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

31 / 1

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.

I Think Mytoddler Has Genital Warts

Raise your right hand please do


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.