Monday, February 28, 2011

Qoutes About Headache

Felt Felt pastry tarts

A trick leads to another ... and this is the last born! A little 'smaller than fruit cakes last week ...
Custard cream or chocolate? Strawberries, blueberries or nuts? And the tarts production does not stop there!
And speaking of felt food was a wonderful satisfaction to be published on my cakes Cosebelle ... thank Mammafelice !


Thursday, February 24, 2011

My Neck Is Irritated By Shaving

Accidents

Non mi sono mai fatto male da bocia. A parte graffi e lividi, mai stampelle, mai un osso rotto. Ho rotto gli occhiali un sacco di volte, soprattutto dopo i vent'anni. La prima c'ho buttato il basso sopra durante un cconcerto, l'ultima a giocare a basket coi boci. L'unico vero infortunio della mia vita è stato una sette otto years ago. Friday night with little evidence Pure Evil ( download the ep here in 2002 ) Casez Cogolo-of-Casez Peio, 49 km leg in one hour (if not always caught the damn truck water Pejo) 4 hours and 49 to return fire with vision, joints and clouded intellect. In bed between one and two. The next morning woke up at 7 and a half away in the green fields Nones at the turn of autumn and winter. Way to sbrocolàr , with a sharp hatchet again. It seemed to cut those long red candy, not twigs of apple trees. I never managed to establish the dynamic for sure, the fact is that at a certain point I part of a sickle to cut my hand and the middle finger of his left hand. I cut it in half I remain open and there open like an apple. Cut in half the first joint, cut a piece of the second, cut nerves and tendons. The surgeon who operated me I called the samurai, and the accuracy of my cut. I think he was fascinated by those fascinations which can have only one surgeon and a killer who cut other people. I had gone an inch forward now my left would be a vaffanculino fuck ass. But after a few months I started to play well. And now I also have an excuse for not playing well.
This was the only accident of my life. That is, until this February.

It all started Friday, February 4

At work in the auditorium del teatro di Cognola rimetto a posto l'impianto voce della cooperativa, carico tutto in macchina, due rampe di scale da fare alla cieca. Tutto pronto per andare quando il preside mi ricorda che devo ridargli il telecomando del proiettore, già messo via in un armadio. Vado verso la stanza, al buio. Per tutta la serata sono andato avanti e indietro da quella stanza senza problemi: salgo di corsa, avanzo deciso verso la porta, allungo la mano per scostarla dimenticandomi che la porta l'ho appena chiusa. Il pollice della sinistra mi si piega malamente tra la mano e la porta. Bestemmio tanto e dio, a bassa voce però perché la platea dei rimasti sono colleghi e presidi e rappresentanti politici de sticazzi. Esco, chiudo, consegno il telecomando, prendo la machine, I come home and my finger hurts. The next day I get up at noon and it still hurts. I go to the emergency room. On Saturday afternoon in winter, in Trentino. It was like being in a public service announcement about the dangers of skiing and snowboarding. Obviously, those are code aka white-than-can-wait-and-son-stracazzi-them-because-we-here-we-deal-with-people-who-is-really-male.Entro at two to three rays, then look up at seven to be told that nothing is broken.
Result: a guardian for free left thumb, missed a concert, two weeks of injury refused

Friday, February 19
On Wednesday Sabung come to dinner, bring me the new disc, is chatter and drink and so on. My love is in his home by southerners, and I'm male, so it does not work. On Friday I found myself with three meals and a flashlight from home by students. Split all categories. Before the silverware, then the dishes, glasses, how many cups they can produce a herd of beef drunkards. Mollo hot water and just when I'm turning the piece to get the most hidden places of the glass by turning the damn breaks. Randomly by the parties of chipping (a small triangle of an inch wide) is the knuckle of my right index finger and the skin is cut more or less like a steak is cut from a piece chain of meat. Technically, a rectangle with two short sides half an inch, one long side of one and a half, losing their home, and the other long side to keep them anchored to the knuckle. Blood ognove ends. An hour and several handkerchiefs stained red after stop bleeding. Serve points for keeping together the sdue parts (we are in a convex point) but I like the scar and keep me
result: a C-shaped scar on the knuckle of the thumb, very sexy (if you like scars) and comfortable to tattoo a word beginning with C.

Wednesday, February 23
call me to make a change in primary school. Porto boci the first table and then in the yard. They ask me to play cops and robbers. In truth, a little 'if my superiority athletic, a bit 'to bugger, make take only me and Carl and run in twelve. The result is that we run as the exaggerated and always give a damn about us so much but the goal of the game is running right? I run behind a Bocia, take it, falls, not to put a foot wrong over cadergli goodbye and ankle. It hurts the dog, I stop. After half an hour is almost past time I play another five minutes to defend the prison, with boci untouched as I gravitate to the wolves mammoths. I rifermo. I come home that does not even limp. At five o'clock team meeting. I begin to limp. In the end even more limp. I climb into the car in Val di Non and shift begins to really hurt. I stop for two hours at home and makes a bad dog. Decide di scendere ugualmente, tanto è discesa. Cambio sette volte in cinquanta chilometri, cinque delle quali schiacciando la frizione con la destra. Le due volte che azzardo con la sinistra muoio. Faccio scendere il mio amore a parcheggiarmi la macchina e la caviglia urla per me. Sono un babbo? Certo, ma questo non riallinea le articolazioni. Stamattina mi alzo, zampetto fino all'ospedale (cento metri di zampetti è veramente fatica seria).
Risultato: una caviglia slogata, un tutore per caviglia utilizzabile per immobilizzare i boci in futuro, immobilità quasi totale, dipendenza estrema, dieci giorni di infortunio.

Almeno comincio a registrare sto disco maledetto che sta cominciando a diventare una barzelletta.
E comunque, does not end until February this better be damn eye.


ps: I forgot the rib INCIN yes, but that has little to do.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Tanning After Brazilan Wax

The Origin of Species

The Origin of Species is one of the best group names in Italian and I never thought I finally estimated the names of the groups. More than Darwin and the monkey becomes a man to me makes me think of all ' Origin of the World, the response in-your-face art of Gustave Coubert the book that revolutionized science.
addition to this our own, represent the first listen to me in everything / do not like rock. Very few riffs, a lot of laps on the rock, three, four agreements, mtv attitude (as opposed to the attitude Henry Rollins), entries in the foreground, metal solos, sopraddosi of logs (not at the level Verdena, indeed normal, that in fact abuse) (see handbook The Host on count truncated) text in first person, talking about feelings and moods as in a bubble. A product
good for pop rock. Never been a blemish for charity, but the groups too unbalanced too far beyond, like Foo Fighters, Type O Negative, Fear Factory, Incubus is the stuff you put on the girl who does not listen to rock, and may also be that you do the ( even though some friends call him gay rock).
Now the problem is that these groups can also appreciate any individual but an entire disc I never right / I would transfer the right (hear that rhymes! then that is not a rhyme but paronomasia, anaphora, or pumped, but oh well) (or even noll ' I never rectum / rectum is dropped here and c'abbiamo chiasmone with a paronomasia and assonance: bingo for the poet, and Dante, who turns in his grave) (I'm reading the cool only eprchè this ).
But this morning it happened. I put up five songs Suspended , the demo just came out here you listen, and I have not yet removed. I think it's the seventh time I listen. This is because the lyrics talk about things that happen the people and in people without being ostentatious nor dull nor romantic, just honest, maybe pipposi sometimes but sometimes also evocative.
My favorite is: You want
cock giant
Want the good of all people
Want to know what you do not know
Why do not you know anything
For me this is poetry, the stuff that above me, I'd written about the diary. Then the melodies and the choruses are a pop crystal clear, always fits perfectly and there are also little things very good voice, in styles collide beautifully, the Italian rock but also to Morgan, the Negrita, Subsonica on to say. Bben The music is made, the three / four accordi di cui sopra sono resi sempre in maniera sempre differente (che a volte ti dimentichi che son solo tre/quattro accordi) e abbracciano stili diversi e pure freschi, con echi (o cut'n'paste) di Tool, QOTSA, Muse, Subsonica, di Korn perfino forse. Le strutture sono tra gli elementi che preferisco: classiche e accoglienti come un 90-60-90 ma per niente scontate, geometriche come un pentacolo, concise come il saggio: dicono quello che devono dire, cambiano quando devono cambiare, si ampliano quando è ora di ampliarsi ma soprattutto si fermano quando è ora di smettere. C'è la ballad, il pezzo incazzone (più alla Foo Fighters che alla Henry Rollins), quello dance e intri e finaloni rock che trasudano gente seria (io per me a song and understand dall'intro dall'outro like ass for Tinto Brass), people who crush the boxes from quindic'anni and knows what it means to keep the focus on music instead of the glass.
The world is full of groups who want to rock and pop are not able to put together a decent chorus, do not say that you remember the next day, but two minutes later. These songs will come in here and we are done, damn.
The Origin of Species are like a MiniMinor. Young, sporty, safe, shit in his own way, well designed with an eye in the past and the tip of the penis in the future, a bit 'Tamarra but with the horses that come out arsehole. Not the type of car that I drive every day, because after a while, 'I do bad, are more to R4 (which is an evergreen) or Kangoo (we are the world) or old Saab (from tamarro vintage) by Volvo or family of the 80 (type hearse) , or at least the Batmobile. But these are choices. Who would not want a Mini for ever? For myself, I prefer more lerobe smarze but the evidence is not discussed. And the evidence is that the demo I have not taken off, is in loop for hours.
little to do with this record that the pump gives you most of the girls, which is still the only way I know to give rise to the species.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Grand Touring All Season Tire Reviews



is part of the selection I made for Emma pastry: pies with custard and fruit, lots of glazed donuts and some cookies ...
Ingredients: felt, stuffing and a bit 'fancy!


Friday, February 18, 2011

Play Music From Palm Pre To Car

New Publication The Host: noisy parts ITALIAN 2009-2010

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Can I Buythrush Treatment From Woolworths

Biutiful Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu

" It 's a movie that if you are male when you come home you expect to piss blood "
Arturo Bandini

[Caution. Contains SPOILERS!]

There are a Spaniard, a Chinese and a black man. The Spaniard Javier Bardem, Chinese is the black ass and does what it says blacks fled to the Negroes who sell trinkets that gave the English in turn produced (not directly) from the Chinese ass in a basement full of Chinese in the cold . The Spaniard pissing blood from the beginning, it is understood that goes wrong when they say that two months of life. If it is the chemio. Questo è uno scazzo perché lo spagnolo ha due figli che gli vogliono bene e una madre bipolare. I bipolari son quelli che un giorno scalano l'Everest e il giorno dopo hanno paura a fare le scale. Non è esattamente una madre cui lasciare dei figli. Per non parlare del naso. Nel frattempo, mentre lo spagnolo sta morendo, un cinese entra nello scantinato e invece dei salami appesi trova i cinesi morti per il gas. Il moroso culo del cinese li butta ammare e due giorni dopo sono sulla riga. Decenni di film con cadaveri occultati non sono mai arrivati in Cina, è evidente. Come se non bastasse la polizia di Barcellona fa una retata in stile americano, coi vecchi spaventati e la gente gli rimane la mandibola come nel centro commerciale di Commando. Al negro lo return to Africa and then the Spaniard takes his Negro girl in the house with the Bocia piagnole Eto'o and called for revenge as the sbologna children. Then the father dies dreaming that she saw only the dead.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Free Homemade Swing Set Plans

Tits and pollution

There is too much pollution, fine particles are creeping into our lungs, our skin breathe, dust fruit, dirty clothes lying, alder women's hair. There is too much pollution, but only sometimes. To combat pollution, there are two ways. The first is to change the car. Sure, it produces a wreck in a few more thrown in landfills little (or very) visible, but you drive a new car, honest with the environment, respectful of bronchi of children and metalworkers. The second is the number plate. For good Italian, when the shit touches my ass (and only then) you are moving. He does the national football team, we do it, do our leaders. The solution is not to move less, making car sharing, do not use the machine but if you stand still and Poretti and you have an old car and instead move and outgassing if you have the suv, so to speak. Notice, discreet public interventions that are front, easy to implement as they are useless. The modes are not discrete and are unquantifiable audience.
So I thought, too, but like any good man on this earth I abhor, I abhor because politicians already knew: why the measures taken I am nothing. I abhor the fuck, right? I have some very good reasons, two in particular: they are aligned, circular, and complete power button, a spessso is slightly larger than the other. E 'recognized as being pollution grow tits women . So go
pollution, put the farm instead of super gasoline, leave the machine on all day, it's all healthy, but above all, when you can, outgassing appears flat.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Pink Cm Discharge Around Period Time

market

Wow, the days go by too quickly and without realizing I left the blog for more than a month!
During this time I felt dedicated mainly to the food ... Santa has brought Emma a beautiful all wood shop ... and every day we invent a new game! We have opened a bakery, a mini market, a shop selling fruit and vegetables and even a fast food! Nei prossimi giorni vi mostrerò i nostri lavori...
Intanto ecco una confezione di latte fresco, due tubetti di Pringles e un po' di frutta pronta per preparare un'ottima felt macedonia...


Thursday, February 10, 2011

Pub Golf Fancy Dress Women

Perle pop

Of course there are many people that do pop. Among those who do pop there are two categories.
One is those songs that make you forget that now, and most of the times is good news. The second is that you are planting in the head. EarWorms are called in German (or rather, a kraut once I did the translation from German, andatevelo in search of you, if you really need to know), the worms in the ears, you are caught and crawl like a Marine to the centers neutralizing the nerve centers of your will to spit your tuttto antimusic mine and there's cocks.
Among the latter there are two categories. The first are the songs are pop beads, which is nice to let them infest undisturbed, which improve the silence that's inside you, you make life more. The second category are those that are planted in your head and do that shit, to SoleCuoreAmore, but sometimes worse, because they try so many and it is not easy and sometimes regret SCA. Impossible? No. When you are atttaccano is better than a doorway Val di Sole, guaranteed dick (cited).
This song here, the first of Wooden Collective from Bborgo Valsugana, is a pop gem, there were. Good day, I swear.

The Wooden Collective - Han Shot First

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Dune Buggy Manx For Sale

The dumplings Grandma Antoinette - The Movie

For the series I
J'accuse OF FELIX Lalu '
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Fire shit on everything and everyone dick and do not draw a logical conclusion that it is a late arrival but to connect to something that if you put it up without a comment was bad and while I still shot to shit free
that never hurts

I've seen you, you leaguers, autonomy, and all the others. I've seen you drink the Venetian grappa at the bar (and I do not spit on), because they cost less, I have seen you buy plastic and split the polenta polenta for real, I have seen the stuff cows mmerda that disgusts me ddi think Trentingrana eat, I have seen you sell off the mountains for a few more tourists, I have seen you make cheese with herbs or peppers to mask the fact that he did not know shit, I have seen you do the feasts of the gates with fried fish, I saw you buying cabbage at the supermarket while digging in ricordi la nonna avanti e indietro sulla lama con una montagna di cappucci al lato, vi ho visti al ristorante ingollare con soddisfazione canederli fatti col pane pregrattuggiato, omogeneo, senz'olio di gomito.
E' facile fare i fighi col sudore del nonno, facile bullarsi della manna dal cielo, a inorgoglirsi dell'orgoglio altrui.
Ebbravi. Allora difendiamola veramente 'sta nostra identità, proiettiamo i video della Nonna Antonietta sul duomo giorno e notte, insegniamo a bere ai nostri boci, a farsi lo sciroppo con le pigne di gembro (e con quel che avanza la grappa), sostituiamo gli inutili programmi regionali della rai con la storia della cemento selvaggio e degli accordi sottobanco per il parco dello Stelvio. Almeno qualcosa ci ricorderemo, quando di identità trentina ci rimarranno solo i democristiani. E quando moriranno quelli, ci rimarranno i leghisti e mangeremo alla pausa pranzo i sofficini ripieni di speck e formaggio nostrano.
E' quel che ci saremo meritati.

I Canederli di Nonna Antonietta - The Movie

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

What Type Of Platform Is Poptropica

TNB

Ormai c'ho sta bara in casa da un po'. Sì, una bara, va bene? Ci appoggio la tisana, il pandoro al gianduia avanzato da natale e i portaceneri che strabordano come i spaghi di Alberto Sordi. Ormai non sto neanche più lì a pulirla dalla polvere.
La accarezzo e penso a quanto la famiglia ci tiene, This medium-sized skeleton held together by skin coming up on bread and GranBiscotto Rovagnati. There I put my ear and I hear echoes of the word that gave me less joy in life. We walk the hill, and I think that the sizzle of piling Leolino surely will agree to pay my account in the Cayman Islands.
Everything is born of this song Kepsah here that says, For Christ

of a god I'm still here why the fuck I do not move, do not emigrate I feel bound to this place that gives me nothing I beaches but there are I would like the mountains but I have I want a people not accustomed via television and fucking no! I feel understood by those who look at us but instead Mars does not understand and is transparent Norway but we are blacks such as bags of gangs We are beautiful, intelligent and closed as the valleys where we come we are filled with history as the air we breathe now if you do there are only cocaine! We throw everything overboard and sing to the glory of that we still have Italy do not share anything except Mike Bongiorno like all as I could be less am a child of television are a child of the TV I do not want E 'the victory of good over the forces of evil government of doing against his shadow we should burn the Constitution federalism! presidentialism! and then everything is fine there is inflation, the crisis but I can still addicted to television

I'm a fan of the first hour of Kepsah, text meticulous, almost baroque, with lots of good words chiseled, each weighing no accident, tests started from the proposition and introspection and landed finally telling stories both serious and evocative to listen with ears cocked to the left and vocabulary in his right hand. I'm a fan of the first hour of the guitar between the primitive and the mathematician, the bass solo that would draw a second guitar, drums dry but elegant.
The disc is thus called Stack, begins with a list of torture and ends with a beheading, through stories about the Great War , messages and programmatic landscapes evoked (vi). The package is what you see before Sebastiano Martinelli, the leader crowned by some newspapers and then disowned by the band.
But this song is different, is a step towards new Kepsah: unforgiving, unrelenting Bersagliera, with a text that goes to the present and future and is both internal motion, wholesome effort, lucid description. (On the Internet there is not, you tap the ccomprare cd, discreet public, touch you)
My mission is to dress the naked Kepsah of socks (in the best tradition youporn) rock and underpants (boxer Kepsah with Tool, Zeta hill underwear years Spor 70 of the River, with Dave Rancid and oversized boxer Pero el boxer with modern de Jovanotti, those with a yellow border and soleluna back), put them on top of the Paganella with the coffin on the edge of the abyss that run around like the monkeys 2001 A Space Odyssey, knocking and beating and peeing on the hard dress declaiming the coffin with the air of one who has filled his balls and comic books that come out of mouths that say friend, listeners!