Unlocked School Games

Gerontology


this morning reading the paper I came across the word jewelry.
Jewelry
What a fucking word.
Try saying it out loud. How do you play?
my opinion deserves a decent oblivion. He has done his time. Now no longer needed. It seems demeaning to all exhumed.
to think of it, I believe that jewelry is not an isolated case.
Another case? Arzillo . The word
brisk is dead, perhaps a century ago. The fate of the remains, however, is connected to the old word . Old man is dragged behind the gruesome corpse of the word spry, which is now meaningless. How would you feel if you got dell'arizillo? If someone told me
arizillo , I piss like a puma.
Arzillo is the old man. And only the old man. Or
esteemed . The esteemed word is dead and mummified was on the front page of a letter. On an envelope.
You know what I say? You really are esteemed. A
you sound like a statement like that?
These terms, old and tired, not if feel more exiting. To appear in public. Yet some idiot, for one reason or the latro, continues to evoke, and not allow him to go out in peace, as they deserve. That fate.
It 's the fate of gerontology. Terms old trapped in the limbo of phrases of Italian.
words that sound more like live. I would like to make a national appeal: respect the gerontology and let them go out alone.

This morning I awoke spry. Perky. I long to reach the door and breathe in the crackling morning air. Greeting the beautiful country, grateful for the amazing phenomenon of gerontology. The jewel that is bringing our beloved romance language. I take off the headgear before such linguistic phenomena, and I wonder if you believe deserve respect.
If you are agree, let the gerontology go out and rest in peace, as they deserve. At last, gives them a well-deserved rest.

Converting W/v To W/w

On Blackberry, or telephone the anti-personnel


an emerald green meadow in northern Cambodia.
colored spots fragrant flowers on a grassy area.
A little girl dressed in humble running happy.
A glow in the grass.
The child, curious, approaching the glow. Loosely in the grass lies a black telephone, sinuous, almost sensual. The soft shapes. The color screen. The curious child approaches the object and picks it up.
ZOT
The lawn is transformed into an expanse of asphalt. The girl is old, worn, with matted hair and looked hysterical. Around her rings, horns and noise.
Zoom on arthritic and calloused hand holding up the phone. The screen lights, flashing lights, warning in red. The trembling hand
opens in an extreme effort to get rid of the phone.
While the phone is dropped, the noise stops and the environment back to clear. The unit lies limply on the grass again, and the old woman turns to ash which is carried by the wind. The sound of the wind conceals a subtle sigh of relief. A rice liberating. The screen goes black. RIM Blackberry brand and logo.

If I were an eccentric millionaire, I would pay personally for this campaign.
Unfortunately my financial situation will not let me, so I'll post a less figurative and more concrete: The backberry sucks.
The function of integration with the job is a prison. Slavery.
The book contains only and exclusively the Outlook contacts. And my friends?!? I
Outlook has always been crap: I lost my old phone book and found in its place rubrichino little lazy and I had carelessly compiled on Outlook in the past.
Emails are (mis) handled like SMS.
Toh ... SMS ... how nice: let's see who is looking for me. Fuck: the usual spam Herbal Viagra
Navigating the menus is eternal. Want to read a message? Click on the sachet. Thousands of messages. All old. Where is the new? Shakes. There. Boh.
Woe to delete old: among them there are also emails. Delete them from your computer also means losing the email in work ...
Okay, let's search for the unread. Here it is. It was before?!? Well ... leggiamolo. Ok, the usual Herbal Viagra. Well. But if I buy it to him, after a storm to stop messages?
When the function messages, the signal continues to be activated for new messages. Well ... another?
Re-entering the application, the signal of new messages is disabled. That shit! But is it possible that I scancherare like a jerk for 2 hours to do stuff with a cell phone as a poor black and white I would have done faster and better?!?!
The only positive note is the design. The technical department has given up on the form. According to me it was a selfish impulse: they wanted a rounded shape without sharp edges or corners, they were afraid sooner or later to meet a customer who would stuck my dick up their nice phone for a few sphincter. For
the rest is useless. Is making me regret the heading of paper. As for SMS, I have already solved them write on a sheet of paper, then folded and rolled them on the Blackberry. Then he threw the phone in the direction of the window of the person to whom they are addressed. I meet all faster than usual: 'I'm fucking phone just does not want anyone !

Prom House In The Pocnos

Women 2.0 Striking the wheel


Hello Madam Balottelli Pagani Boffa, his car has arrived. And 'here in the dealership. We look forward to this afternoon for delivery.
Oh, thank goodness. The waiting anxiously! You know, covering nearly two thousand miles a year, here in town and I really need a car safer. I understand it?
Sure, he's right. In the city the average cruising speed is very low, but if one day the traffic will magically dissolve, she would be ready. Congratulations on your foresight.
Thank you thank you ... speaking of vision, said that I was right to take diesel? Sincerely
along 2000 kilometers a year, could also take it to Don Perignon 1967. However, the diesel was a good choice. I understand that you are careful in purchasing a woman when I asked the 5000cc twin-turbo 400 horsepower engine, absolutely necessary to bring the child to school, but diesel. She loves the savings. Brava. I would also like a wife I so wisely.
will be powerful enough?
I think it's perfect for your needs! I distinctly remember the test drive we did together. I will never forget that I had never seen flies in highway crash on the glass, get up and fly away stunned. One thing the can do with this machine, do not worry.
Thanks for the reassurance and advice, I come to collect it immediately. See you later.
you later.
Shortly after the square of the dealership parking a big SUV, with wheels and bolts to air missiles on the roof. From the half down two women. Uncoupled from the child seat, pull the hood two strollers and move towards the entrance.
Seller warmly welcomes the
Lady Balottelli Pagani Boffa, good afternoon. That speed.
Good afternoon. Yes, with the help of my friend, Pucci, we did infrettissima. We're just two crazy hahahah we
Here the machine. If you have a minute I'll explain the various functions
... Well ... if you got me? What creeps? I can drive!
I wanted to just briefly describe the automatic
Well ... will work automatically! With what I paid ...
Sure, it's very intuitive. He's right. Mine was an excess of zeal. Take a seat on board and enjoy the ride.
She clings sull'altissimo seat of his new and powerful way.
closes the door and see the dashboard with the bewildered look of a person who discovers he has an asshole in front.
pretends indifference and find a friend for the ignition command. A big start button that flashes like a good clue. Presses. It works.
Now comes the hard part. Shift lever is, 'sti few pedals in,' ste palette on the steering wheel ... it is just automatically accelerate.

Accelerate ... more ...

Deeper

around the car ... gather men in white shirts and ties, with big rimmed glasses bakelite.
An amplified voice scratchy start a test go / no go.
Start automatic ground launch sequencer
GO
Retract orbiter access arm
GO
Start auxiliary power units
Arm solid rocket booster
GO GO

Start orbiter aerosurface profile test
GO
Retract gaseous oxygen vent arm
GO
Crew members close and lock
GO
Orbiter transfers from ground to internal power
GO GO
Main engine start
Part
a countdown while some workers devise as soon as possible the launch pad. The car is
shrouded in smoke. In the fog, the seller acted in vain screaming hand brake.
Suddenly a roar. The hood is opened. From
bonnet trembling leaves the engine. His face is furious. Someone has to pay. They get the various pipes and cables that connect the car and crosses the body.
A heavy footsteps approaching the door.
knocks on the glass. Mrs.
, vaguely frightened only opens a small window of opportunity.
With bloodshot eyes, but calm voice, the engine speaks to her. Want to remove
fucking slow down, please?
Mrs. timidly raises his foot.
Get out.
The lady is hesitant. He looks around looking for support. Aid. And then resign. Open the door.
Looking down from the car.
Give me the keys. Give me the keys and go home, you and all those like you, you broke my dick. Stop it.