Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Can You Freeze Curry?

Din don dan

you are still there, master?

Monday, November 29, 2010

Milena Velba 29 Dec 2009

Merlino vs Maga Magò

When I still had time to leave the house, the lights were to announce the coming of quell'esecrata festaccia People who do not even want to name.
This year, I lost sight of the calendar, and when the black messenger rang at my door, took me completely by surprise. He, on the other hand, had to be well prepared for the worst, because when I opened the door, did not have the usual surge of terror.
The man in front of me was in fact Abortion father, the priest who celebrated the wedding of my beautiful little brother.

the wings: "Oh! Good day! "
Abortion father: "Good morning," the ale
: «...»
father Abortion: "Oh ... Yh ... blessing. "
the wings: "The harm will not be. Sit down. " Abortion
father: "Well, all right?"
the wings: "Yes." (No.)
father Abortion: "Um ... How long has the beard? "
the wings:" Uhm ... twenty years? "Abortion
father '?"
the wings: "You know, at a certain age the gonads descend, e. .."
father Abortion: «...»
its wings " Blessing said? "
father Abortion:" Euh ... yes here. If you feel like saying a Hail Mary? "
the wings: (sigh) " Ave Maria ... "Abortion
father:" ... full of grace ... "
the wings:" No Excuse me, you turn to Our Lady in vulgar? "
father Abortion," D. .. Dominus tecum ... "
the wings:" ... Blessed you ... " (I saw you, I saw you, you smile!)
Abortion father:" ... pctrbsnctnora mortis nostrae. Amen.
the wings: "Amen." Abortion
father, "until the last Philologist."
the wings, "And beyond." (I should not smile too, I should not laugh!)
father Abortion: (sprinkling of holy water entry) "SignorebenediiiIIIIHHH!"
the wings: "Um ... calm down, father, only my cat. " Abortion
father: "Oh, yes, of course. Signorebndcqstcs ... "
the wings," seee, seee ... "


His blessing did not work. I'm still gay.
Moreover, he is still a priest.
So, evidently, did not work nor mine.


Thursday, November 25, 2010

Wear Can You Find Everclear Alcohol

diversity from different points of view

I happened to ask me than what someone is different from me. Just think you can be in so many different things: sex, religion, age, language, culture, interests, levels of autonomy, but also awareness of their difficulties. It 'absolutely impossible to try to count them.
Some differences can create for ourselves some trouble and stir in us a sense of discomfort.
"Diversity should be seen as an important value to society of today" (Family Christian 2010), to see what value we have as clear stereotypes and prejudices towards each other, so think of diversity as something that belongs to all people, look at difficult situations from different points of view, and understand, however, that the difference is in our minds and in our culture.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Wholesale Manufacturer Of Belt Buckle Blanks

Bögarnas hide


disasters occur around the globe, terrorism, crime.
But we, who walk with Jesus, we have a clear conscience,
because the root of all evil in the world is not us.
No, it's the fault of gays, blame the gays!
It says in the Bible, which is the fault of gays!
I do not know which chapter or verse, but somewhere
says it's the fault of gays.
The war in Afghanistan? Blame the gays!
dictatorship in Iran? Blame the gays!
Earthquakes, floods, and other horrors

[...]
The folly of fundamentalism? Blame the gays! All of the historical crises
world? Blame the gays!
for religious warfare, kill, beat
But the blame for everything that is not attributable to us.
No, it's the fault of gays, blame the gays!

[...]
Some believe that Satan is to play these tricks
But he, poor fellow, has nothing to do: it's all the fault of gays!


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Rectal Pain With Menses

Ruit Hora

One of the criteria are subject to greater variation in the statistics on the consumption of books is what he calls "strong player." For some it is the one that flows more heavily than six books a year, for others it is who gives a ten or more fans. Who does not exclude that these findings can - in a not too distant future - to establish the category of "obsessive-compulsive disorder" for those over fifty books a year, and "serial killer" for someone like me, past i. .. No, I shall conceal the number. In spite of appearances, I know the feeling of shame.

Each dawn of stelloncino declaring, in millennial tones, that tot% degl'insubri six grandchildren law books and other nisba year, I hear endless lamentations rise - complete with little hand clinging to the curtain, as Francesca Bertini - on progressive culture and barbarism blablabla, but generally these lamentations leave me indifferent, for several reasons.

The first is that this mournful lamentations normally comes from a former professor of letters of the name Adriana Miche, which gave a dilemma for child myself, and do not wish 'to say the consequences.
The second is that the data on the reading are insignificant in many respects. First, because other is flipping through a book, another is reading it, more and understand the contents, in the second instance because what we read is not only from books (there are also periodicals, blog, and abundant signs of the explanatory botanical gardens or museums) and finally, because the number of readings is silent on their quality, since the books (also discover the hot water) are not all equal - in that one might ask, however, who can claim the right to decide which of these the settling on a cultural level more or less, and the first one that says, "Teachers," is in the odor of spanking, man warned.

then remain to be considered two irrepressible metric: the time and the euro.
A poor passing fifty-four hours per week to be filled with insults in a call center to set aside money for a second pair of pants, come home as prostrate before Ubertino Casale Amicta the Virgo Sun, is unlikely to have wanted to ignore the laundry, the kitchen hygiene and dangerous enemies lurking in the tiles, to pounce on Tahafut at-Tahafut in original language.
Not to mention that the reader may also have a love life. Well, my days are more staid of an encyclical, barely pulling evening, finally m'infilo under the covers with a little man, and this ... begins to read a book? ("Sorry, dear ... can you read turned on its side? Here, shot in there ... so, as a good ..." Zac!)
In a nutshell, read coast, and in terms of time, and monetary terms. And ten books a year are more than many can afford.

This forces us to make a selection his meticulously. I myself, while insatiable thresher texts, I have to constantly keep in mind that the time to reserve Melville is likely to be removed from the Blixen, and that if they dedicate themselves to classical risk never having the chance to discover that, say, Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You is a great romance. This, in addition to making the extremely rare opportunity to take back a book already read before (Yeah, there are several that are revisited again and again!), Also involves the inability to grant a purchase sight unseen and the need efficient allocation of time reading between the texts that "must" for not having read the figure of the peasant Friulian (hey, but ... they are!), but those who mistreat the intellectuals who still teach me something and come to be my personal culture, and those who do not give me anything except the sheer pleasure.
And the latter, alas, often have to go in the cavalry, just because I do not have time.
Die Herren Grauen won.


Friday, November 12, 2010

Gay Cruising London Gym

It spells: steph.en

You thrill me, you delight me .
You please me, you excite me . You're
pleading for something I'd Been .
I love you, I adore you . [...] And finally

It Seems my lonely days are through .
I've been waiting for you.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Perimenopause Phantom Period

Gam ze yaavor

So .

I pay taxes. Few, because being visibly fennel can not aspire to a profession that provides me with an income that any civilized country would call decent, but I pay. Of what
negl'insaziabili pockets annually to the tax authorities, I do not back a blessed stone, because in my country does not work practically nothing - Apart from the bunga bunga - but pay anyway.
Who represents me in parliament (salaried with my money!) Does not allow me to decide who to marry, whom to entrust my health, my (almost non-existent) savings, or to defend myself from abuse, from abuse and maltreatment moral and physical which I and my colleagues are constantly exposed, but I still pay taxes.
Not having taken a wife nor procreated for the fun of playing with the family, I have poured into state coffers, an amount almost three times that paid by a loving husband who has received the same income, which - naturally - makes me travel balls, especially as the undersigned Unlike the aforementioned husband, has no one to share the costs. Nevertheless, I have paid taxes - nearly triple, I repeat - thus contributing to the safeguarding of children ... others. But I paid, Blessed be the Name! I have paid.

And now ... trac. The tax on the ass. The last of the daily utterances
discriminate against any ethnic minority, religious or sexual violence by those who are paid - with my money! my employee! - To represent me. The last until tomorrow, because every single day we hear one. And yet
Jan has the courage to tell me that "we must resist" that "everything will be fine." It'll

okay, sure.
It's the same thing you said in 1938 in Berlin.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Pirates Of The Caribbean Tabs

Recuje

You know that place, that Friuli
that touches only the wind, which is a perfume!
From it falls over your dark

flute, the sweet lump
blacks and purples, and expands it
iridescent bitumen

on your Christs nailed between layers of light
landslide from transects of Aquileia ,
and emerging from it, reverberating in the warm evenings

Lower
white or cream in the mornings channels,
fishermen are your green vigils,

which reddens the crude wrinkles salt, or youth
Nereggia laborers on the slopes of the ferry
evening

leaning against the handlebars, tired,
burned, while the night is already being announced
in the sad town with lights and songs.


And today, I Pauli thirty-five years without Pieri.