just now I read a simple truth: Borghezio and Calderoli are Italians (we can not do anything about it nor I nor them).
I seem alien come out of a horror movie-sf of the lowest category. But so is, I note that my compatriots (not We can do anything about it nor I nor them).
Apart from the bad company, but now I wonder if they are my compatriots, I also have their compatriot? Should be in their heads to find out.
There is another Italian , compatriot too (we can not do anything neither he nor I) and a great friend of the most loved by Italians (he: the friendly and a little 'friendly rogue rogue likes pussy mama mafia pizza spaghettti mandolin B.).
Then there is a minister (we can not do anything about it nor I nor him) who kicks a reporter (the same municipality of shit! In above) and then three years as a child cries out, "Sister Sister Gigetto pulls me the kicks!"
Here is the new barbarism .
Characters without quality in the Po-head have thought and bunga-weltanschauung and pisellinoabaionettaeiaeiaalalà .
not see anything else, do not know each other and do not understand each other.
Incredibly, they are the ministers are close or adjacent to the upper floors of the power (which I do not understand why all the top floors are powerful, that if I were, I know, the presdelcons, I want to stay on the ground floor during the daytime and then in the evening the first floor and then after dinner but also in the basement).
Well worth saying something?
I consider myself a Zimbabwean prison in the body of an Italian.
I seem alien come out of a horror movie-sf of the lowest category. But so is, I note that my compatriots (not We can do anything about it nor I nor them).
Apart from the bad company, but now I wonder if they are my compatriots, I also have their compatriot? Should be in their heads to find out.
Net of the icy void that reigns (in the heads of course), it is likely that for them I am not a citizen but a COMMUNITY OF SHIT! (OR MUSLIM OR BLACK OR CULATTONE, please you).
There is another Italian , compatriot too (we can not do anything neither he nor I) and a great friend of the most loved by Italians (he: the friendly and a little 'friendly rogue rogue likes pussy mama mafia pizza spaghettti mandolin B.).
In short, this friend of B, the lelemora (tuttoattaccatoeminuscolocazzo! ), accused of being a pimp luxury, yelling into a phone to a journalist the same offense: "COMMUNITY OF SHIT!" . And not content
roughly added that he wished the fascists arrived to chop my legs and mouths shut.
Then there is a minister (we can not do anything about it nor I nor him) who kicks a reporter (the same municipality of shit! In above) and then three years as a child cries out, "Sister Sister Gigetto pulls me the kicks!" Here is the new barbarism .
Characters without quality in the Po-head have thought and bunga-weltanschauung and pisellinoabaionettaeiaeiaalalà .
not see anything else, do not know each other and do not understand each other.
Incredibly, they are the ministers are close or adjacent to the upper floors of the power (which I do not understand why all the top floors are powerful, that if I were, I know, the presdelcons, I want to stay on the ground floor during the daytime and then in the evening the first floor and then after dinner but also in the basement).
Well worth saying something?
I consider myself a Zimbabwean prison in the body of an Italian.
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