So here I am in a place of inspiration to me, beloved, the Soho Cafe. A lot has happened in these days, many, or rather almost all of which is not worth talking about. Two out of all: it seems that in the first year of Miskolc and the sacred ritual killing of a pig has led to a massacre among participants with good luck for the hapless animal. L 'charge to' killing, carried out by electric shock, it seems that a prey to the fumes of 'alcohol has turned toward whether the electric terminal of the' device instead of to the 'animal thus causing' death on the spot not the animal, but of far more 'intelligent biped (drunk). When 'the owner, regular consumers of foods from the Mediterranean diet is not primarily for the shock and worry and' suffered heart attack was equally withering. The mother of heart disease in an attempt to rescue his son and 'stumbled autcondannandosi fracturing his femur and a life inferma.Il pig? Barbarian's murderess seems there is no news, however was still very shaken and the Hungarian state television did not mention it as, in my view, was even giving it as a third of the evening news in Tg. The second thing, and 'better not to talk and' my prof's comment to the argument:''you are climbing a wall of ice.''
Instead, we want to describe a couple of scenes really interesting?
start: I was going to order my beer ordinance, now in the middle 'evening when the bar is full of people, WHEN' my attention is hit by 'facial expression of my girlfriend, holy woman, shot of 4 / 5 wrung his mouth wide open eyes for the slight myopia that looks at 9 o'clock. I turn my ebetinea (face) at 9 and see what 'that in the 60's cause' major scandal in Italian theaters and not in recent months and 'was brought to Rome (?), Causing a few polemica.Una young man aged maiden no more 'than 17 years' clinging to two peers, his mouth ', more that open, apart, I would say, and agree with delight' the glosses of the two friends who have formatted the hard drive from an overdose of testosterone. Now maybe the description does not make it, but emphasizes contemporaneity 'of' action and the binge of taste buds. Perhaps my past life in the province has preserved me from such habits, but I confess to be a witness chatted with three of the long kiss me not a little sconbussolato. A 'last thing the girl did not seem at all embarrassed by the''traffic''I' nor by the fact that there were at least 20 people including me were watching them.
's epilogue: evening to end and then did not give much importance to the fact, in the sense that the' I followed her all night looking for other developments over 'hot,' s I cross with his eyes: he was sitting by alone in a corner a little depressed, it seemed waiting for someone or perhaps just waiting to close, and I go to the bottom of the stairs to find myself 'out of the two types Macskafogo drunk and sweaty arguing heatedly with each other, jostle then separate, leaving taking the local one of two ways to Parliament 's more to Nador utca. The particular thing could be many, but basically I did not really want to shake me. Flying saucers
blacks: come into the bathroom to urinate, an Australian friend of addozione always tells me to pay an amount''and then''pee, I realize that above the urinals were made of soft disks, pillows I would say, blacks. Now I do not understand, I'm by carrying out my duties, I am with black disk in front of the face when approached by a staggered type with 'obvious intention to expel the fluid: with amazing wrap-around maneuver in the sense that to put in front of the urinal taking a semicircle with recall, approaches the desired ceramic, starts to piss looking down, then his body is magnetically attracted to the wall as if in a trance in front. then slowly tilts his head to support the black disk. The face is rubbed into the pillow he literally does not suffer bumps and falls asleep pissing. In this grotesque triangle in which the 'hypotenuse and' the drunk there 'Genius: I buttoned the flap as I think of Rubik.
BOOK OF HISTORY
After correspondence with my prof to suspend for ideological reasons, rather than ethical.
ARCHIPELAGO Gulyás
The strapacska: dumplings (?) I'm not sure with sour cream and teijfol: God for my gastritis. If someone invented to say that my recipes are lacking remind him that my blog is not 'a cookbook, but if someone dares to say that my blog lacks precise and cultural references and' rather superficial: Well he's right ', and' a choice.
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