I love being surrounded by family and friends at home, especially when they leave.
There are so intelligent men who know how to say anything for hours and hours talking.
Sometimes there are such interesting conversations at parties that the first impulse is to me is to use the flamethrower.
The political marches are music, as a pumpkin is a means of transport.
Yesterday I discussed in depth with myself, a very close dialogue at the end I could not remember what I had discussed, then someone knocked on my door, I went to open it, it was my alter ego, me asked a hot lemon against a headache.
together the next day we went to a shrink, after ten minutes he could not understand anything, then the drama ... asked to consult his 124 alter ego, we are gone, there was too much confusion.
Yesterday I woke up with a woman near my bed, I wondered who he was, then solved the riddle, I went in front of the mirror, I had bras strung between the ears.
I often think about many things, except on those obvious.
The other day there was a pile-up on a street car, at the same instant I heard caps of bottles of champagne exploded at an office of insurance, some people still celebrated at the wrong times.
The health ministry loves his people, erodes as loved children.
When I watch a political debate, the first impulse that comes to me and to summon a group of sharks, but I fear that it would happen anything, including members of the same category, there must be a non-aggression pact.
Yesterday I saw a banker trying to put my head into an eye of a needle, it has managed to now understand why many of them to strange pretuberanze face.
I've just been elected Secretary of the professional-nothing, in the crowded meeting the Prime Minister was present as well, with a standing ovation general was immediately elected honorary president of the company.
end of the year they throw the old things from the windows, I tried to buttarvici my accountant, I think I succeeded, then reappeared after midnight with strange changes around the neck a door of an old washing machine, a cup of water on the head, an old gramofono to surround his life.
Then he left like a rocket as soon as the cuckoo clock on the right elbow tucked old has gone, who knows where he went.
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