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Last Supper - Delusion dinner


After a few months to covet too cybernetics and collegiate this small fragment of the network back to talk about herself. what better occasion if not a dinner for the minstrel Sandron Punic, the Sun King, the soul of the evening, the best (cited above), we are the only planets revolving around him.
we proved once again that we are children like any other, with so much joy in my heart and still able to have fun without taking drugs or alcohol. the smiles of the demon jester David "Cinco" (cazz'in ass) Nanni are our smiles.

entertainers chameleon capable of passing from the neutral palette of saliva in bedroom pads converted to makeshift theaters due to socio-cultural dislocation of guys who insist on when they claim to be Italian have it written in his face that Bosnja or Syria are their real country of origin.

dinner we greet it with final / temporary brain drain that is increasingly detached from this reality (and " this reality" I mean not only Italy, but also the existence). it seems that the brain of Lilloni or Foxaguti can never return to earth?

might have been better last meal like this

but has not yet come forward to hang on to a mug of GHB

The tragedy which our daily life has run further aggravated when end of the evening Dr. language has examined the small intestine of its tiny (cited) and Sandroni, high on a fascinating and exotic scent has tried, and as always failing, the assault on that great dream / nightmare called Boat

The path to becoming like Jerry Calà in Christmas Vacation '83 also passes by Delusion Dinners. and that (,) is not the only beautiful thing in life, there is also the (_._), crack, Storari singing ".. we smoke," the saccottini, Saturdays apple to Cdr Miranda and park in a ditch because abstinence from Swiss Emmental and spicy olives.

ps
the Afghan face on that Blanco was copincollata of Judah. it also would sell his soul to the devil for a package of Dixie Cheese.