Cheats Pokemon Emerald Ipod Touch

That's a matter of feeling love



police station.
Lex, in despair, waiting for his turn to make a complaint.
They just robbed.
not know who will have to wait thirty-four minutes seven seconds and the first two to crossing the threshold of the appointment Sironi.

waiting, never to get bored, I'll overhear a conversation in the room of your appointment. The policeman chosen Calacascione
Ignatius, after the canonical joke, is telling a story (which is pronounced calacascionese anettotto ) Sironi. The story starring the great Cosimo Glandesperti, Lieutenant.

& nbspMai seen a living so bright, it reminds him of the set of advertising Mastrolindo. Reflected in the floor unable to even the score blacks.
& nbspUn chore clean, it must be said.
& nbspGlandesperti feels observed. His face stares from the shelves of the assassination, from the table beside the sofa. It's a bit 'all over, mixed with exotic landscapes and pictures of dead friends. It seems like a lot. Would see the good behind a crate, in a large office or in a beautiful house with three brats that run.
& nbspPoi see him. Sure, you can tell a lot from an image. An alternative: colored goatee, two tattoos on his right arm, a pierced lip.
& nbspDopo nine years of service now knows, during the Christmas holidays happen a lot of strange things, all because of the lethal combination of excess sugar and lack of affection. But one who kills her boyfriend in that way ... And it takes a cool head to do such a thing and then get to clean as usual.
& nbspIl body they found in the refrigerator, and vacuum packed.
& nbspQuattro plastic bags for upper and lower limbs.
& NbspUna to the chest, beautifully filleted.
& nbspLe innards cataloged in alphabetical order in the remaining shelves. And the head, or rather what was left in a glass bottle.
& nbspSull'etichetta, a beautiful bright red, reading: "The essence of the problem."
& nbspGià, because the brain has the milkshake.
& nbspPer a moment, staring at the strain of Ikea knives, Glandesperti is relieved. His wife got a nice pair of earrings and a book. Better avoid sharp objects, food mixers and company. You know, women are furious at receiving gifts from housewife.
& nbspDal his wrist, the beep of the chronograph's remember that time passes. It is already noon.
& nbspEstrae a knife from the strain and, as is reflected in the blade, he thinks that there is no point smashing on the motive. Probably Miss Clean is sketched, for a material to be put down with cans of sturacervelli prozac. Maybe her boyfriend has turned into a sashimi only because the wrong turning. Command &
nbspAl colleagues are almost remained ill, it took two applications to obtain a confession. And when asked why he did ? Miss Clean lapidary replied, "It was stupid."

Lex is still waiting his turn. It's been fourteen minutes and nine seconds from the first four. In the room
Sironi rummages in a drawer, pulls out a sheet of paper and waved it under the nose of Calacascione. It is a copy of an email, if it was true that between the sketches of the assassination of the computer. Miss Clean wrote it on December 26, hours before the murder.
Sironi blow their nose, put on his glasses and reads.

Nothing personal, but kill you.
NbspSento & your little voice grunt who are menstruating.
& nbspBietolone mine, always make me angry, is not a problem of hormones.
& nbspStasera rains in the wet, honey.
& nbspVorrei so I was dumb and phocomelic.
& nbspLo I say to you, love beauty, avoid making fatal errors over the air. For example, the sender of an sms wrong and confused with the cow to take you to bed.
& travel nbspLe your sweet nothings, and unfortunately my phone is not enough intelligent. It is equipped with a sonar-brain anti-assholes. He can not filter out the shit that produce copious.
& nbspTi I have to kill.
& nbspNon see any other choice.
& nbspUn creature like you, the brain can not be deserted in the world. Should be discarded.
& nbspOccupi steal space and oxygen. In most emit lots of carbon dioxide. Breathing, snoring and smoking cigarettes. I, as a good ex-WWF ladybug, I can not accept a mess eco-biology of this magnitude.
& nbspPerò you have been good.
& nbspQuasi I believed the story of a free spirit, the buffalo-type alternative. As if a piercing and tattoo makes you different. You and your lip shod trademark of the tribal chief of dickheads. Anything but exotic, you're a jerk native.
& nbspCosì I deleted your number, I do not need. I then disintegrated your photos and what was left of your passage.
& nbspMi feel light.
& nbspVorrei be more creative, but fuck you.
& NbspAdesso take the strain of knives, what you, idiot pig with the creativity of a cactus plant, you gave me for Christmas. I climb into the car and I come to find. So we check if the male of advertising told the truth, if you really cut it.
& nbspUna nice dinner knife candle, love dearly.
& nbspPoi not worry, as always, I clean.

Lex adjusts the chair in the waiting room, to keep her company boredom and a persistent turning balls.
ID card, credit card, cash, health card, social security numbers, checkbook checks ... in his head, like many soldiers, the parade that was stolen documents.
Glandesperti Inside the room is making a phone call to his beloved wife. Try to make amends for a Moulinex FP 6031 Advent, the robot who gave her for her birthday. Unfortunately for Lex
it will take twelve minutes, several seconds and as many first.

Cheats Pokemon Emerald Ipod Touch

That's a matter of feeling love



police station.
Lex, in despair, waiting for his turn to make a complaint.
They just robbed.
not know who will have to wait thirty-four minutes seven seconds and the first two to crossing the threshold of the appointment Sironi.

waiting, never to get bored, I'll overhear a conversation in the room of your appointment. The policeman chosen Calacascione
Ignatius, after the canonical joke, is telling a story (which is pronounced calacascionese anettotto ) Sironi. The story starring the great Cosimo Glandesperti, Lieutenant.

& nbspMai seen a living so bright, it reminds him of the set of advertising Mastrolindo. Reflected in the floor unable to even the score blacks.
& nbspUn chore clean, it must be said.
& nbspGlandesperti feels observed. His face stares from the shelves of the assassination, from the table beside the sofa. It's a bit 'all over, mixed with exotic landscapes and pictures of dead friends. It seems like a lot. Would see the good behind a crate, in a large office or in a beautiful house with three brats that run.
& nbspPoi see him. Sure, you can tell a lot from an image. An alternative: colored goatee, two tattoos on his right arm, a pierced lip.
& nbspDopo nine years of service now knows, during the Christmas holidays happen a lot of strange things, all because of the lethal combination of excess sugar and lack of affection. But one who kills her boyfriend in that way ... And it takes a cool head to do such a thing and then get to clean as usual.
& nbspIl body they found in the refrigerator, and vacuum packed.
& nbspQuattro plastic bags for upper and lower limbs.
& NbspUna to the chest, beautifully filleted.
& nbspLe innards cataloged in alphabetical order in the remaining shelves. And the head, or rather what was left in a glass bottle.
& nbspSull'etichetta, a beautiful bright red, reading: "The essence of the problem."
& nbspGià, because the brain has the milkshake.
& nbspPer a moment, staring at the strain of Ikea knives, Glandesperti is relieved. His wife got a nice pair of earrings and a book. Better avoid sharp objects, food mixers and company. You know, women are furious at receiving gifts from housewife.
& nbspDal his wrist, the beep of the chronograph's remember that time passes. It is already noon.
& nbspEstrae a knife from the strain and, as is reflected in the blade, he thinks that there is no point smashing on the motive. Probably Miss Clean is sketched, for a material to be put down with cans of sturacervelli prozac. Maybe her boyfriend has turned into a sashimi only because the wrong turning. Command &
nbspAl colleagues are almost remained ill, it took two applications to obtain a confession. And when asked why he did ? Miss Clean lapidary replied, "It was stupid."

Lex is still waiting his turn. It's been fourteen minutes and nine seconds from the first four. In the room
Sironi rummages in a drawer, pulls out a sheet of paper and waved it under the nose of Calacascione. It is a copy of an email, if it was true that between the sketches of the assassination of the computer. Miss Clean wrote it on December 26, hours before the murder.
Sironi blow their nose, put on his glasses and reads.

Nothing personal, but kill you.
NbspSento & your little voice grunt who are menstruating.
& nbspBietolone mine, always make me angry, is not a problem of hormones.
& nbspStasera rains in the wet, honey.
& nbspVorrei so I was dumb and phocomelic.
& nbspLo I say to you, love beauty, avoid making fatal errors over the air. For example, the sender of an sms wrong and confused with the cow to take you to bed.
& travel nbspLe your sweet nothings, and unfortunately my phone is not enough intelligent. It is equipped with a sonar-brain anti-assholes. He can not filter out the shit that produce copious.
& nbspTi I have to kill.
& nbspNon see any other choice.
& nbspUn creature like you, the brain can not be deserted in the world. Should be discarded.
& nbspOccupi steal space and oxygen. In most emit lots of carbon dioxide. Breathing, snoring and smoking cigarettes. I, as a good ex-WWF ladybug, I can not accept a mess eco-biology of this magnitude.
& nbspPerò you have been good.
& nbspQuasi I believed the story of a free spirit, the buffalo-type alternative. As if a piercing and tattoo makes you different. You and your lip shod trademark of the tribal chief of dickheads. Anything but exotic, you're a jerk native.
& nbspCosì I deleted your number, I do not need. I then disintegrated your photos and what was left of your passage.
& nbspMi feel light.
& nbspVorrei be more creative, but fuck you.
& NbspAdesso take the strain of knives, what you, idiot pig with the creativity of a cactus plant, you gave me for Christmas. I climb into the car and I come to find. So we check if the male of advertising told the truth, if you really cut it.
& nbspUna nice dinner knife candle, love dearly.
& nbspPoi not worry, as always, I clean.

Lex adjusts the chair in the waiting room, to keep her company boredom and a persistent turning balls.
ID card, credit card, cash, health card, social security numbers, checkbook checks ... in his head, like many soldiers, the parade that was stolen documents.
Glandesperti Inside the room is making a phone call to his beloved wife. Try to make amends for a Moulinex FP 6031 Advent, the robot who gave her for her birthday. Unfortunately for Lex
it will take twelve minutes, several seconds and as many first.

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& nbspVenerdì evening. Pub, dingy, made even sadder by the lack of cigarette smoke and plenty of men who in the absence of fog seem what they are. Sad, drunk or at least dim.

& NbspMeditazioni of Zot, faced with a clear media


& nbspAmore ...
& nbspNon I have never understood, I mean women. I stopped trying more or less when I was ten. My mother was standing all day watching television. Marilena, Fuego, Los dolores stretched ... and crying for those names tizie unlikely betrayed and abandoned. Then Dad came into the house and she treated him as if he were to get pregnant and give Marilena. And they were ... dolores
& nbspLe women are made of an incomprehensible jumble of elements, it is as if someone had opened their brains and had pushed everything in bulk. So when work is messing with his mind and have sex when they think about what you should tell the boss. They stay with you and wonder what the hell will in ten years. And you maybe in ten years you will be cracked.
& nbspEd here it is dead. The tireless fool who never got a tube. In front of me there are fragments of a human nature that unfortunately gave me as a brother.
& nbspOtto months ago, according to most second less, and trumpet my woman. If you broke it made her pregnant. Then he also gave a house. His.
& NbspDiciamo who is a perfectionist, a stickler for shit. When does it reach the heights of absolute.
& nbspPiange. The poor thing is dripping into his beer, is going to fall in the foam.
& nbspIo I do not break down. How could I? My ex is a whore, she made the poor result of my father's sperm, is pregnant and I am the uncle of a genetic error.
& nbspComunque I forgive, I did the same with dreams. Every night for months, I went to her and riddled with bullets. Then he picked clean and I played in Shanghai with his shins. Finally, sipping peated whiskey good, I played with three seven dead.
& nbspOggi are no longer angry. Surprised more than anything else. When my brother called me seemed odd. He had the typical solemn voice of those who have taken the place so that you, a wise, they have to forgive them because life has already been punished enough.
It was planted by what is now our ex. Impunity has also given up homeless.
& nbspComunque is an amazing creature. It entered into a kind of cult, a thing called Asexuality, invented by a certain David Some-thing, which I believe is less than able-bodied and probably impotent.
& nbspPer short, not sex.
& nbspChe a slut, pregnant, faithless and somewhat incestuous, promulgated the turnout is the stuff of science fiction.
& nbspLa Mars has planted accusing him of not respecting her choices as a woman and innovative sublimated. What the fuck that means I do not know.
& nbspL'incredibile is that I will not be his uncle. The child is not poor, not to my brother, at least this is what sustains her. He says that is the gift of one who has visited, he lit up with telltale words and then illustrated the journey.
& nbspEra certainly the coach's articles which have appeared timely to read the meter, which ultimately please her on the pile of old Tuttocittà.

Pokemon Silver Infinite Rare Candy

# 1


& nbspVenerdì evening. Pub, dingy, made even sadder by the lack of cigarette smoke and plenty of men who in the absence of fog seem what they are. Sad, drunk or at least dim.

& NbspMeditazioni of Zot, faced with a clear media


& nbspAmore ...
& nbspNon I have never understood, I mean women. I stopped trying more or less when I was ten. My mother was standing all day watching television. Marilena, Fuego, Los dolores stretched ... and crying for those names tizie unlikely betrayed and abandoned. Then Dad came into the house and she treated him as if he were to get pregnant and give Marilena. And they were ... dolores
& nbspLe women are made of an incomprehensible jumble of elements, it is as if someone had opened their brains and had pushed everything in bulk. So when work is messing with his mind and have sex when they think about what you should tell the boss. They stay with you and wonder what the hell will in ten years. And you maybe in ten years you will be cracked.
& nbspEd here it is dead. The tireless fool who never got a tube. In front of me there are fragments of a human nature that unfortunately gave me as a brother.
& nbspOtto months ago, according to most second less, and trumpet my woman. If you broke it made her pregnant. Then he also gave a house. His.
& NbspDiciamo who is a perfectionist, a stickler for shit. When does it reach the heights of absolute.
& nbspPiange. The poor thing is dripping into his beer, is going to fall in the foam.
& nbspIo I do not break down. How could I? My ex is a whore, she made the poor result of my father's sperm, is pregnant and I am the uncle of a genetic error.
& nbspComunque I forgive, I did the same with dreams. Every night for months, I went to her and riddled with bullets. Then he picked clean and I played in Shanghai with his shins. Finally, sipping peated whiskey good, I played with three seven dead.
& nbspOggi are no longer angry. Surprised more than anything else. When my brother called me seemed odd. He had the typical solemn voice of those who have taken the place so that you, a wise, they have to forgive them because life has already been punished enough.
It was planted by what is now our ex. Impunity has also given up homeless.
& nbspComunque is an amazing creature. It entered into a kind of cult, a thing called Asexuality, invented by a certain David Some-thing, which I believe is less than able-bodied and probably impotent.
& nbspPer short, not sex.
& nbspChe a slut, pregnant, faithless and somewhat incestuous, promulgated the turnout is the stuff of science fiction.
& nbspLa Mars has planted accusing him of not respecting her choices as a woman and innovative sublimated. What the fuck that means I do not know.
& nbspL'incredibile is that I will not be his uncle. The child is not poor, not to my brother, at least this is what sustains her. He says that is the gift of one who has visited, he lit up with telltale words and then illustrated the journey.
& nbspEra certainly the coach's articles which have appeared timely to read the meter, which ultimately please her on the pile of old Tuttocittà.

Dry Humping And Yeast Infection

powder inconsistency


nbspBar of
& Tracky.
& nbspLex, speaks at the third martini olive
(mentally)

& NbspSe not find a way to define something, that exists?
I can not explain my work. So, formally, I non-work.
& nbspA be a salary tax take, but let us be realistic my salary is inconsistent. It is so small that when it comes to the bank, the balance changes only in places, those after the comma.
& nbspNon work bores me to death. To pass the time I guess I have a job, an office with a lot of beautiful paper and ballpoint pens. And by association, I think Mr. Biro, the cosmic background radiation, LSD ...
& NbspNel my office there are no non- colleagues. Even they do not know what to do, so do not exist. But there are things you can do the same damage. When I was small I was afraid of the monster in the closet closed, Crot. During the day I was sure of his absence, by night becomes a little more skeptical. And even if Crot really did not live among my clothes, I did me in earnest. The non- colleagues, because they scare me and pretend to be talking about looking into his eyes.
& nbspAnche my boss there, but he does not combine anything and this is not anything that she swallows. I'm naive and I hope which one day will cause distraction and gets to work. A non-head can not fire you.
& nbspSul my vice I have several doubts. Appears to be a cross between a hobbit and a gremlin. He pretends to work, so a bit 'and there is a little' no. In the first intermittently I am sure that is a Hob-Gremli-it. In the second I wonder how someone who is non- can be so bad.
& nbspQuando I try to explain to anyone what-I do not Someone is swallowed, ruminated, and then vomited out of nothing cosmic. Nothing is a washing machine that will spin together with pieces of glass.

nbspTracky & Lex notes with a blank stare and laugh.
& nbspLex peel your eyes from the void and the fixed oil. Grab a toothpick and cannibalizing her interlocutor.
& nbspTracky: "What are you thinking?"
& nbspLex: "Oh, no, the job ..."

Dry Humping And Yeast Infection

powder inconsistency


nbspBar of
& Tracky.
& nbspLex, speaks at the third martini olive
(mentally)

& NbspSe not find a way to define something, that exists?
I can not explain my work. So, formally, I non-work.
& nbspA be a salary tax take, but let us be realistic my salary is inconsistent. It is so small that when it comes to the bank, the balance changes only in places, those after the comma.
& nbspNon work bores me to death. To pass the time I guess I have a job, an office with a lot of beautiful paper and ballpoint pens. And by association, I think Mr. Biro, the cosmic background radiation, LSD ...
& NbspNel my office there are no non- colleagues. Even they do not know what to do, so do not exist. But there are things you can do the same damage. When I was small I was afraid of the monster in the closet closed, Crot. During the day I was sure of his absence, by night becomes a little more skeptical. And even if Crot really did not live among my clothes, I did me in earnest. The non- colleagues, because they scare me and pretend to be talking about looking into his eyes.
& nbspAnche my boss there, but he does not combine anything and this is not anything that she swallows. I'm naive and I hope which one day will cause distraction and gets to work. A non-head can not fire you.
& nbspSul my vice I have several doubts. Appears to be a cross between a hobbit and a gremlin. He pretends to work, so a bit 'and there is a little' no. In the first intermittently I am sure that is a Hob-Gremli-it. In the second I wonder how someone who is non- can be so bad.
& nbspQuando I try to explain to anyone what-I do not Someone is swallowed, ruminated, and then vomited out of nothing cosmic. Nothing is a washing machine that will spin together with pieces of glass.

nbspTracky & Lex notes with a blank stare and laugh.
& nbspLex peel your eyes from the void and the fixed oil. Grab a toothpick and cannibalizing her interlocutor.
& nbspTracky: "What are you thinking?"
& nbspLex: "Oh, no, the job ..."

Humidifier Condensation On Window

Zoom



& nbspAl twenty-fifth day of the year again ...

Tracky - disposing of the hangover capodannesca - focuses on land issues: the customers. A platoon who begs, fourteen-hour-on-twenty-four, sugar and drugs legalized. A crowd with cocktail sauce and stuff handfuls of grain.
& nbspLui, impassive, serving coffee and dispenses smiles over the counter. There, people of every race and age, posing as doses of discontent and pills of wisdom. Tracky is so impervious to become commonplace.
& nbspA end of the day hanging her coat on a nail and is dedicated to his favorite passion: alcohol orgasms. Obtained by mixing one part vodka, a piece of lemon and a part of Laura (or Frank, or Ross, or ...)

Oiro points to yet another promotion. According to our calculations in 2015 will be at the top. Can you imagine God with the dancers?

Pat , as every year, is detoxifying from Lex and all those who beg for attention and advice. He retired at his monastery for a week and practice the preferred silence. He says that the mind is empty, the soul becomes light and hearing is refined. He argues that you can hear the flowers bloom.
& NbspChissà that noise will the balls that crumble.

Radicequadra enjoys his single week. When not at the club's Sudoku is dedicated to his dream. He is writing a novel mathematical entitled "The real story of an irrational number." Subtitle: not this be an algebraic number, yes it is a problem.
& nbspSe the remains a few minutes deepens his knowledge of html. Must have parcel, free and the myriad of seconds what is slipping away: talking to tag and provides links to thoughts. It seems that Google is trying to index.

Patatinanina loves Patatinonino and vice versa. Since the beginning of the year if you have already called 34 000 times. Satan is torn off to Sugar, the cat nearby, prevailed on the mailman (who shouted twice) and has sought to transform the plumber in a white voice. A lump in her favorite cover reminds her that has a score to settle with the enemy bastard: Xyz.

Zot works day and night, and her lips stutter in one word: sca-den-ze. Deadlines are unpredictable enemies: they seem far away, a lot. So you end up losing sight, deconcentrated you just a moment and they will not care. Worse than a secret society, the deadlines are moving in the shadows. And while you stay there a daze staring at the monitor or hanging around on the phone with a friend, they are plotting. And then one day, along with a flurry of bad luck, landing on your doormat in the mailbox or creep like a virus in your mail. And you're dead.
& nbspZot has counted the minutes. Try not to miss a second and swallowed gallons of coffee to stay awake and incinerates tons of tobacco.
& nbspLa nicotine is eroding the plaster of the office.
& NbspI customers come from his studio with ashes on his clothes.
Zot is concerned, does not see his secretary for about a week. She is somewhere between the desk and meeting room. Lost in the fog.

& nbspL'infelicità of Lex is reaching peaks surprising. You do not scrape off the bottom, the auger.
& nbspIl his work has turned into a blob that ingurgita touches. A blob unmistakable consistency: shit. Instead of a love life has the dry branch of a still life. And then you feel abandoned, the divine Pat is unattainable. This condition causes the anxiety, the anxiety drowns ingrippa neurons and the brain. Lex loses the power to create strings of letters make sense. He opens his mouth and the words make a crash test.
"Yesterday I got a wake up call ... I was completely gummed. I dropped the chain, I need a Spakka evaporates ... sfrantegamento that! "
& nbspCose so. Things to Lex (NATO).

Humidifier Condensation On Window

Zoom



& nbspAl twenty-fifth day of the year again ...

Tracky - disposing of the hangover capodannesca - focuses on land issues: the customers. A platoon who begs, fourteen-hour-on-twenty-four, sugar and drugs legalized. A crowd with cocktail sauce and stuff handfuls of grain.
& nbspLui, impassive, serving coffee and dispenses smiles over the counter. There, people of every race and age, posing as doses of discontent and pills of wisdom. Tracky is so impervious to become commonplace.
& nbspA end of the day hanging her coat on a nail and is dedicated to his favorite passion: alcohol orgasms. Obtained by mixing one part vodka, a piece of lemon and a part of Laura (or Frank, or Ross, or ...)

Oiro points to yet another promotion. According to our calculations in 2015 will be at the top. Can you imagine God with the dancers?

Pat , as every year, is detoxifying from Lex and all those who beg for attention and advice. He retired at his monastery for a week and practice the preferred silence. He says that the mind is empty, the soul becomes light and hearing is refined. He argues that you can hear the flowers bloom.
& NbspChissà that noise will the balls that crumble.

Radicequadra enjoys his single week. When not at the club's Sudoku is dedicated to his dream. He is writing a novel mathematical entitled "The real story of an irrational number." Subtitle: not this be an algebraic number, yes it is a problem.
& nbspSe the remains a few minutes deepens his knowledge of html. Must have parcel, free and the myriad of seconds what is slipping away: talking to tag and provides links to thoughts. It seems that Google is trying to index.

Patatinanina loves Patatinonino and vice versa. Since the beginning of the year if you have already called 34 000 times. Satan is torn off to Sugar, the cat nearby, prevailed on the mailman (who shouted twice) and has sought to transform the plumber in a white voice. A lump in her favorite cover reminds her that has a score to settle with the enemy bastard: Xyz.

Zot works day and night, and her lips stutter in one word: sca-den-ze. Deadlines are unpredictable enemies: they seem far away, a lot. So you end up losing sight, deconcentrated you just a moment and they will not care. Worse than a secret society, the deadlines are moving in the shadows. And while you stay there a daze staring at the monitor or hanging around on the phone with a friend, they are plotting. And then one day, along with a flurry of bad luck, landing on your doormat in the mailbox or creep like a virus in your mail. And you're dead.
& nbspZot has counted the minutes. Try not to miss a second and swallowed gallons of coffee to stay awake and incinerates tons of tobacco.
& nbspLa nicotine is eroding the plaster of the office.
& NbspI customers come from his studio with ashes on his clothes.
Zot is concerned, does not see his secretary for about a week. She is somewhere between the desk and meeting room. Lost in the fog.

& nbspL'infelicità of Lex is reaching peaks surprising. You do not scrape off the bottom, the auger.
& nbspIl his work has turned into a blob that ingurgita touches. A blob unmistakable consistency: shit. Instead of a love life has the dry branch of a still life. And then you feel abandoned, the divine Pat is unattainable. This condition causes the anxiety, the anxiety drowns ingrippa neurons and the brain. Lex loses the power to create strings of letters make sense. He opens his mouth and the words make a crash test.
"Yesterday I got a wake up call ... I was completely gummed. I dropped the chain, I need a Spakka evaporates ... sfrantegamento that! "
& nbspCose so. Things to Lex (NATO).

How Many Shots 1000 Ml Green Gas Airsoft

Fluid Dynamics



& nbspBar of Tracky
& nbspLex - disoriented by traumatic events sentimental - he relies on the wisdom of the divine supreme Pat, his friend and well-known Zen master of low

Lex: "And all of a sudden puff , disintegrated, smolecolarizzato, spa-ri-to ... but 're beautiful, you're the woman in my life, without you I'm more ! "
Pat: "Disappeared?" No, no, no! ", Says moving the finger mo 'wiper' You are way off. This is simply a liquid."
Lex: "What?"
& nbspPat system is to tie the knot, then, with thoughtful air, sprinkle the sleeve of his jacket. Breathe in and out. It focuses and takes breath.
& nbspTracky from behind the counter, note-Tibetan mystic atmosphere and stops to polish the glasses.
Pat: "Liquids are characterized by their volume and have a density very similar to those of solids. In general, the affinity for the solid end there. The liquid should not be confused with the gaseous - which occupy a even the lowest rung of the social scale - have a small density and can expand to any size ... "
Lex: "We're always talking about the jerk who dumped me?"
Pat (raising an eyebrow): "Characteristic of fluids is the isotropy regarding the properties of deformation, elasticity, spread ..."
& nbspLex looks Tracky air in despair, he shakes his head as if to say ah, do not ask me!
Pat: "Everything okay?"
Lex: "It may seem incredible, but I do not understand that c'azzecca fluid dynamics with an asshole. "
Pat (snorting):" A liquid is a state of matter is a fluid whose shape is that of the container that the liquid fills the same. "
Lex : "If you do not stop talking like Obi Wan Kenobi Einstein I'll scream! I am a woman and women need to understand why they suffer. So, then, may begin to cry. "
Pat (making the hand sign to wait):" Liquid is a person who occupies the space that the grant, is completely devoid of personality and tends to accommodate your needs-needs-expectations, only to complain to your requirements-thirds of the needs-expectations. Obviously, it is incapable of saying 'no' or to take a position ... "Lex
(look thunderstruck by the revelation):" Oh, it's him! "
Pat:" With a woman the liquid has been advancing to the report, the door to a next step, and higher still, and more on ... until the time comes for him to disappear. And it is at that point, magic spells, it becomes gaseous. "
Lex: "So my love before it is liquefied and turned into a fart."
Pat (master's satisfied smile): "Exactly."
Lex: "I swear that when I met seemed so ..." Lex rotates his hands in the air to catch the right words "... sweet, yet decided."
Pat: "This means that it was still a liquid crystal."
Lex : "I'm afraid to ask what it means."
Pat: "Liquid crystals are an exception to ordinary liquids. Being a person that has an intermediate stage between solid and liquid ... "
Lex:" A shit at the crossroads, in fact. "
& nbspPat ago nodded his head. Solenne. And in the tow bar silence.
& nbspLex down the void, the void that Pat looks down Lex. Tracky notes Lex, Pat and the vacuum fixed.
& NbspLa hard thing for a while. Then the mystical moment - the result of greater awareness - is disturbed by a sound beyond the counter.
Tracky : "Sorry," he says, sketching a smile. In one hand he holds the corkscrew and a bottle of white "is that by dint of talking about liquid ..."

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& nbspBar of Tracky
& nbspLex - disoriented by traumatic events sentimental - he relies on the wisdom of the divine supreme Pat, his friend and well-known Zen master of low

Lex: "And all of a sudden puff , disintegrated, smolecolarizzato, spa-ri-to ... but 're beautiful, you're the woman in my life, without you I'm more ! "
Pat: "Disappeared?" No, no, no! ", Says moving the finger mo 'wiper' You are way off. This is simply a liquid."
Lex: "What?"
& nbspPat system is to tie the knot, then, with thoughtful air, sprinkle the sleeve of his jacket. Breathe in and out. It focuses and takes breath.
& nbspTracky from behind the counter, note-Tibetan mystic atmosphere and stops to polish the glasses.
Pat: "Liquids are characterized by their volume and have a density very similar to those of solids. In general, the affinity for the solid end there. The liquid should not be confused with the gaseous - which occupy a even the lowest rung of the social scale - have a small density and can expand to any size ... "
Lex: "We're always talking about the jerk who dumped me?"
Pat (raising an eyebrow): "Characteristic of fluids is the isotropy regarding the properties of deformation, elasticity, spread ..."
& nbspLex looks Tracky air in despair, he shakes his head as if to say ah, do not ask me!
Pat: "Everything okay?"
Lex: "It may seem incredible, but I do not understand that c'azzecca fluid dynamics with an asshole. "
Pat (snorting):" A liquid is a state of matter is a fluid whose shape is that of the container that the liquid fills the same. "
Lex : "If you do not stop talking like Obi Wan Kenobi Einstein I'll scream! I am a woman and women need to understand why they suffer. So, then, may begin to cry. "
Pat (making the hand sign to wait):" Liquid is a person who occupies the space that the grant, is completely devoid of personality and tends to accommodate your needs-needs-expectations, only to complain to your requirements-thirds of the needs-expectations. Obviously, it is incapable of saying 'no' or to take a position ... "Lex
(look thunderstruck by the revelation):" Oh, it's him! "
Pat:" With a woman the liquid has been advancing to the report, the door to a next step, and higher still, and more on ... until the time comes for him to disappear. And it is at that point, magic spells, it becomes gaseous. "
Lex: "So my love before it is liquefied and turned into a fart."
Pat (master's satisfied smile): "Exactly."
Lex: "I swear that when I met seemed so ..." Lex rotates his hands in the air to catch the right words "... sweet, yet decided."
Pat: "This means that it was still a liquid crystal."
Lex : "I'm afraid to ask what it means."
Pat: "Liquid crystals are an exception to ordinary liquids. Being a person that has an intermediate stage between solid and liquid ... "
Lex:" A shit at the crossroads, in fact. "
& nbspPat ago nodded his head. Solenne. And in the tow bar silence.
& nbspLex down the void, the void that Pat looks down Lex. Tracky notes Lex, Pat and the vacuum fixed.
& NbspLa hard thing for a while. Then the mystical moment - the result of greater awareness - is disturbed by a sound beyond the counter.
Tracky : "Sorry," he says, sketching a smile. In one hand he holds the corkscrew and a bottle of white "is that by dint of talking about liquid ..."

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New Year somewhere in the world

# 1 Tracky

& nbspTetro bar. A graveyard of empty bottles.

& nbspTracky try to focus on the glass on the table. If I focus on the move, think. you move it. I can not. I can do ...
& nbspNella right hand clutching a bottle of gin. In the left one beer. This leads to the mouth first, thinking the second sip. The propellant reaches the brain as a sputnik.
& nbspVa in a tsunami wave of alcohol.
& nbspTracky collapses and as his body crashed to the floor, his head striking a stool, the stool is tilted and hits the table. The glass is upside down. Rolls, exceeding the Pillars of Hercules - the end of his world - slips over the edge of the table and smashes on the floor.
& nbspTracky raises an eyelid and fixing the broken glass scattered on the ground. I am a dragon , babbles. Then he keels over.

# 2 Lex &
nbspNoto vippaio, mountain resorts.

I-die-now-now-immediately , Lex thought, and the guy handed her a glass.
& nbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "I can serve you the excellent champagne?"
& nbspLex: "Thanks," he says trying to detach his eyes from the horrible Tyrolean jacket wearing nano-master-of-home.
& NbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "The duties toward the host in this case are a real pleasure" and his lips slide into a vicious smile.
& nbspLex "graces".
& nbspLex looks around, looking for comfort in the present. Chick sees a long and dry, disguised as a Christmas ball in emerald green velvet. She wears a necklace with diamonds imperaiale specific weight of the anchor of the Titanic. Do not eat, talk and smile. Probably the dear mother's lips pasted with Coccoina: to keep it lean, to keep her quiet and avoid the danger lines.
& nbspGli other guests are not a better show. Lex is certain that Santa, having picked up his little thought antichristmas , is the delivery within two sacks of bad luck and an evening of shit.

# 3 Oiro
& nbspTirolo. Two thousand meters and a few centimeters.

& nbspOiro darts on a sled at a speed of three hundred and seventy kilometers per hour. The sheets are melting, the snow evaporates, the pine needles from the branches splash in a sort of mutiny plant.
& nbspOiro - equipped with boots in titanium alloy - goes to the valley with the wind that crumpled cheeks, turning his face in imitation more apt and chilling Url Munch.
& nbspOiro wants to break through the new year, not going into it.

# 4 Zot
& nbspAgriturismo, country, house Patatininini

& nbspPatatinonino talk Patatinanina
"Cupid ..."
"Tell me Amorinonino."
"Eat cotechinonino?"
"Yes, Cupid."
"With lenticchieninenine?"
"Yes, amorinonino."
"Look, it's almost mezzanotteninanina!"
"Yes, Cupid, missing a minute or two."
& nbspZot, brandished two pillows and those linked - by way 'of earmuffs - with a surplus of red tape to packages, trying to maintain their own bells and whistles on the spot. Try to prevent their drying - and the resulting spray - focusing on earthly things: focus crashes, wars, horns, flogging ...
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspZot rises and as a suicide bomber - after having eliminated the pillows megacuffia model of Double or nothing - it launches the window.

# 5 & Xyz
nbspInferno in green, with monsters.

& nbspXyz stopped wagging his tail for several minutes. But - in the absence of dogs sense of time - she seems like hours, days, years.
& nbspwith one eye fixed on his master. He has a suspicious behavior.
& nbspwith the other monitors the enemy: animal, a female Doberman breed, code-named CIA. Trauma renamed after a minor accident against an articulated vehicle that has won a disconnected neurons and behavior in one direction. If the fixed bite you. If you touch it, you bite. If you think about her, come and bite you.
& nbspQuesto if you're a human.
& nbspSe're a dog, she'll smell it and then turns you into a coat for pincher nano.
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspXyz sights with the eye open, Zot stand on the chair and jump out the window. But this is idiot, he thinks.
& nbspPoi, engaged with the eye, focuses on CIA-Trauma-Satan. He thinks for a moment - that seems to last hours, days, years - and launched into space.

00:01 pm
1 from January 2007
& nbspXyz is about to land on the head of Zot
& nbspZot going to smash, ass, a planter
& nbspOiro is to embrace the new year, in his case, means rub against the snow cat
& nbspLex is going to impact against the reality that the New Year is barbarous created to remind the mortals who, it turns turns, customs are barbaric shit
& nbspTracky is the only one with his feet on the ground ... and the face on the ground, his head on the floor, and legs on the ground ...

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# 1 Tracky

& nbspTetro bar. A graveyard of empty bottles.

& nbspTracky try to focus on the glass on the table. If I focus on the move, think. you move it. I can not. I can do ...
& nbspNella right hand clutching a bottle of gin. In the left one beer. This leads to the mouth first, thinking the second sip. The propellant reaches the brain as a sputnik.
& nbspVa in a tsunami wave of alcohol.
& nbspTracky collapses and as his body crashed to the floor, his head striking a stool, the stool is tilted and hits the table. The glass is upside down. Rolls, exceeding the Pillars of Hercules - the end of his world - slips over the edge of the table and smashes on the floor.
& nbspTracky raises an eyelid and fixing the broken glass scattered on the ground. I am a dragon , babbles. Then he keels over.

# 2 Lex &
nbspNoto vippaio, mountain resorts.

I-die-now-now-immediately , Lex thought, and the guy handed her a glass.
& nbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "I can serve you the excellent champagne?"
& nbspLex: "Thanks," he says trying to detach his eyes from the horrible Tyrolean jacket wearing nano-master-of-home.
& NbspDamerino, mononeurone with: "The duties toward the host in this case are a real pleasure" and his lips slide into a vicious smile.
& nbspLex "graces".
& nbspLex looks around, looking for comfort in the present. Chick sees a long and dry, disguised as a Christmas ball in emerald green velvet. She wears a necklace with diamonds imperaiale specific weight of the anchor of the Titanic. Do not eat, talk and smile. Probably the dear mother's lips pasted with Coccoina: to keep it lean, to keep her quiet and avoid the danger lines.
& nbspGli other guests are not a better show. Lex is certain that Santa, having picked up his little thought antichristmas , is the delivery within two sacks of bad luck and an evening of shit.

# 3 Oiro
& nbspTirolo. Two thousand meters and a few centimeters.

& nbspOiro darts on a sled at a speed of three hundred and seventy kilometers per hour. The sheets are melting, the snow evaporates, the pine needles from the branches splash in a sort of mutiny plant.
& nbspOiro - equipped with boots in titanium alloy - goes to the valley with the wind that crumpled cheeks, turning his face in imitation more apt and chilling Url Munch.
& nbspOiro wants to break through the new year, not going into it.

# 4 Zot
& nbspAgriturismo, country, house Patatininini

& nbspPatatinonino talk Patatinanina
"Cupid ..."
"Tell me Amorinonino."
"Eat cotechinonino?"
"Yes, Cupid."
"With lenticchieninenine?"
"Yes, amorinonino."
"Look, it's almost mezzanotteninanina!"
"Yes, Cupid, missing a minute or two."
& nbspZot, brandished two pillows and those linked - by way 'of earmuffs - with a surplus of red tape to packages, trying to maintain their own bells and whistles on the spot. Try to prevent their drying - and the resulting spray - focusing on earthly things: focus crashes, wars, horns, flogging ...
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspZot rises and as a suicide bomber - after having eliminated the pillows megacuffia model of Double or nothing - it launches the window.

# 5 & Xyz
nbspInferno in green, with monsters.

& nbspXyz stopped wagging his tail for several minutes. But - in the absence of dogs sense of time - she seems like hours, days, years.
& nbspwith one eye fixed on his master. He has a suspicious behavior.
& nbspwith the other monitors the enemy: animal, a female Doberman breed, code-named CIA. Trauma renamed after a minor accident against an articulated vehicle that has won a disconnected neurons and behavior in one direction. If the fixed bite you. If you touch it, you bite. If you think about her, come and bite you.
& nbspQuesto if you're a human.
& nbspSe're a dog, she'll smell it and then turns you into a coat for pincher nano.
"Cupid! It!"
"trein, dueino ..."
"Augurininininini!"
& nbspXyz sights with the eye open, Zot stand on the chair and jump out the window. But this is idiot, he thinks.
& nbspPoi, engaged with the eye, focuses on CIA-Trauma-Satan. He thinks for a moment - that seems to last hours, days, years - and launched into space.

00:01 pm
1 from January 2007
& nbspXyz is about to land on the head of Zot
& nbspZot going to smash, ass, a planter
& nbspOiro is to embrace the new year, in his case, means rub against the snow cat
& nbspLex is going to impact against the reality that the New Year is barbarous created to remind the mortals who, it turns turns, customs are barbaric shit
& nbspTracky is the only one with his feet on the ground ... and the face on the ground, his head on the floor, and legs on the ground ...

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Some on the right neuron of the cerebral cortex
Meditations by Lex in front of the royal

The chick in front of me, so-called cousin - known rompipalle even the grandchildren of the twelfth grade - hands me his pale pink package wrapped perfectly. While the gap for God's grace (well, thanks to the two-liter of wine) I can lose contact with the context.

I like the books, not all, of course. Even if viewed from outside, they are beautiful too horrible novels. I love the words. I guess the writers as people who fish idea from the container out there - the world - and the square that is versatile in that box page. The matter of the words are things of the world. Only that you need to caution, because if you are caught at random, the words get spoiled and do not resemble in anything. At most seem to drafts of the truth. Like the western brands copied by the Chinese - Empoio Weapon, Gianfranco Fere ... - It soon becomes clear that they are false.
There are also foreign bodies, things that if they are halfway between the world and the page. Notes. Tolerate only the glosses in the manuals, otherwise they are boring (unless you are a handle and maybe your name Borges) because it breaks the thread and force the eyes in an obstacle course between the lines. And they are presumptuous.
1. looks like they are intelligent 2. how? Did not you know?! 3. I really have to explain everything to you, eh

Fools squeezed in her pale pink dress is waiting for my thank you. I nursed her gift. A boring book crammed with footnotes page.
No, not a manual. In a few seconds
find out that he also received a white dress too narrow and too broad a black. Not to mention the turquoise bag donated by Aunt Enna (ex-feminist-sessantottino figliadeifiori, ex beautiful woman and former sane ex-wife three times because of the numerous former lovers and former owner of five dogs, whose ashes are contained in a former tin of cookies). Fixed
bag and a smile goes out. It would be a perfect office accessory - ideal when worn with a horrid couple of dancers Oiro - were it not for the word LOVE ME NOW that covers it completely.
Meanwhile my mother is approaching, threatening. "Here, cucciolotta, eat the cake," he said handing the pot. Gesture for a celiac, the value of a "degrees of polonium?" . But at the moment, being devoid of strychnine, it seems to me an act of charity.

Breath and mark with an image antichristmas . I focus
Santa-related position Scosche kid, hyper-targeted toys with the small goblins and trampled in turn by Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen, and the gentle care horned reindeer.

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Brain

Some on the right neuron of the cerebral cortex
Meditations by Lex in front of the royal

The chick in front of me, so-called cousin - known rompipalle even the grandchildren of the twelfth grade - hands me his pale pink package wrapped perfectly. While the gap for God's grace (well, thanks to the two-liter of wine) I can lose contact with the context.

I like the books, not all, of course. Even if viewed from outside, they are beautiful too horrible novels. I love the words. I guess the writers as people who fish idea from the container out there - the world - and the square that is versatile in that box page. The matter of the words are things of the world. Only that you need to caution, because if you are caught at random, the words get spoiled and do not resemble in anything. At most seem to drafts of the truth. Like the western brands copied by the Chinese - Empoio Weapon, Gianfranco Fere ... - It soon becomes clear that they are false.
There are also foreign bodies, things that if they are halfway between the world and the page. Notes. Tolerate only the glosses in the manuals, otherwise they are boring (unless you are a handle and maybe your name Borges) because it breaks the thread and force the eyes in an obstacle course between the lines. And they are presumptuous.
1. looks like they are intelligent 2. how? Did not you know?! 3. I really have to explain everything to you, eh

Fools squeezed in her pale pink dress is waiting for my thank you. I nursed her gift. A boring book crammed with footnotes page.
No, not a manual. In a few seconds
find out that he also received a white dress too narrow and too broad a black. Not to mention the turquoise bag donated by Aunt Enna (ex-feminist-sessantottino figliadeifiori, ex beautiful woman and former sane ex-wife three times because of the numerous former lovers and former owner of five dogs, whose ashes are contained in a former tin of cookies). Fixed
bag and a smile goes out. It would be a perfect office accessory - ideal when worn with a horrid couple of dancers Oiro - were it not for the word LOVE ME NOW that covers it completely.
Meanwhile my mother is approaching, threatening. "Here, cucciolotta, eat the cake," he said handing the pot. Gesture for a celiac, the value of a "degrees of polonium?" . But at the moment, being devoid of strychnine, it seems to me an act of charity.

Breath and mark with an image antichristmas . I focus
Santa-related position Scosche kid, hyper-targeted toys with the small goblins and trampled in turn by Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donder, Blitzen, and the gentle care horned reindeer.