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view of the fact that the "stick to the edges" I slam is forbidden here some test / banner when I came across these months of "Dareattuttilimpressionedilavoraremainrealtàstaresuinternetacaricodellazienda.

This is the first that I did try hundreds of combinations (4! * 8! * 9! * 4! * 6! * 5! * 5! * 3! * 5!) To be Fonzie: is not possible. The first result is useful:




The Dr.Psycho says I'm a debauched

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Which is also good to me. It happens then that rearrange my test in a month of giving the same answers as the first time but to my amazement the debauched one becomes OK (depending on your point of view: I skip the picture ...). Here we Dr.Psycho hatching. So I did what I never wanted to do:

-UPDATE: Small modification of h.01.30 03/01/2005: stuff that not even the Big Brother in 1984 but ... made light on the mysteries must be off! worse for all the fools who have not learned.




The Dr.Psycho , in spite of himself, says they are a little cool

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One of which I am rather proud of is this:

You are the king of smooth - enough said. Take the What Pulp Fiction Character Are You? quiz.

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THANK YOU AND THANK YOU AGAIN, CLINTON

My teenage film, when unconsciously looking for the security of a father figure, had the undisputed one name: Clint Eastwood (with all due respect to the Governator Swarzy and the like).
On May 31, 75 years ago in San Francisco - California, born Mr. Clinton Eastwood. Sources
humble, modest family, essentially self-taught, after breaking my balls to make the military and the woodcutter begins his twenties his Hollywood adventure with small small part "athletic" for Universal. In the '59 series Rawhide (western serials based on the concept of "frontier") starts to give him a living (he plays the role of the protagonist until '65) provides one of those "occasions waited for a life" mentioned in the old boxer Scrap (Morgan Freeman) on Million Dollar Baby: Sergio Leone served as an American actor who gave more prestige to the trilogy of dollars and ours, snubbed at home, it was the right man at the right time. Start the Legend.
From here on I will be more (CIR) succinctly: falls in the States in '70 and started the association with his second master, Don Siegel: Dirty Harry series, The Beguiled, Escape from Alcatraz ... in short, becomes a star interpretations with those requiring charisma and cool, brisk and brutal ways, in short roles in Clint. After a few years, with humility, goes behind the camera: The Legend of Myth will become. Cito
in chronological order some of his indisputable masterpieces: The eyes of Texas Ice (1976), Honkytonk Man (1982), Bird (1988), Unforgiven (1992), A Perfect World (1993), Absolute Power (1996), and the recent Mystic River (2003).
This was a film so important, vast, tragic, perfectly orchestrated to give a follow up to might seem heresy.
With this idea on Sunday night, and I Federica (my girlfriend) we go straight to the unpretentious Julius Caesar: Million Dollar Baby will be as yet another film "only" beautiful.
And here, my old Clint, I want to publicly apologize because I doubted your skill underestimating your genius: MDB film is monstrously out of target, unbelievably perfect, it's a fucking masterpiece.
The golf game is the boxing ring, bitter and noble sport, the theme of three tormented souls (the old trainer too protective of his students and research relationship with a daughter allontanatasi years, the old blind boxer one eye who lives bitterly because of the time passed and the young lion seeking to free themselves of the opportunity of redemption from a life of misery). Before
Eastwood takes you up enthusiastic, then with a surprising twist in mid-film with an uppercut knocks you messed up at maximum power, you get straight right into the stomach: this time the loser of the moment does not become world champion as is traditional in every liar American dream. And there is much more to say but ... I have to do away with them after torrential! How
says Alberto Crespi (L'Unità) Clint Eastwood is the greatest living American filmmaker, there is no struggle, the various Spielberg and Scorsese are kids compared to him. I humbly I subscribe.

(UPDATE - 02/28/2005) Poor Martin .... cough cough ... erm .. Muhahahhahahhahahahha

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Corner # 1 rhetorical

starting today in popularizing this section dedicated to the linguistic concept that has always met with my deepest admiration, the figure of speech. For some sick
mechanism believe that in our dissertations mastery of this wonderful tool can do about credibility, I am convinced that recognition of a summons or of them can at least stimulate the attention of our party, if not at least intrigue, even if we were arguing the absurd thesis. I like to delude myself that way. The discussion
reasoned argument I would suggest to proceed in alphabetical order, but since (at least) here I am allowed to do what the fuck I think I'll start from my favorite which is the synecdoche.
the synecdoche (gr. synekdékhomai, 'get together') is the figure of speech that allows us to use broadly the meaning of a word.
will normally use when quoting the PART, we want to give everyone (but the opposite) or your own kind in the place of the species (but also vice versa).

fucksters Examples:
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other poets honor and light, Avail
'long study and' great love
that made me search your volume.
(Dante, Inferno Canto, part of the volume for the whole work of Virgil) OR ANIMAL


nice and kind that go to visit the Aer
we lost that itch the world with blood ...
(Dante, Inferno, Canto V, the genus for the species)

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ALL OF MY LIFE BAR


lattiecaffè I suffered with too many cookies Montebove.
In a very short time I had to swallow the mush that, according to my mother, enjoyed all the requirements necessary to support the student asylum during his long day. The nature of the Bolshevik
essentially household spending kept away from the pantry of the house the products of capitalism (such as Kinder brioche, tarts Mulino Bianco, Yo-Yo Motta and Snowdrop Doria in those years were the most popular), but to encourage and support the ' work of the Brothers and Companions Montebove always attentive to the pockets of the proletariat (scallops with wine £ 1000! to name one). However
understood the concept of breakfast in the home as a duty but something unpleasant and covavo within me the desire for independent and free breakfast at the bar: the occasion was not long in coming.
the age of 18 years working for the Albanian Law Firm near Viale Mazzini and the choice of the bar fell almost a must to go: those elegant red-orange curtains rejoiced Via Col di Lana immediately attracted my attention. At the time badavo still a lot to the substance for which the ideal configuration of my breakfast was represented by two yeasts (or croissants as they say in my part) and a glass of water (in order to swallow and economic). Vanni from the chocolate dumplings made their pork duty for almost two years, until something changed.
A change of management heads rolled too important not spared from dismissal Raffaele, unique among the local barman who had saved my daily custom, signed with the shared mutual pleasure that subtle that is established between the customer who wants to be served without saying 'Ah' and the bartender laughing in his sleeve that you need without the hassle of being controlled, giving proof of his wit.
An abuse of this kind could not be tolerated so that will be lost one of its most devoted customers:
I turned to the direct competitor, the rival town, the bars that have long had climbed the order of preference or the entire district Meadows Antonini bar. Since Antonini
good breakfast each took on the aspect of a social event: eminent and respected professionals in the company of women from the ankles fine, offspring in tan turtlenecks, show-which are less prestigious Juror Michele Cucuzza or Luke, it was really short the crème de la crème. About
cream, my breakfast consisted of a cappuccino and Danish cream with chocolate chips.
served in china cups of exquisite workmanship, the Capuchin Antonini is really the best you can sip in Rome (the only drawback is the highest temperature to which it is served) and is the perfect milk froth mixing desks , milk and coffee.
The Danish and he settles for less on medium to high quality schemes, which also covers the custard is truly exceptional.
After a year of faithful attendance, I had a big surprise: Raffaele who apparently was hired by Antonini implemented a competition policy should also be liable to discredit the human.
I interpreted this in a symbolic event, a closing of a circle that somehow empathetic saw me involved. It was time to change again and the air was beautiful and a good excuse to justify some escapades on Saturday that perpetrated against Antonini for the benefit of the prince, but I say the prince, the king of the bar, the KING of Molise.
Every man who makes a point of elegance of the ways of honor surely know what I mean when I say I eat breakfast on Saturday morning leafing through the newspapers with detachment is a class act of extreme and it has a special meaning to the King in As the place is devoid of aura glossy and rather vulgar that haunts the bar mentioned above and is undoubtedly the way of the Essential elegance.
I was introduced to the attendance of the King in just one of those Saturdays from some friends who (at least on Meal morning) the long knew.
Mr. Pupo (this is the nickname that was given because of the vague resemblance to the singer from Tuscany), almost always behind the counter, through careful management family keep this place for decades and is the soul of the King: I can imagine every morning (read: before dawn), as would a loving father, smiling and happy to assist sfornatura of the first horns almost like giving birth. In fact, the King
croissants autoproduce them, not like those dingy bar where the yeast if you do get with the truck, clear and cold boxed in aseptic cartons.
I am free to say (hoping that no one be offended) that the binomial Almond / Braid the King has no rivals in Italy in terms of taste, appearance, taste and digestibility, a choice of almost every worthy Hamlet resolves customer pappandoseli both.
I close this post by pointing out briefly some monstrous bar worthy of consideration.

- Bar Antica Bologna: Nicknamed Bulgari, via s.vitale, Bologna
- Bar Maury: in Bologna, with a nymphomaniac waitress and jazz softly diffused
- Bar / Rotisserie The BUZZER: Torrevecchia Street, where I worked a little time to realize that I had to go to university.