This year the usual pre-Christmas show of all my suppliers: last year it looked like a procession of undertakers, this time I have submitted all the most serene. It will be the satisfaction of the survivor, I think.
As for me, not only the thirteenth I have not seen it yet but I have not even heard of.
Meanwhile, toasted in the countryside by the cold, the bodies of the closed factories are horrible pathetic displays of flaunting banners with the inscription sale, while the local Caritas helps the families themselves that only a few months ago could afford to support it. But
real tragedy is that G. Clooney has decided to change the lake (the inconsolable cry of pain that rises from the shores of Lake Como).
In contrast, in neighboring Switzerland, skilled plastic surgeons will be working hard to rebuild our premier impeccable hypocritical smile.
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