If there is a situation where the costume is appropriate for I take time and are more 'perfectionist chef Tony Miracle Blade. View on the mind "concept" and then the various elements that need to dial the Traves.
And my poor friend Sien know, when I pulled into a situation from Chicken Run for the whole ... Padua in search of a water pistol in October.
And you say? But it is easy to find! But no, that the owners of the shops giornotutti 99 cents you bully me, but I'm sure she had pretended not. And the situation had become like a treasure hunt where the RTA will gradually mounts compentizione spirit and you have to go first on the podium! You have to win you the cur padded foam left over from the feast of the patron saint!
dribbled to the end after a series of Scientology devotees in Corso del Popolo
Sistra and tacked on a side: there it is ... the mecca of crap battery, not the cocks a battery, the battery-fuck. In this shop I Beijng held by operators with a devout silence I raised the ceiling on my Holy Grail: a Wimp space, light blue metallic that makes the sounds of Star Wars and lights intermittently.
No one uttered a word in respect of that sacred moment, I humbly committed supplied batteries and giving change.
Outside autumn leaves in their first and last flight
in a graceful dance in the air wrote the following words: CLEAR BRAVA!
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