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are usually only complain and only when: 1) it is really worth because there is in an area that makes me scratch card 2) I have the balls stragonfie of this or that.
must be said that since there 'I'm here blogghino I complain less, a little' me rodimenti them because some are pulled out above, in metaphor or no encryption (the first if I wanted to laugh about it), a little 'because when the balls to go from stragonfie " exploded, "my desire to communicate with humans goes to zero.
But I have to write these words because ... because, that is ... I mean. It's not that there must always be a reason and an explanation for everything. So: go with the complaint.
Over the past ten years I think I behaved quite well with my neighbors and good if not great, with the animals. I think I've helped a number of representatives of both species in exchange for much more from the first seconds.
Nothing strange. Do not ever do something that
expecting a profit of some kind, what ever.
But at least one of gratitude, well ... never hurts the ego.
So I thought until a few years ago when, for reasons I do not want to stay because I've got time to write, like, a moment is ready on the table and (especially) are my cock, I found I needed to have human beings.
everything I "had something" a bit 'mafioso as a concept, but you get the idea, are gone, behind those mountains of words and Who behind your finger, you know, it hides very little.
thanks goes to my brother biker Ciupa, apparently as hard as a truckload of bricks, from which I did not expect the gesture that it did. I did not accept for various reasons but it was the only one to actually move to help resolve the situation.
who disappointed me is another series Friends, these things were going well until, disappeared between children and thousands of commitments, real or imagined.
As always, therefore, I made by myself and I have raised are put back in the saddle for another charge. But this time there is a difference from now on I will live according to very strict selection criteria so as not to have paura di niente, come diceva Gaber, “a me mi fa male il mondo”.
Quindi, d’ora in poi, penso solo a me stesso e ai pochi che scelgo.
Si fottano tutti gli altri.
No more Mr Niceguy.