from the theme of this fucking blog.
in 'time I'm here are minimal, so you can skip the hard way and saw all the graphic bells and whistles that were there before. Now black.
black
simple
clean.
Confused.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Showing Knickers Panties
and 'Now is the time to change a bit' of things
from the theme of this fucking blog.
in 'time I'm here are minimal, so you can skip the hard way and saw all the graphic bells and whistles that were there before. Now black.
black
simple
clean.
Confused.
from the theme of this fucking blog.
in 'time I'm here are minimal, so you can skip the hard way and saw all the graphic bells and whistles that were there before. Now black.
black
simple
clean.
Confused.
Howto Clean Candle Wax From Lime Stone
One of the finest monologues + history (25 hours)
- Yeah ... fuck you too
- Fuck me? You go! You and all this shit town and people who live there.
Fuck the beggars who ask me money and I laugh at him.
Fuck the dirty glass window cleaner I cleaned the machine.
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis, who are on the streets with a ball with their decrepit taxi ... smell of curry from every pore, they send me paranoia in the nostrils would-be terrorists ... AND SLOW DOWN, SHIT!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with shaved chest and pumped biceps, that if you suck each other in my parks, and I will slam in your face on the Gay Channel.
bottegari Fuck the Koreans, with their pyramids of overpriced fruit, with their flowers wrapped in plastic have been here for 10 years and still can not put two words together.
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach, and violent mobsters, sitting in the bar to sip their tea with a sugar cube between his teeth, steal, cheat and conspire tornatevene ... where the fuck you came from!
Fuck the Orthodox Jews, going up and down the whitewashed 47th in their coats of dandruff dell'appartheid to sell diamonds in South Africa.
Fuck the stockbrokers on Wall Street, who think they are masters of the universe, those motherfuckers feel like Michael Douglas / Gordon Gekko and think of new ways to steal from the poor working people. Beat in those Enron assholes to rot for life ... and Bush and Cheney did not know anything about this mess?! But do me the pleasure of fucking!
Fuck at Tyco, ImClone to, the Adelphi, the WorldCom
Fuck the Puerto Ricans, twenty into a machine, and foster the social costs ... and do not let me speak of the Dominican Pippon: Puerto Ricans compared to them are precisely the phenomena.
Fuck the Italians to Benson Hurst with their slicked hair, their nylon suits, their St. Anthony medallions, waving their bat signed Jason Giambi, hoping for an audition for The Sopranos. In
ass to the ladies of the Upper East Side, with their scarves and their Hermesse artichokes warmth from $ 50: their faces with silicone pumped and rigged, painted and lift ... You can not deceive anyone, old witches!
Fuck the blacks of Harlem. Never pass the ball, do not want to play defense, are five steps to get under the basket, then they turn around and blame the racism of whites. Slavery is over one hundred thirty-seven years ago. ... And move your ass, now!
Fuck the corrupt cops that impale the poor Christ and the forty-one riddled with bullets, Hidden behind their wall of silence. You betrayed our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands in the pants of innocent children.
Fuck the church that protects them, not delivered from evil. And since we're here, we also put Jesus Christ. If you got off lightly. One day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and then the angels' hallelujah for the rest of eternity. Try to spend seven years in prison in Otisville. In
ass Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda and those cavemen backward fundamentalists around the world. On behalf of the thousands of murdered innocents, I wish to spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores to roast over low heat in hell. Assholes camel with a towel on his head, kissed my balls noble Irish! In Jackob Elinsky
ass, whiny and disgruntled. In France Slaughtery
ass, my best friend, who judges me with eyes glued on the ass of my girlfriend. In
ass Naturelle Riviera: I gave my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me to the police ... damn bitch!
Fuck my father with his intractable pain: drinking mineral water behind the counter of his bar, selling whiskey to firemen extolling the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this city and who lives there. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the Bronx housing projects to the loft in Soho, from the palaces of Alphabet City to the stone houses of Park Slope and those two floors of Staten Island. That an earthquake topples. These fires are destroying it. To burn until it became ashes, and that the waters are lifted and this swamp-infested sewer rats.
- NO, NO, YOU IN THE ASS, Montgomery Brogan. He had everything and you have thrown away, UGLY HEAD FOR SEX! 
- Yeah ... fuck you too
- Fuck me? You go! You and all this shit town and people who live there.
Fuck the beggars who ask me money and I laugh at him.
Fuck the dirty glass window cleaner I cleaned the machine.
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis, who are on the streets with a ball with their decrepit taxi ... smell of curry from every pore, they send me paranoia in the nostrils would-be terrorists ... AND SLOW DOWN, SHIT!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with shaved chest and pumped biceps, that if you suck each other in my parks, and I will slam in your face on the Gay Channel.
bottegari Fuck the Koreans, with their pyramids of overpriced fruit, with their flowers wrapped in plastic have been here for 10 years and still can not put two words together.
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach, and violent mobsters, sitting in the bar to sip their tea with a sugar cube between his teeth, steal, cheat and conspire tornatevene ... where the fuck you came from!
Fuck the Orthodox Jews, going up and down the whitewashed 47th in their coats of dandruff dell'appartheid to sell diamonds in South Africa.
Fuck the stockbrokers on Wall Street, who think they are masters of the universe, those motherfuckers feel like Michael Douglas / Gordon Gekko and think of new ways to steal from the poor working people. Beat in those Enron assholes to rot for life ... and Bush and Cheney did not know anything about this mess?! But do me the pleasure of fucking!
Fuck at Tyco, ImClone to, the Adelphi, the WorldCom
Fuck the Puerto Ricans, twenty into a machine, and foster the social costs ... and do not let me speak of the Dominican Pippon: Puerto Ricans compared to them are precisely the phenomena.
Fuck the Italians to Benson Hurst with their slicked hair, their nylon suits, their St. Anthony medallions, waving their bat signed Jason Giambi, hoping for an audition for The Sopranos. In
ass to the ladies of the Upper East Side, with their scarves and their Hermesse artichokes warmth from $ 50: their faces with silicone pumped and rigged, painted and lift ... You can not deceive anyone, old witches!
Fuck the blacks of Harlem. Never pass the ball, do not want to play defense, are five steps to get under the basket, then they turn around and blame the racism of whites. Slavery is over one hundred thirty-seven years ago. ... And move your ass, now!
Fuck the corrupt cops that impale the poor Christ and the forty-one riddled with bullets, Hidden behind their wall of silence. You betrayed our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands in the pants of innocent children.
Fuck the church that protects them, not delivered from evil. And since we're here, we also put Jesus Christ. If you got off lightly. One day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and then the angels' hallelujah for the rest of eternity. Try to spend seven years in prison in Otisville. In
ass Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda and those cavemen backward fundamentalists around the world. On behalf of the thousands of murdered innocents, I wish to spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores to roast over low heat in hell. Assholes camel with a towel on his head, kissed my balls noble Irish! In Jackob Elinsky
ass, whiny and disgruntled. In France Slaughtery
ass, my best friend, who judges me with eyes glued on the ass of my girlfriend. In
ass Naturelle Riviera: I gave my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me to the police ... damn bitch!
Fuck my father with his intractable pain: drinking mineral water behind the counter of his bar, selling whiskey to firemen extolling the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this city and who lives there. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the Bronx housing projects to the loft in Soho, from the palaces of Alphabet City to the stone houses of Park Slope and those two floors of Staten Island. That an earthquake topples. These fires are destroying it. To burn until it became ashes, and that the waters are lifted and this swamp-infested sewer rats.
- NO, NO, YOU IN THE ASS, Montgomery Brogan. He had everything and you have thrown away, UGLY HEAD FOR SEX!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Non-comodegenic Concealer
For all those who love fishing ... and reading!
Council this cute little book (only 133 pages) by Robert Hughes:
The philosophy of the sardine. Reflections of a mediocre fisherman.
Enjoy, and good ...! 
Council this cute little book (only 133 pages) by Robert Hughes:
The philosophy of the sardine. Reflections of a mediocre fisherman.
Enjoy, and good ...!
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