemesis gesticulating gave orders to his men, the mild-mannered coach Iberian preferred the tactic of setting the game without blinking and without a word in edgewise. Perhaps he was not really anything to say or maybe not knew what to say. Suspected alien replacement with a clone during the night pre-game.
- THOSE WHO LOVED TOO : Iniesta was always on the ground to claim some phantom foul and there was always nearby Robben, guilty of doing Boccare continuously. I would say they had an attraction Magnetic very strong. When Spain scored, my first thought was: "The octopus c'aveva Paul got really, toh," I smiled and unconsciously, then I realized who he was scoring and I like the waterfall face and clear: "No way!" exploded in my head: luiii , Iniesta, with her porcelain-doll face and character of a damsel in distress, in the end had given an alarm and pulled out the grit, to make the passing attack -whore goals described in the first. Despite this heroic act, could not resist for long the lure of his true nature and to the 120 'is back to whine for the millionth morsels fall. The official Hitman, visibly battered, has seen fit to end the game and telare away nonchalantly in the night, too ready to succumb to its true nature as murderess. Of course, before going to do his real job, moved to take even a medal for his stoic patience with babies, and its benign "impartiality" (eeeh ...).
- THOSE BONI : The Dutch team was a bald, while Spain of vacuums: I remember that during one of the famous slow motion replay, I saw Puyol's hair as he fell to the wheel. Scary! Despite what someone was saved: a Van Persie of Holland, seen only once in passing when I turned on the tivvì and then disappeared for the rest of the game. Not for nothing The nation has labeled as "non-existent" and practically useless for the team. Poor, I'm sorry for him., From the English, I was dazzled by Navas and his beautiful blue eyes. Seriously, I did not think that there was a color so clear. As soon as I saw, I thought: "These are definitely the frank blue eyes of Dorian Gray" (Compare the famous people or with other municipalities from books, films or other is a favorite pastime of my two neurons, sapevatelo!) However I ; sorry that the goal has not made him xD Damn!
Pulling a final budget, I would say that Spain was better off: she had David Villa who is nice, although it has a strange face, devilish. It reminded me of the satanic Seth Donnie Darko (see what I mean by "Making comparisons between people?" He's stronger than me!) And Casillas also not had to throw away. In the end, when he began to cry, was something tenerosHo that made me smile: °) Baby!
- NICKNAME: Spain: La Roja, Holland: Tulips, Japan: Samurai, Italy: The Azzurri ... My two above mentioned neurons have thought that Germany should call the Vikings and the French cheeses. Not content to have come up with the following scene: the Blue Samurai eating cheese with napkins decorated with tulips, when the Vikings scrub them to him as La Roja. Then I discovered the wise
Wiki that France is known as Les Blues and Germany Der Nationalelf . We conclude that no one has my boundless imagination in giving nicknames, tzk.
- existential question: In truth, the doors behind me when I saw in June from the two episodes of Shosholoza SKYUno up with Marco Cattaneo (or Neothecat Marco, his alter ego, Mickey Mouse comic strip that appeared in ): How much water will wasted to keep the grass in that beautiful emerald green color? And how much money thrown away to build stadiums? Program in the South African respondents felt happy to host the World Cup, it was a great opportunity to work for all and gain for the nation. I was not, and still are, so convinced: after construction of stadiums, all the workers hired were rightly dismissed, what else could do, after all? I also thought that intend to make up for the costs incurred with the money brought by tourists away. Too bad that a South African, while he showed the prison was built in a stadium - can not remember which - to Marco Cattaneo, were not so optimistic in his view, among the many tourists who come for the World Cup would be calculated, most were thieves , fraudsters, people involved in sex tourism or prostitution, others in search of drugs. For my part I asked puzzled, "But how will those who come to watch the World Cup, then?". At the end
World Cup I also wondered why the heck Casillas must be withdrawn, if you married?! . _. "They make so much effort the players - and sports in general - to become good, since after all it is their job, but when they reach full maturity and begin their heyday, they withdraw for reasons fucksters . They are his business, but I still hope that you change your mind. Bah ...
- defaillance FOR SHORT Ennui (or "superstitious ritual"): The game I saw all the second time onwards, as noted above, however, a slight When pallet there was, yes. To 110 'around I have not started to drop before: I started biting my nails in falsetto (that is, pretending to bite) and then I scratched my leg and I accidentally removed the crust of an old mosquito bite: blood pressed with copious index, bleeding avoided, I went to the bathroom to remove the blood from his hands and I took the opportunity to look bad in the mirror and then I stuck to bottled water, disgusted to discover that it was hot, so I riappollaiata goals and was on the table.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Vedeos Of Ladies Inserting Dog
sed
I do not know how to tell you you're all wrong, try and see that we are all wrong
we do not know how to call the mistakes and if anyone should know how appropriate it
not convince you that you fear, the same difficulty of having to admit I do not know
how to make you see that you have bad hatred and resentment, on the other hand I do not think you begin to see in me
not know how to force you to talk since I have the hypocrisy to avoid writing the word
do not know what words to use and do not know what you recognize
I dare not tell you that you are receding, for fear of discovering that you are away
I dare not think of you because I am afraid to think of me I do not try
wounds that resemble those closed
I can not look into your eyes because when my face do not seem to see me and then I do not know
you want to see you, that is not mine, not our throw
and you do not know, now that the launch has not yet fallen
do not know say I love you and maybe I never knew
not know how to say I love you because that is all that I can not explain
I can not give you that name, his brother, who was born with you when you were born I'm Giulia
I do not know how to tell you you're all wrong, try and see that we are all wrong
we do not know how to call the mistakes and if anyone should know how appropriate it
not convince you that you fear, the same difficulty of having to admit I do not know
how to make you see that you have bad hatred and resentment, on the other hand I do not think you begin to see in me
not know how to force you to talk since I have the hypocrisy to avoid writing the word
do not know what words to use and do not know what you recognize
I dare not tell you that you are receding, for fear of discovering that you are away
I dare not think of you because I am afraid to think of me I do not try
wounds that resemble those closed
I can not look into your eyes because when my face do not seem to see me and then I do not know
you want to see you, that is not mine, not our throw
and you do not know, now that the launch has not yet fallen
do not know say I love you and maybe I never knew
not know how to say I love you because that is all that I can not explain
I can not give you that name, his brother, who was born with you when you were born I'm Giulia
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Left Arm Numb Rapid Heart Beat
Duo Evil # 01: Good Morning, Good Morning!
This morning I was awakened by my dog who was taking a stubbornly musate my elbow jutting out of the bed, and meanwhile tried to make their way between the covers with his nose-nose to give me a good lick in the face of mò hello, I, instead, I was so dazed at the beginning even if I knew I was always dreaming or not. However, after my two neurons are able to formulate a response to external events, in my mind has slowly materialized thought Sky-you-are-calling I think it took me ten minutes to line up and then understand the meaning of these four words. I then tried to pet it to let him know that I had woken up, but not I could move my arm when I pushed out with force I realized (again slowly!) which was wrapped in a sheet, but because I was always in my limbo of deficiency and in addition to those two neurons had not woken up other acts to control operations to debride Muscle Complicated by the tangle, I thought to pat the dog with the forearm sausage (not the hand, was out of use). Of course, the effect was a bit 'weird. While doing what I wanted to say something, but I could not speak, among other things, I also noticed that it was all dark, yes, I was not even able to open my eyes again. I try to move, to act: clear the arm from the sheet, tripped to make sure if the legs are still in place (Embee, I did not felt them) and I realize that it was too dark because I had my head completely under the covers: yes, I was sleeping on the mattress as usual. When I go out (always with my eyes closed!) Are invested in full white light and cloudy in the room: yes, I forgot to close the shutters, as usual, and yes, the light gave me trouble even with closed eyes ( In fact, I made a half-face style: What the fuck is it? ). I turn back and finally I opened my myopic eyes: I look warped toward the windows and the sky seems to me all white. But it rains? But there is fog? dubious start to wonder, then look down the dog actually was not I'd dreamed of: Cute, came to wake me up. And yet it seems too soon ... roll away and grabbed the alarm clock: it is six and forty-one, pretty much the same now when I go to school. Why called me so early? Usually wake up at ten ... I just have a look (short-sighted, of course) in the hallway and saw that the light is off in the kitchen: my dad is not returned, the dogs are hungry. The adorable Sky continues to look a bit 'fearful because I did not even utter a word and does not know if I'll have to take or not to have been awakened to cheer him up I wear glasses (it would also now, eh?) and comfort with a chomp, chomp! get out of bed, I turn to the door ... And eccotela there!, Queen of the house lying sideways between the room and the corridor as a Sphinx (Sphinx one obese, of course). Strangely it was not asleep, but lively and with orecchiette straight, but there and then not do so if this attitude to go along with unusual and nutrition the little children: The Funny ends in less than five minutes, as usual, but Sky is not hungry, in fact, when I put the bowl under his nose, he sat back slowly, taking his now well-known attitude I protest by -not-eat! Anyway I took them outside, fearless tackling the brisk morning breeze, and then I went to bed, even if in the end I could not sleep.
Only in the afternoon, I solved the mystery of dawn early: Funny had instigated the Sky to call me even if he does not was hungry! She was stationed at the door alarm to catch all my movements and any replies from me, in order to understand if his trouser was doing well the mission assigned. It is indeed not the first time that Sky sends Funny to call in his place because: a) she is the Queen and her command (not only him but also me, unfortunately); b) cost her a huge effort unstuck from the floor (except when he has to eat); c) is dwarf (so do not get neither the bed nor the chairs with the same simplicity of his spouse); d) short but what if it wants to have a trouser staff if he can not use these things, and what to keep do if someone like me can not piss around just when it is occupied?; s) you know that I love more than Sky and before his eyes can not resist (instead looks at me when she looks more to me gufando is against. Maybe it's just a feeling. Maybe. ) f) adding five points above I think truism that behind the wake-up of forty-six and was his evil mind. And Sky and I were just pawns of his plan * sigh *.
(Sometimes I think Funny, Musino behind her angelic, is subtle, as well as bitch. In truth I think most that sometimes. I would say an indeterminate number of times, yes. And this indefinite number of times increases exponentially as the alarm clock when machine found at six-forty, yes.)
This morning I was awakened by my dog who was taking a stubbornly musate my elbow jutting out of the bed, and meanwhile tried to make their way between the covers with his nose-nose to give me a good lick in the face of mò hello, I, instead, I was so dazed at the beginning even if I knew I was always dreaming or not. However, after my two neurons are able to formulate a response to external events, in my mind has slowly materialized thought Sky-you-are-calling I think it took me ten minutes to line up and then understand the meaning of these four words. I then tried to pet it to let him know that I had woken up, but not I could move my arm when I pushed out with force I realized (again slowly!) which was wrapped in a sheet, but because I was always in my limbo of deficiency and in addition to those two neurons had not woken up other acts to control operations to debride Muscle Complicated by the tangle, I thought to pat the dog with the forearm sausage (not the hand, was out of use). Of course, the effect was a bit 'weird. While doing what I wanted to say something, but I could not speak, among other things, I also noticed that it was all dark, yes, I was not even able to open my eyes again. I try to move, to act: clear the arm from the sheet, tripped to make sure if the legs are still in place (Embee, I did not felt them) and I realize that it was too dark because I had my head completely under the covers: yes, I was sleeping on the mattress as usual. When I go out (always with my eyes closed!) Are invested in full white light and cloudy in the room: yes, I forgot to close the shutters, as usual, and yes, the light gave me trouble even with closed eyes ( In fact, I made a half-face style: What the fuck is it? ). I turn back and finally I opened my myopic eyes: I look warped toward the windows and the sky seems to me all white. But it rains? But there is fog? dubious start to wonder, then look down the dog actually was not I'd dreamed of: Cute, came to wake me up. And yet it seems too soon ... roll away and grabbed the alarm clock: it is six and forty-one, pretty much the same now when I go to school. Why called me so early? Usually wake up at ten ... I just have a look (short-sighted, of course) in the hallway and saw that the light is off in the kitchen: my dad is not returned, the dogs are hungry. The adorable Sky continues to look a bit 'fearful because I did not even utter a word and does not know if I'll have to take or not to have been awakened to cheer him up I wear glasses (it would also now, eh?) and comfort with a chomp, chomp! get out of bed, I turn to the door ... And eccotela there!, Queen of the house lying sideways between the room and the corridor as a Sphinx (Sphinx one obese, of course). Strangely it was not asleep, but lively and with orecchiette straight, but there and then not do so if this attitude to go along with unusual and nutrition the little children: The Funny ends in less than five minutes, as usual, but Sky is not hungry, in fact, when I put the bowl under his nose, he sat back slowly, taking his now well-known attitude I protest by -not-eat! Anyway I took them outside, fearless tackling the brisk morning breeze, and then I went to bed, even if in the end I could not sleep.
Only in the afternoon, I solved the mystery of dawn early: Funny had instigated the Sky to call me even if he does not was hungry! She was stationed at the door alarm to catch all my movements and any replies from me, in order to understand if his trouser was doing well the mission assigned. It is indeed not the first time that Sky sends Funny to call in his place because: a) she is the Queen and her command (not only him but also me, unfortunately); b) cost her a huge effort unstuck from the floor (except when he has to eat); c) is dwarf (so do not get neither the bed nor the chairs with the same simplicity of his spouse); d) short but what if it wants to have a trouser staff if he can not use these things, and what to keep do if someone like me can not piss around just when it is occupied?; s) you know that I love more than Sky and before his eyes can not resist (instead looks at me when she looks more to me gufando is against. Maybe it's just a feeling. Maybe. ) f) adding five points above I think truism that behind the wake-up of forty-six and was his evil mind. And Sky and I were just pawns of his plan * sigh *.
(Sometimes I think Funny, Musino behind her angelic, is subtle, as well as bitch. In truth I think most that sometimes. I would say an indeterminate number of times, yes. And this indefinite number of times increases exponentially as the alarm clock when machine found at six-forty, yes.)
Monday, April 5, 2010
White Discharge Instead Of Period
Google is my best enemy
[Post totally useless]
Years ago, probably 2005, I found a beautiful picture of Goku and Vegeta and immediately provvedetti to save it in my folder used to collect images (only a folder for the images, as many as you steal from the internet, in spite of copyright). However, luck would have this beautiful picture was discolored because of me, but that I had kept the same because: It is known ever that one day you recolor by magic \u0026lt;- my tender innocence. But then ... the practice of turning the situation. In late February this year when I was sitting nicely at home while my class happily trek to Greece, I impuntai to recover the original image (the one I had not recolored by magic, damned ! ). As it is impossible to remember where I had saved caspiarola, I refer to the will of Google (I hate Google, I have always hated, do not know why. I suppose is unpleasant, but we will not discuss this here, maybe another time, after I thoroughly investigated where it comes from my resentment against him, eh?). I was almost tempted to use as keywords vegeta goku painters, in fact I used them, but have not worked and in fact it is also right: the beautiful image is the painter Vegeta, Goku does the writer: c ' Google is a big difference and I knew I had a figure Beguine. But oh well, do not give up, we'll just vegeta goku and start flipping through page after page after page after page, with dozens of pictures yaoi or fighting, fighting, or yaoi. Joy! continue to browse with my skeptical frown sure that: If there will certainly be the last page, as usual . Then with those key words, among all the imagery vegeta goku , how I hope to find one that dates back five years ago? But I continued, stubborn. With skeptical frown, but I continued. Stubbornness? N aaa h, is that I had nothing else to do tonight, for sure. I never know what to do during the holidays, but what we do not care to end this post. I was saying, instead, I kept turning the pages blankly. I got to page 43 and I realized that even for a short time my beautiful it was right there to top. Joy and jubilation * * I was looking at it abbaccinata with my mouth open (I do good advertising to portray such an idiot, I know), until some neuron transition advised me to hurry up save it, who knows what could happen if I doubted for a second longer and goodbye again to the beautiful image. Wised up from my trance Boeotian, I grabbed the poor mouse that was there on the mousepad (like all the days of his miserable existence of mouse), with a violence a tad exaggerated ( A second more will disappear and the image! A SECOND, eccheccazzo ! ) and I proceeded to save as five years ago, the beautiful image in the image folder. Oh, and do not tell you that joyous expression on his face while I discard the old beautiful image faded with a few clicks and net , savagely violent as well. My furious fun scares me too, if you really want to know. To commemorate the event (I was just about speed, but really ! ) I also gave a name to the highly complicated beautiful image, which is basically a box that (in my opinion) exchange two types there ;. Why, if you look carefully, it will seem obvious to you that says something like Vegeta: What the fuck are you doing , Kakaroth!? and Goku is stunned faces, falling from the clouds: Huh? Um ...
* _ * Anyway, since I was there, I also saved another image , given my deep lovvo for the two of them: D I want to point out the nanezza that the small Vegeta (*_*) However, Goku is flying as a polpacciosità muscles, despite the short arms (but then why Goku is always stronger in the fighting? Why ? ) and their beautiful hair cuts: the practice of burning onions for V. and tufts are differing scalp to three quarters for G. : D (That's all the hair on the sides and a premature balding in the middle. Horror! not reinforcing enough to use rosemary when you wash them, that's all! U_u). In conclusion, both are adorable \u0026lt;3 In fact as a child I could never decide who was the bono, although due to stretched towards Vegeta jumpsuit b b lu: D
And finally there was a picture half-yaoi, come on! It 'the only decent gaiesco all their repertoire. But look, look at that stuff here, dear:
In my opinion, could be used as television advertising, would have an immediate success in the female population (and the gay, of course). At the end of the current advertising Maxibon provides a man (poor) and two little women (in bikinis) and is explicitly addressed to men, then oh, we could have a commercial double-sided double-taste of a product, for make both parties happy u_u What then * start thinking perverse * me too crash that Vegeta dear is sitting right there in the middle, so I came to think that their jeans are pierced at that point, so the sitting Goku ... CENSURED! * end perverse thought
* Ok, I'm done with it boiata vulgar, wake!
(But I'm glad I finally updated umpf! U_u)
[Post totally useless]
Years ago, probably 2005, I found a beautiful picture of Goku and Vegeta and immediately provvedetti to save it in my folder used to collect images (only a folder for the images, as many as you steal from the internet, in spite of copyright). However, luck would have this beautiful picture was discolored because of me, but that I had kept the same because: It is known ever that one day you recolor by magic \u0026lt;- my tender innocence. But then ... the practice of turning the situation. In late February this year when I was sitting nicely at home while my class happily trek to Greece, I impuntai to recover the original image (the one I had not recolored by magic, damned ! ). As it is impossible to remember where I had saved caspiarola, I refer to the will of Google (I hate Google, I have always hated, do not know why. I suppose is unpleasant, but we will not discuss this here, maybe another time, after I thoroughly investigated where it comes from my resentment against him, eh?). I was almost tempted to use as keywords vegeta goku painters, in fact I used them, but have not worked and in fact it is also right: the beautiful image is the painter Vegeta, Goku does the writer: c ' Google is a big difference and I knew I had a figure Beguine. But oh well, do not give up, we'll just vegeta goku and start flipping through page after page after page after page, with dozens of pictures yaoi or fighting, fighting, or yaoi. Joy! continue to browse with my skeptical frown sure that: If there will certainly be the last page, as usual . Then with those key words, among all the imagery vegeta goku , how I hope to find one that dates back five years ago? But I continued, stubborn. With skeptical frown, but I continued. Stubbornness? N aaa h, is that I had nothing else to do tonight, for sure. I never know what to do during the holidays, but what we do not care to end this post. I was saying, instead, I kept turning the pages blankly. I got to page 43 and I realized that even for a short time my beautiful it was right there to top. Joy and jubilation * * I was looking at it abbaccinata with my mouth open (I do good advertising to portray such an idiot, I know), until some neuron transition advised me to hurry up save it, who knows what could happen if I doubted for a second longer and goodbye again to the beautiful image. Wised up from my trance Boeotian, I grabbed the poor mouse that was there on the mousepad (like all the days of his miserable existence of mouse), with a violence a tad exaggerated ( A second more will disappear and the image! A SECOND, eccheccazzo ! ) and I proceeded to save as five years ago, the beautiful image in the image folder. Oh, and do not tell you that joyous expression on his face while I discard the old beautiful image faded with a few clicks and net , savagely violent as well. My furious fun scares me too, if you really want to know. To commemorate the event (I was just about speed, but really ! ) I also gave a name to the highly complicated beautiful image, which is basically a box that (in my opinion) exchange two types there ;. Why, if you look carefully, it will seem obvious to you that says something like Vegeta: What the fuck are you doing , Kakaroth!? and Goku is stunned faces, falling from the clouds: Huh? Um ...
* _ * Anyway, since I was there, I also saved another image , given my deep lovvo for the two of them: D I want to point out the nanezza that the small Vegeta (*_*) However, Goku is flying as a polpacciosità muscles, despite the short arms (but then why Goku is always stronger in the fighting? Why ? ) and their beautiful hair cuts: the practice of burning onions for V. and tufts are differing scalp to three quarters for G. : D (That's all the hair on the sides and a premature balding in the middle. Horror! not reinforcing enough to use rosemary when you wash them, that's all! U_u). In conclusion, both are adorable \u0026lt;3 In fact as a child I could never decide who was the bono, although due to stretched towards Vegeta jumpsuit b b lu: D
And finally there was a picture half-yaoi, come on! It 'the only decent gaiesco all their repertoire. But look, look at that stuff here, dear:
In my opinion, could be used as television advertising, would have an immediate success in the female population (and the gay, of course). At the end of the current advertising Maxibon provides a man (poor) and two little women (in bikinis) and is explicitly addressed to men, then oh, we could have a commercial double-sided double-taste of a product, for make both parties happy u_u What then * start thinking perverse * me too crash that Vegeta dear is sitting right there in the middle, so I came to think that their jeans are pierced at that point, so the sitting Goku ... CENSURED! * end perverse thought
* Ok, I'm done with it boiata vulgar, wake!
(But I'm glad I finally updated umpf! U_u)
Saturday, April 3, 2010
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The policy Kupola Island of Female
* Public Safety Provisions
E 'right to know the citizens of Isle of females who, thanks impediment to the conduct of the President of the CC, the directors have never been able to see a schematic diagram of the PRG and the outcome of the amendments , while the President of the CC was issued by the Mayor and the Chief Technical Office of the following acts more or less illegitimate
Member must give credit to the current City Council VP geom Dionne Vincent in being first to the promoter of a battle against the mafia infiltration in the Public Administration of Island of the Females. E 'strong commitment in our determination to combat all types of business-mafia interference in the management of public affairs, against the ruthlessness and aggression perpetrated in the management against an already devastated area. Commercialization of free expression against the vote.
policy Kupola The Island of Female
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello, the election campaign that saw her "victory" once again by "Mayor" (not to mention from "Deputy Mayor" office held since he was short trousers ) said the campaign should be over, alas, as the examinations of Eduardo De Filippo seems to have no end, indeed!
Every day now, the citizens of Isle of females must endure in your show to compete with those who say the longest, who shoots the biggest and in a truly unseemly shouting seems to be better than strong. His Lord "Mayor" combined with that of the geologist "Cutino" dr. Marcello and "Savior of the country" is' becoming a real verbal dysentery, a craze that your pay little attention to whether say what is or is not respectful of anyone who dares to question your business. Your favorite sport (apart from the morning jog practiced among the rubbish in the country of its "Councillors") finds its best expression in the demonization of those who think differently from you doing so,
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello, I'm increasingly convinced that you believe to speak to voters who have forgotten the forgetful Sue: PROMISES proved false, its commitments proved misleading, His PROJECTS "ISLAND" projects proved to you for your relatives and your FAMIGGHIE.
Dear Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello, you with your Company have played in a really dirty on the needs of the citizens they have cheated, you've scraped the bottom of the barrel of the Town Hall coffers, have undermined the whole local economy thereby aggravating the crisis in our Island community.
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello citizens of Isle of Females (Albeit momentarily silent) are tired of living in a country dominated by a " dome system affarisitico " that, once attained power, he lives only a pension and leaves the country increasingly under the same conditions. A system dome within which everything moves to friendships, complacency, favoritism, cronyism and nepotism . Encouraged and promoted a sustained groups of famigghia.
Lord Mayor Portobello Citizens of the island is now rather clear "transparent" as his adviser said Mr. Pelosi, the distinct feeling (not only) that you are giving: Your first real goal is that in this country nothing has to change and those who test against them : who try to do is terminated, sued is sidelined, pilloried, vilified and persecuted (at best).
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello citizens of Isle of Female feel a great desire to change (remember the last election? Until February nobody would have bet on a quarter pound of his victory) and we can no longer tolerate you and your company. Believe me Mr. "Mayor" of these citizens are also those who voted for her and his false promises.
The honest and industrious citizens of Island of the Females in the face of this misery faced by the administration represented by you: they want morality, transparency in administrative actions. They claim ability and sense of responsibility for the role coated.
Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello citizens of Isle of females pretend that you and your company, with concrete action rejects the accusations that have seen groups of well-identified representatives of the powers that be ( a way of saying MAFIA) HAVING favor in recent electoral victory of administrative.
look to you Mr. "Mayor" a real signal designed to prevent groups of economic power (known to us) to weigh heavily on policy and administrative. To safeguard our urban territory from attack, the citizens of Isle of females require an act of courage: She becomes guarantor in the 'make a serious and effective action to control and monitoring on the work of the Technical Hall and the lawfulness of the products. Spatial planning has to be really useful to all citizens of Isle of females, not just the usual unknown (or vote or lobby business or mafia decides you).
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello you agree certainly be with me in believing: right and duty if there are reasons for anyone likely to offend clearly (because of the conduct of those who has been elected mayor or councilor) the honor, intelligence and dignity of citizens and towns, causing them to, directly or indirectly, severe "empty" moral, ethical, cultural, social and economic fight to wipe out the system dome business that manages itself and only put into liquidation on the future of an entire population.
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello, rejects allegations of mafia with acts of your administration and specific projects which aim to improve the quality of life for citizens of Isle of females and same time able to offer a possibility of economic and social growth of our community.
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello, rejects allegations of mafia of your administration, denying what you alone and without which no one has asked anything, he said in a consensus of the City Council: "... It should be noted, however, that the character owner of the property confiscated during the last election supported the candidate of the list" Rebirth Isolana & rdquo ; Rosario Rappa .... ". You will see for yourself Mr. "Mayor" She said that the recent elections were distorted, and then we ALL citizens we had an injury. To follow in his speech we should say that your election has been "manipulated"? Or we could say "Wizard"? If yes, who? To her the answer. But not always do as a deaf ear does not respond. Look, look, even with the citizens of Island (not silly) look forward to your response.
make the country more hospitable, more colorful, cleaner and free from the garbage that now covers all the sidewalks of Island, by promoting and encouraging waste collection door to door drive projects for waste reduction and reuse by creating a chain of the entire life cycle of waste. (Cooperatives, associations and all the tools that the new management reform waste provides). Have the intelligence to see opportunity in the waste of economic development and protecting the health of citizens.
cleared the entire coast of Isle of females from the many "suk" that are created on our beaches every year making it not very pleasant and enjoyable at all our long, wonderful and "enviable" sea shore.
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello, the citizens of Isle of females require an act of courage: return to the good governance of public affairs, to defend the interests of the entire Island community, to offer a vision for the country to release the female from the Island where the dark night Saputelli, phrase-, environmental cost, the saviors of country, strangers ... the last hour. have bogged down for personal use.
C aro Mr. "Mayor" Professor Gaspare Portobello If you really can not break away from these traps and snares in which they forced, not only have a single can turn off the light and resigned naturally brings with it your company and the "dome of the business," thinks the civil and democratic consciousness of the entire population of the Island females.
Pino Ciampolillo
Reminder for the geologist, "Councillor" dr. Cutino Marcello (environmental cunvinienza )
DECREE August 18, 2000, No 267 Article 78 paragraph 2
2. The directors referred to in Article 77, paragraph 2, shall refrain from taking part in the discussion and vote on resolutions relating to its own interests or their relatives or RELATED until FOURTH GRADE . The obligation of abstention does not apply to regulatory measures of a general character, such as urban planning, except in cases where there is a direct and immediate correlation between the content of the resolution and specific interests of the administrator or relatives or relatives up the fourth degree. Article 78
Affinity Affinity is the bond between a spouse and relatives of the other spouse .
In line and in the degree to which someone is a relative of one spouse, he is akin to the other spouse.
Affinity does not stop for death, even without children, their spouses and hence, except for certain special effects (434). Cease if the marriage is declared null and void, without prejudice to the purposes of art. 87, No 4.
are related of First Instance in-law, son and daughter. Sister and brother's wife are related to the second degree. Aunt or Uncle of WIFE are related to THIRD GRADE . Cousin the wife or husband is related to the fourth degree and is therefore excluded from the benefits of working.
( and as the Lord President of the Council do not we talk more ) *
Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission report in 1985
* report that the Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission approves seat December 6, 2000
* Copacabana Di Trapani Island Female .............
* MANAGEMENT confiscated property law 109 March 7, 1996 Cutino Mansion * PORTOBELLO AND THE GROUP draft for the good of confiscated
* Police Station Island Female three-year operational
* seize assets Mafia Island of Female confiscations including apartment in Island of the Females
* Order 67/RO 4.12. 05 Adjournment of
* ROS seize 15 million of goods to the Mafia in Palermo Carini Cinisi Island Female
* THE DEFICIENCY OF ADMINISTRATIVE?
Politicians frequently change, but the leaders of the Cosa Nostra and technical departments are using them for its own interests. Remove mayors and councilors in the odor of the Mafia. We must also act on the compromise bureaucracies, police and fire managers if necessary. Mafia infiltration found in the public sector as well as cut mayors and city councils, act on bureaucrats leaders, initiating processes that lead to immediate dismissal, without waiting for the condanna.Queste proposals from the Anti-Mafia Commission. JUSTIFICATION Lottizzazioni VARIANT DISPLACEMENT OF THE TOWN PLANS IN HAND TO BOSS. Once again we discover that, as in most cases, employees were working under arrest in the field of public works and urban planning.
ROS in Isle of Female
Law 109/96 Rules on the management and destination of goods seized or confiscated.
Art 2-Ii. - 1. The disposal of property and assets confiscated and ' made by decision the central director of the state property of the Ministry of Finance, on a non-binding proposal of the manager of the office of the territory, on the basis of the estimated value of goods made from the same office, having heard the prefect of and mayor of the town concerned and after hearing the administrator whose e-all'articolo2 Source legislative
Art 2-Ii. - 1. The disposal of property and assets confiscated and ' made by decision the central director of the state property of the Ministry of Finance, on a non-binding proposal of the manager of the office of the territory, on the basis of the estimated value of goods made from the same office, having heard the prefect of and mayor of the town concerned and after hearing the administrator whose e-all'articolo2 Source legislative
Reminder for the "Mayor" Prof Portobello geologist "Councillor" , dr. Marcello Dionisi Cutino the VPCC geom:
* Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission report in 1985
* report that the Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission approves seat December 6, 2000
* Municipal Councils Dissolution Article 2 paragraph 30 Law 1994 15 July 2009
* MANAGEMENT confiscated property law 109 March 7, 1996 seize assets to Mafia Island Female
* report that the Parliamentary Anti-Mafia Commission approves seat December 6, 2000
* Municipal Councils Dissolution Article 2 paragraph 30 Law 1994 15 July 2009
* MANAGEMENT confiscated property law 109 March 7, 1996 seize assets to Mafia Island Female
* confiscations including apartment in Island of the Females
* 67/RO Order Suspension 4/12/2005 work
* ROS seize 15 million of goods to the Mafia in Palermo Carini Cinisi Island Female
* License Building 1 of the 2010 Lucid Rabbit Puglisi Baldassare
* planning permission Rice Rosa November 26 09 Dionisi Vincenzo
* Building permits Crivello Crivello Costanzo Sisters Pomieri Chief Designer John geom Impastato
* PRG and a Fund for Island of the Females
PRG * Island of the Females and compromises
* Prg Island Female
* flowthrough technical department prg municipal public parking
* flowthrough variation during construction
* Building Permit variation in n 4 23/02/2010 Mr Giorgio Ardizzone
* MAM snc Mansion Green Island pizzerias and ecological
* Solemar Tourist Siciliano
* THE DEFICIENCY OF ADMINISTRATIVE?
* THE CALLIOPE AND APARTMENTS
* Hotel Saracen Island Municipal Engineering Department and ... ... ... ..
* in recent months with more and more I hear about 'insistence that ...
* the Island of Female Pleasure Island Mayor's Portobello
* prg Fasone calliope doubling the rail paloma list ...
* Order Auditors rely Waste Collection Company AL.TA. Ltd.
* Mafia and Surroundings
* Circular dissolutions councils LAW July 15, 2009, No 94
* 67/RO Order Suspension 4/12/2005 work
* ROS seize 15 million of goods to the Mafia in Palermo Carini Cinisi Island Female
* License Building 1 of the 2010 Lucid Rabbit Puglisi Baldassare
* planning permission Rice Rosa November 26 09 Dionisi Vincenzo
* Building permits Crivello Crivello Costanzo Sisters Pomieri Chief Designer John geom Impastato
* PRG and a Fund for Island of the Females
PRG * Island of the Females and compromises
* Prg Island Female
* flowthrough technical department prg municipal public parking
* flowthrough variation during construction
* Building Permit variation in n 4 23/02/2010 Mr Giorgio Ardizzone
* MAM snc Mansion Green Island pizzerias and ecological
* Solemar Tourist Siciliano
* THE DEFICIENCY OF ADMINISTRATIVE?
* THE CALLIOPE AND APARTMENTS
* Hotel Saracen Island Municipal Engineering Department and ... ... ... ..
* in recent months with more and more I hear about 'insistence that ...
* the Island of Female Pleasure Island Mayor's Portobello
* prg Fasone calliope doubling the rail paloma list ...
* Order Auditors rely Waste Collection Company AL.TA. Ltd.
* Mafia and Surroundings
* Circular dissolutions councils LAW July 15, 2009, No 94
E 'right to know the citizens of Isle of females who, thanks impediment to the conduct of the President of the CC, the directors have never been able to see a schematic diagram of the PRG and the outcome of the amendments , while the President of the CC was issued by the Mayor and the Chief Technical Office of the following acts more or less illegitimate § planning permission for a swimming pool in sanatoria abuse;
§ building permit (the father) for completion abuse of a building in the 150 meters from the shoreline (in the 1977 survey aerophotogrammetric the building does not exist);
§ building permit for the construction of a detached house in "batch-locked" if they already had created a family villa with swimming pool and another building permit.
FINAL CONSIDERATION: THE FACE OF THE SPHINX AND TRANSPARENCY OF ST JOSEPH.
MORAL OF THE STORY: ISLAND OF FEMALE AND STILL 'without a PRG and the story continues
Read more:
go to the link read:
signed the memorandum of understanding on the fight against the Mafia Island Female
ALL the innocent victims of the mafia
THE DEFICIENCY OF ADMINISTRATIVE?
THE DEFICIENCY OF ADMINISTRATIVE?
The Northern League with an amendment to approve the removal of ATO
Country News
* The Neverending Story of the Island of females PRG 1
* Environment and Politics of the Females in Isle
* The Neverending Story of the Master Plan of the Island of Female 2
* Only fools do not change their minds
* Environment and Politics of the Females in Isle
* The Neverending Story of the Master Plan of the Island of Female 2
* Only fools do not change their minds
* illegal building: Order AIELLO EMILIA
* Common Pollution mafia business
* BUILDING LICENCES JUDGMENTS unfairness CONDON ORDERS
* THE CALLIOPE AND APARTMENTS
* planning permission Rice Rosaria November 26, 2009 Vincent Dionne
* PORT Island of Female Environmental Impact Assessment
* Common Pollution mafia business
* BUILDING LICENCES JUDGMENTS unfairness CONDON ORDERS
* THE CALLIOPE AND APARTMENTS
* planning permission Rice Rosaria November 26, 2009 Vincent Dionne
* PORT Island of Female Environmental Impact Assessment
* Mafia and Surroundings
* ADOPTION PRG PRG 10.30.2009
* Composition and Powers Municipal Building Commission and hydrogeological
* PORT Island of Female Environmental Impact Assessment
* MAM snc Mansion Pizzerias Green Island and ecological
* ADOPTION PRG PRG 10.30.2009
* Composition and Powers Municipal Building Commission and hydrogeological
* PORT Island of Female Environmental Impact Assessment
* MAM snc Mansion Pizzerias Green Island and ecological
* LATEST
Member must give credit to the current City Council VP geom Dionne Vincent in being first to the promoter of a battle against the mafia infiltration in the Public Administration of Island of the Females. E 'strong commitment in our determination to combat all types of business-mafia interference in the management of public affairs, against the ruthlessness and aggression perpetrated in the management against an already devastated area. Commercialization of free expression against the vote. We have tried to describe it thus:
* ADOPTION PRG PRG 30.10 .09
* LA DEFICIENZA DELLA GESTIONE AMMINISTRATIVA?
* Il Vespro
* Ambiente e Politica a Isola delle Femmine
* Composizione e Competenze Commissioni Edilizie Comunali e dissesto idrogeologico
* PORTO Isola delle Femmine Valutazione Incidenza Ambientale
* M.A.M. s.n.c. PALazzotto Pizzerie verde e Isola ecologiche
* LA DEFICIENZA DELLA GESTIONE AMMINISTRATIVA?
* Il Vespro
* Ambiente e Politica a Isola delle Femmine
* Composizione e Competenze Commissioni Edilizie Comunali e dissesto idrogeologico
* PORTO Isola delle Femmine Valutazione Incidenza Ambientale
* M.A.M. s.n.c. PALazzotto Pizzerie verde e Isola ecologiche
* TAR
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