Marlin Model 1870 30-30

hole last year.


The right way to say goodbye to this beautiful 2010 or better, to make it even more memory inidelebile arrived yesterday, well, straight as a good kick up the backside.

We are in the car. Managed by a guy with head in the zuccotto wool. Inside the car the temperature reached the air conditioner is around 23 degrees centigrade. Direction Termini station, Rome. Suddenly

the attention of the boy is kidnapped by a slight tremor whose epicenter of the right front of the machine. Tremor increases with speed, and only at times, absolutely irregular, seems to give up.
The boy, who was unaware of tremors in the area, or things that can accidentally cause such anomalies within or outside the car, albeit very worried, arrive at your destination, trying to press the accelerator very little.
arrived outside the station, where he welcomes his friend, came to spend the New Year in the capital, is immediately notified that the tire, right in the front right side is practically open in two.
The guy goes around the machine and then crushed by the tire rim alloy has much the air of saying, bluntly, "Happy New Year to you too."

The Termini station is the best background for the scene that is created and, of course, will run as the best film of 180 minutes.
The area is full of restaurants, bars, beauty shops, hotels of all kinds, snacks from a variety of flavors and odors, fast food, money exchange points, law firms, private investigators studios, shops and tarot card readers, sweet shops filled with colorful candies diabetics but, of course, not even the shadow of shops, tire shops, repair shops, spare.
The boy, lucky, able to park using space for luggage in buses carrying foreigners at the airport, or who have recently arrived in Rome. The first dialogue was with the policeman, very politely, turns a blind eye, but not the hole on the rubber.
We have seen, a fixed term, to hold the parked vehicle and groped to remedy.
not give in to the boy, the thing has already happened, a flat tire will not be a problem.
there a specific kit in the trunk with which to lift the vehicle, remove the wheel injured, mount the spare and leave for sunnier shores.
The guy is even luckier, is also a pair of gloves. It is not dirty his hands. Grand slam ass.
Everything goes with enthusiasm, her friend looks at him with a smile, convinced that bad luck will be sent away like a ball in the best "home run". Both
delude themselves. They do not know the shooter.
He has an ace up his sleeve, has prepared a launch greenhouse effect, almost feels like you understand the trajectory when the direction changes suddenly, down, leading also hopes to leave empty-handed pitcher.
In summary, the jack works, the camera gets up, the key turns the first of four bolts, others seem cemented. The ball started its trajectory of change.
The boy pushes, presses, trying to jump on that key with all their force, but the screws seem to be planted in as part of the circle and, on vacation, have not the slightest intention of moving there.
After twenty minutes of trying, the theater begins.
First attempt to help: the driver of a private bus.
"Wait, I'll help you." But when ever, his blue jacket, green color changes almost by the effort, nothing to do. Bolts win. Batting deleted.
Second failure: a boy with a Tuscan accent troll has very specific skills to do so.
"I think the skiing, which I also tire. No way, even the special expertise is sent to that country from the bolts, that bold and comfortable stay exactly in place, without even rotate an inch. According
batter deleted.
Third attempt: Railway driver. We do not have anything, we just try. It is almost like in "The Sword in the Stone" probably think that anyone can take off the wheel then bring the car home. They are wrong.
However, the driver tries, he damns the soul, then defeated the numbers recommended a mechanic on Tuscolana, which, however, does not remember the number. Immediately vanishes like mist when the sun rises.
Fourth attempt: the red-haired stranger. He, perhaps Ireland, he suggests, in language, a strategy of aggression. "You have to hit. Stronger you can".
even take the jack out from under the machine and uses it to pry the key now, by dint of effort, it also seems to have lost its regular shape, in the jargon, is "span", reducing its ability to solve the problem.
However, it is the strike, batter deleted.
After about 80 minutes, a gentleman of the area advised the boy to reach an auto parts store, maybe they are in possession of so much famous "spider," she and only she could resolve the problem, because its form is better able to concentrate on the bolt thrust of the person trying to unscrew.
forces are divided, and the guy goes, tired and discouraged, to the store, her friend is engaging and slamming (Bad) to stop all people chido, perhaps begging at all passers-by, of all types and nationalities a key cross. All this with a hungry crazy (are 13:45).
The boy runs fast towards this shop not far from the Termini station, reaches it, the window is full of auto parts and everything seems to suggest a quick exit from the coma. The enthusiasm is inevitably hampered by a sheet of paper hanging on the door, written in ink, bad handwriting, says, "reopen at 16, now down to 21". The grammar is not that piece of paper.
The boy lost his nerve, as at the mercy of the stormy sea, but not defeated until the end, continues to look around the area. He feels he will find someone, something, well, think that so much bad luck can still scale with a small glimmer of luck. The glimmer of
materializes in a man who, in the middle of Via Merulana, is adjusting a white 1998 florin. How to use the tools, the box not far from him and the safety of movement, are believed to be a mechanic.
"Excuse me, is not being answered.
"Excuse me, sir," answer does not follow.
"Sir, you, in the forint."
The Lord comes out from under the forint with his face smeared with oil and grease, a shirt that told the match between a carburetor and oil pan, and two eyes that seem to say "but who wants that" asks
"Tell me"
"Are you a mechanic?"
"No"
"Ah, because I wash and a bolt is removed, the other three no"
"Sure it takes?" Foreign accent. Puffing, are thinking that the boy is his usual bumbling, who is afraid to dirty his hands.
"Ah, see I got here, I miss the belt, ladies fifteen minutes there I come"
"Ah ok thanks."
spent forty minutes. Four calls the friend. A hunger that now howls and a thousand dirty words, shoot the breeze.
The oil stain with legs, not mechanical, finishes his job, the guilder, on the framework and the key turned and resumed to rumble, then, looks more like a lung full of rust, but at least something comes from the tailpipe, the engine is alive. In five minutes
enters the back of the guilder and takes a key, not the one to cross, though warned, he is confident of succeeding. The boy and Mr.
florin put forward "their way towards the station when the phone rings.
Someone, perhaps divine, sent by the car a lady who, in the past, found itself faced with the same problem and had in the trunk of the famous spider. She, along with his son, he unscrewed the four bolts, leaving the girl, or rather to his friend, the task to remove it and replace it with a spare.
with affection and without even being able to provide a coffee the man who would solve the whole thing leaves dismiss.
The boy now runs to the station, and finally arrives at your machine is able to remove the flat tire. May the Lord curse, along with four bolts. With speeds
replaces it, the same tightening bolts in no time at all.
The machine has a new wheel. The machine part. The machine brings the boys to lunch.
16:15 am when the pasta with pesto filling the stomachs of two boys.
time in the kitchen, we are at 30 December 2010. Who knows
for 31 ahead. Who knows
throughout the new year.

Babies Choking On Plegm

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Open a beautiful curly these days that accompany the end of a year and the beginning of the new. Time budgets of all kinds. Gross weight and net weight, in the end, something is always in your pocket.
We do, however, that the budgets are not of this post, that everyone does their own, in the privacy of their own conscience, which has never come out something good, or bad, you change, for better or for worse.
I think it's normal to hear the passing of time, especially in these last days of the year. Sometimes you think about where it was last year and imagine the next, hoping that our box full of dreams and fantasies can find at least a little parallel in the life of every day, one in which the sun rises and moon comes not have a clue to score, alemno that night, something that has more importance than the alternative above.
imagine the face of the moon, one of many, looking at us from above, completely drunk and see people who embrace, kissing, singing only because the new day marks the passing of an intangible boundary, the transition from a number to another. Probably her pretty high, almost sleepy, stunned and upset that's where you ask if we're all crazy. Not to mention the expectation with respect to that evening, it is virtually mandatory fun or do something exceedingly cool. Yes, you can get bored all the rest of the year, the important thing is that your smile shine through the night leading from December 31 to January 1, to obviously deal with the inner of the right color, otherwise, bad luck throughout the year will focus only on the viewfinder your beautiful back.
In this city, as in many others, then, is the rule of the shirt, garment, inevitably establishes who is good person and who does not. Fodamentale is the width and number of buttons on the collar, strictly double, in some cases I have seen even three, only the best come in two internal and two external surprised people, there are also double collar, double for items which double door faces, one they use in real life, the other, that cleaned up, accompanying them into the room in which they enter, strictly filled with gelatin and with the beautiful shiny shoes, accompanied by the city. We are the fruit. Better, in sparkling wine, and New Year. They call
dress code, most famously "put the shirt otherwise remain out of" justified by the organizations that believe in this policy as "if you do not define a basis of clothing people, even thirty years, are presented in suit and vest" , it matters little that those who comply with that code, who is part of the tour, who gets in and does not remain outside, then the first thing he does is go to the bathroom to powder her nose, saying that white goes well, especially on nights like this . If there was the chance to really leave things in the past year, behold, I will leave this bullshit, codes, those governing the form and do not take into account the substance, she, we have lost along the way, in the transition from year one to year zero.
A beautiful custom has it that on this night the old things can be thrown out the window, maybe throw down a nice list, clear, concise, black and white, maybe the rest end up in shorts and no shirt.

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The inspiration for this post comes from several photos published today on the carrier in which a young sera.it Alemanno, the wily hair and forehead without any wrinkles, paraded the streets, including flags, and people symbols that speak of the past. The post is not political, in fact. What
I thought, looking at those photos was: I wonder if Alemanno, that day, thought or dreamed of entering politics, or at least felt within himself the certainty that one day, would, among other things, now mayor of Rome.
In my opinion, today, he said, "Let's say I did not imagine the mayor of Rome, but I was very career-oriented policy." Thus hiding all his passion for flowers and bleached a green thumb with the flame that is pretty fair in the middle of a flag behind him in those beautiful pictures in black and white.
matters little whether he, today, would tell us the truth, what matters is that, although ideally away from him, I am concerned that he is a young man took to the streets, for interest related to his way of seeing things, and that is mixed with those people, it was moderately activist, participating in what is a civil and democratic expression of human thought and More particularly, politics. That was among the people, first he wants to drive.
I do not like to think that many people who sit in those pretty red seats, have this "social conscience" I do not think that, while looking for, you can find photos of our Prime Minister, as a young man, among other kids like him , smiling, holding up a sign, a flag, let alone a megaphone. This example does not want to put the president in a bad light the board of this country, applies to everyone, also because I've never seen a picture of Romano Prodi, young, etc etc in the queue, along the streets of several cities.
do not know, then, as the way of seeing things Gianni Alemanno is correct or not, but I can at least say that he was young, we went down in the square, different from others, and worse, other than myself and many others like me who have lost their passion for this form of battle, the protest, the colors, the ideas that drive, or should lead the people toward common goals.
In a world where "every man for himself" seems to have become the rule is much easier to watch the news and see people arguing and complaining rather than being part of those who complain "so the end does not change anything" this is the verbalization that the beast gets the general sense of impossibility. An evil, capturing, killing hope.
Away is now the time when the same courier published articles Pasolini, perhaps, in which the thought of Calvin really draw a road and I say this because I've never had the chance to read an article like that, never had a way to listen to someone who, in my opinion, has managed to turn that passion, that fire that is called politics, but his mind and thought, which moves action, which could make the good of all, the desire to speak for healthy and understand the differences, with commitment, level and flatten them, make them thinner, until they disappear. This is how I feel orogoglioso the country where I live, loud and not envious of those who, like many friends, leave the boot to the land of kangaroos, or that of rice, or of the wall and tell stories beautiful sunny rights respected and achievements, fragrances at the right commitment, and well recognized.
The writer believes that blaming others is futile. Resolutions for the coming year: to participate in those events that do not directly concern you, because when you are in the same boat, the water enters, it sends all the bottom of the sea.


It all seems sad and hopeless. But it is not.

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pigeon blood

prevail, in these times, wear nail polish color pigeon blood. I wonder why women, especially those who have bad hands, should be smeared fingers with this unit pseudo-symbolic effect disgusting. E'soltanto fashion? The reproduction of an inexplicable pattern seen around? Or is there something more? We can speak of the blood booster discovered (maybe because these days are so fashionable vampires), we can also attribute to the desire of women to make themselves known, appear and speak, by establishing a clear color signal in the environment, we can see, the more trivially, as usual usual red color of the usual passion. In short, you could do the psychology magazine in dribs and drabs. But then, who cares?

The question that haunts me, however, why the pigeon blood? You could not leave them alone these anonymous pen? There was just the need to get them dancing in the slaughter of the body and the crushing of their most vital liquid? Even as a reference, of course (since I hope there is real blood in those glazes, and I do not give even bother to check).

Today, for example, I saw a girl, not too young nor too old, twenty-five to thirty, to understand, well, I saw her move her hands in the air that withered and skeletal, a little 'differing and exaggerated veins, as if they had a poster with which to transmit the essence of her femininity. Well, that's it, she felt the woman to nail polish pigeon blood. I swear the pigeons that if you had been there now I would say too. I-it-here-vo-ca-bi-le.

Judging by the number of mature women, boys and girls including depopulated this bundle leathery appearance, I would not say who they suspect of anything, especially with regard to the banal and the grotesque of decoration. Nothing more and nothing less than uncontrolled proliferation, and almost meta, tattoos on the bodies of people (so that more symbols are drawn fierce and aggressive, the more they cry at all watching the drama of Tuesday night).

My grandmother wore the red nail polish, bright red, like the Ferrari, but she had as a reference to Hollywood stars, cinema, the dream of escape from the province. This one, however, appear with the red-legged frogs, a species not yet known on earth.

The post ends here but for those who want, and for me to write it, read the red nail phenomenology. With examples.

The undersigned also works at the counter of the store and there he will see, on the ground, the location of the hands and fingers in the most important moment of their day, that is when they are in the spotlight. Women are at the counter and have to pay. Here, not only here, I as nails, hands and fingers you people would not even have imagined. There are too arched or too sharp nails, inaccurate and ill-polished nails, even nails scratched when not (God forbid) greased and grease under the skin (due to fast food snacks in the gallery).

Nature does not help, because there are nails and fingers are too short or too loose, sometimes slender as pencils, and hands, then, do not lend at all, so as to betray the excessive thinness or plenty of meat. Remember, your hands have a nasty habit of exposing women.

The thing that amuses me, however, em'infastidisce, revolves around the fact that these ladies and young ladies, when it's time, actually I do not have the courage, do not feel, do not hold up the action (challenging?). In short, some collapsed. You see them trembling, that handle credit card with a flicker of hesitation, that they do everything to keep those shriveled appendages bright and, now, too showy. If they could hide it in the bag, because they know that here, someone will look at their hands. The whole house of cards could collapse on the bench by cash. While the transaction is waiting to be done I smile innocently, pretending not to see. But a face appears on the little face. There's nothing to do beauty, it seems that your hands are gripping to a branch, an owl's legs seem, not the hands of a fairy. The unfortunate warns telepathy cynical thought. Shrinks, perhaps would disappear, certainly not looking forward to racing in front of the mirror to poke check the styling. There's nothing to do young lady, your beauty does not exist. E 'shattered long ago when you started to concerts as a mannequin. Sorry, we can not pretend to be women, we women must feel. Eva is a great chick with diver from the diving suit.

paradox, hyperbole, contradictions.

Physical Female Doctor

sketch of George Carlin

Sunday morning, wake up in sleep apnea. Coffee, pants, shirt. Ice machine. On the way there is already traffic, with cars and people sleepy thought, that swinging his head like dolls. Clear air for the great cold, and the Via Emilia is more bleak than ever. At least during the week oozing remnants of life: the work of tool-behind the scenes, the anguish of productive gimmick. Now, however, the concrete architecture is just dead. M'infilo in that sort of rarefied tail behind everyone else. Guido on autopilot, not even turn on the radio. I let my head go around chasing thoughts down. I want to get right. I wish there were a hundred yards from the border. A checkpoint and then a foreign language. Bending I bend the steering wheel like I was riding. Check. I arrived. In front of the shopping center is a small herd of people waiting to cross the threshold. It would take the Holy Spirit upon them. Looking into the glass, smoke cigarettes, they say wasted words. Someone rubs his hands and stamp their feet. They are impatient and have faces drawn, because the claim as soon as their day of rest. Santa Sunday.

I, however, work. Within one side. The galleries are still empty. Few committed dragging their feet to the first or the last cup of coffee. Some greeting, timid characters, there is already someone who tells a bolt of his life. They all sides stretched by dark circles, and courage to pretend that there are alternatives.

We could be underground in a mine, changing only the walls and lights, plus there are the decorations and the windows. We could be in hell, or one of its group. After all, every enclosed space open to the public is nothing but a hole. Then there
a bell alarm clock, a piece of music rises in volume, a metallic voice instructed to be ready. Among five minutes open the mall. Out of the herd paws, throwing cigarettes and watching the junction point of the glass. Crowd how they should take the best seats. Someone puts in the bag, credit cards and debit cards like guns. We are ready, come. Even now sold dreams so much per pound.

paradox, hyperbole, contradictions.

What Does This Statue Reveal About Greek Value

245 (renumbered 208)


On December 9 at the postal address of the house comes signed a letter sent directly from the service of the Italian Post.
Looking more closely, the undersigned, realize that rather than being the usual bag is recommended. The board recommended that color calls myself to go to the location of the nearest post office to pick up "something."
Needless to say, in this case, the undersigned have immediately thought that it was the certification of fines previously ascribed to him, not yet resolved.
The youth, now defeated, he went to the post office, respecting his turn, package P 130 number, wait about twenty minutes.
When the time comes, he gets up and goes to the bench where he can, subject to signature and document number to pick up two envelopes.
The young man comes out with a bowed head from the post office, aware of the likely amount of the fines. The discards once sat in the car, thus avoiding public downfalls.
The envelope, incredibly, is feeling the year. Inexplicably, the young man is the one in front of the envelope humoral history of the envelopes. She, the envelope, it feels good because we are close to the Christmas holidays. She, the envelope, once discarded, a check reveals that very clearly says "pay to view". The figure amounts to Euro 208 with causal "Restitution ammonatare Poste Pay card.
The young man did not believe what they are watching. Yet it is all true. Years later one, get back what he saw, a chicken thief, had deliberately taken without permission. The postal service does justice, with some time, but it makes the money back.
shocks of the machine well to bear the strain of the boy who jumps like a grasshopper in the vehicle but the horn has got to perform in any case his duty when called from the front, despite knowing that at that time, the pressure is not responsive to the purposes to its use. The ring can move people's attention next to the vehicle and pushes the young man to contain his enthusiasm, start the vehicle and take the road home.

back the young man tries to invent methods useful mnemonic to remind him to go and pay the fines in arrears.

The second envelope is not useful to the content of this blog.

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Christmas. The hottest period of the year.


Everything that follows is his fault .

You can feel it the best time or worst of the year. What gifts, of madness in the streets, racing fast towards the metro closes, which opens to the shop and where you have to find the last example of that gift as a success. The period in which all become more charitable, platitudes, affection, persons found that faith, when all turned their gaze upward to see if any bow down, is hardly ever done, but this is also a time of hope, the good that is in us, the promises made to ourselves, the kind that we have maintained, the kind that we have forgotten and those who, wanting or not, we have maintained.
Forgiveness is of this period, for ourselves and for others. Not for everyone.
The cold fogs the windows and the fireplace is fueled by smiles, memories, sweet nuts and split the old kitchen table. Mandarins and chocolate, sugar and bubbles of champagne. Red nose and your lottery number to be released the next day, if ever, remember a loud voice "... unfortunately the game ...", yes, it is also the time of clichés, even those that use all the associations that help the world help us, help us, from that Christmas is ... " as if for people who need help for Christmas was a very different time (not enter into the question).
Without being aware, even large ones, begin to believe the gentleman with the red suit and beard, what works one night a year, he, with the means of transport that is the envy of all those who love speed. Rome-Tokyo 15 minutes. It would be so nice to travel with him, as fast as a blink, a breath you are in Kenya, another between the kangaroos are in Australia. Belts fastened, heated seats and reindeer strengthened. People dreaming does not cost anything and this is the moment when everything is really possible. Comes and ends, rather vanishes like the sound of a bell, like a sneeze breaks the silence and scent free as air. There's a world behind every desire and our man who is preparing for a year and works one day only knows. Arrives, often in ways different from how we imagined, it does not change the result, look what is true is true if you want, unless you want it, everything is exactly like yesterday, like tomorrow, as always. If you like, go ahead. How
return to play, how to pretend to be true, but believing really, poke fun and feel on the skin that is not a game you were doing so for some time.
Are you a serious? Send seriousness on holiday, send it to ski. Are you a gay? Put your hand on the shoulder of those who laugh a little. Trasmettila. Are you a thought? Blows on the sugar and you'll see that, gently, go away, at least for that night.
Does it seem like Christmas? It is not so long as you want? This is not your Christmas? Ok, you are so angry. Ok, maybe you are also right. We do not ask to build a new one. Take a ride in that of others. Make a guest, assaggiane a bit. You are offering him. It is not yours, quiet. Educated, grab a slice, maybe you like it, and if it happens, you'll see, you'll be offered another.
Someone wrote:
"The only wasted the time of life is when you think you are alone."
E 'written in a book, "The Five People You Meet in Heaven", the title is from scratch, even the pages on your life. It can be a great gift.

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obvious question. Response variable.


The game began about a month before. A simple game, too old, but it is precisely what we must aim. It can be done in any situation, after returning from the cinema, the supermarket, just woken up in the morning, coming from the bathroom, wet shower, just before going out the front door, or hitting with the knuckles on the window and face absolutely naive to take his hands behind his back in front of the eyes of the beholder. Forearms crossed, fists clenched. "Choose?"
The game will go on, and each time there must be something different, silly, useful, useless, if you want even a crumb of bread, as long as there is something, at least in one of two fists. If you choose the empty fist, you can open the other, and to grant the same surprise, come on, be patient.
Who is not familiar with the plan before, and this renederà the thing for you, I think, terribly beautiful.
The game goes on, almost to bother those who are subjected, but the hope is that if he gets the "joke" it takes almost as a habit and that, failing for a few days, end to ask.
Everyone, then, should tailor the time even if the low profile makes surprise in dementia, terribly surprising, and, in theory, should there be any added value.
That evening, after returning from work, returned from the cinema, leaving the supermarket, from the bathroom, the shower, wet and fragrant bubble bath, red eyes with soap, hair dripping, or simply tired of the week you should feel that the time has come.
may become slightly more serious, but what we are doing, you know they are going to do, you are unlikely to give this possibility. In theory it's time You should remember forever, for life, hoping it's the only time (as times better cross your fingers).
Well, this time the game will bring serious and devastating.
left hand, only a handful of fingers curled in on themselves. Right Hand
a thin circle, Girod, around which, by that time, rotate your whole life.

"Choose?"
This time the question, implicitly, they hide another.



.... Just a suggestion, no claim of ownership of the idea.
So anyone know any better.

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Santa Claus is a balloon


not make ends meet. It was college days, books and the unbridled pursuit of independence, one that, in those days, played with so much noise that the box was opened at the end of the evening, one from which the principal took your "night" anyway thanks.
"missing?"
"Poor thing."
Pazienza, at 02:00 (when you were lucky) to get back home.
But if this were a blog or whatever, who writes only the waiter would, in fact, it is not, and this is not the story that he tells you. The blog is on the piece tonight (bit of enthusiasm is no justification).
we said, this story is inspired by a distance in December, he, the month of Christmas, the one that, like it or not, we are approaching, and the frenzy salt, the snow falls, people sclera in the streets and those living in the advertising world has already heard arriving last month.
Two boys, without neither art nor part, accept a job offer seem beneficial. It was a job about a fortnight, there was not much to do but be nice and walk around some shops and encourage, through some gadget colorful, fragrant or delicious, people to come to spend part of their thirteenth.
"bullshit. Fatica zero and all gain. You see that in January we do." Never
words will be most popular.
The hapless pair, who arrived before the first shop is equipped with a suitcase enormous weight of some ten or fifteen pounds, black, even slightly dirty. Opening it either do not believe their eyes. The party was the least cumbersome heavy, like a shell of hard plastic colored, white, red and black were the colors that jumped immediately to the eye. Extracted from the plastic bag, there was a sort of giant cell at the bottom, about the size of the cylinders that use divers to go underwater. Curiosity urged young people to understand what was the first well casing that once appeared unrolled in all its fullness, in all its glory and all its magic. It was a wonderful silhouette of Santa Claus. The boys made two and two together and realized that the battery would serve to inflate them. They would then stand and did not put away, attracting the most attention.
Just like the plot of the hugely popular series "Murder, She Wrote" where the first convicted murderess has never really, so the guys would not have guessed, the first clue, the real functioning of Santa Claus. To reveal it would be two things, a hinge behind the back of the evil Santa and the fact that the batteries were attached to what was, in effect, a backpack, at the end of which he was a fan. The batteries that operate the fan, therefore, would keep the swollen shell. But he had to stay inside, otherwise the structure of at least two feet would have collapsed by the weight.
Summary: A person must physically remain within the father, legarselo feet and stay upright, motionless, not even able to rest on the wall to bear the weight of the cylinders.
now the boys were there. The contract was signed and, however, did not seem so difficult to achieve on December 23.
One afternoon, while one was inside the Santa handing out candy and the other with honey, a gentleman, obviously questionable verbal habits, seeing my dad move, asked if there was someone inside. The answer of course was positive and he, without a shot being fired, expelled from his mouth something that, arguably, his brain could not retain
"Oh, definitely put c'avranno an immigrant," and turned away.
The boy in the Father, immediately stopped the fan, the shell lost life, deflating, leaving the possibility of opening the zipper.
"Excuse me, but that is an insult to me, but I was an immigrant?"
The Lord, in his fifties, not at all angry, his chest began to laugh and his teeth came out
"Ahahahaha. Look at what is to be inflated. You do not make the balloon?"
Smiling again, he took ten thousand pounds from his pocket, put them in the basket of candy.
"Ahahahahaah. Well done guys." He left shoulder.