Eluana is extinguished - Despite the intervention of the divine dwarf cock. For a couple of days in this part there is a plethora of thoughts, criticism and invective. Each side has produced its own opinion and I quietly take me clean my ass ... because ethics - from the world began - out of the mouths of politicians? Only they who should be ashamed to open his mouth so are immoral in their opportunistic behavior. And
Okay, we have become accustomed ... we women, I mean: every time there is really something important to say there are silent, as dazed in front of the vaunted off a pair of fake designer slippers. The strange thing is
che magari fino al giorno prima ce ne stavamo lì a far prendere aria a quella cavità vuota a perdere.
Quel "CERVELLO" dice che Eluana potrà perfino partorire e nessuna si scomoda a ricordargli che l’unico necrofilo autorizzato ha partorito 5 manager rampanti in casa Mediaset… perché, diciamocelo, senza troppe sottigliezze: Veronica da tempo ha cominciato ad assomigliare ad un utero in affitto… perché di certo staccare la spina ad Eluana è immorale e poco cristiano, mentre ingravidarla da morta è un gesto di grande umanità e cortesia. Fermo restando che – fortunatamente - non potrà rivolgersi a nessun avvocato per tentato stupro. Silvio sei un mito… Peccato che tu sia ancora in life ... could rise to immortality after a shit like that.
I know, perhaps the ethical and moral arguments are not for us, we just need a copy of News for 3000 or assisting friends to give meaning to our existence. But we must not despair, in these days of media noise Santa Valeria - Lolly for friends - take advantage of the new mystic and passionate enthusiasm for revealing the news of the year: this year, in addition to not marry and not to enter politics (we lack just talked about the new bra) says he would like to devote to the other ... as Maria Teresa of Calcutta.
I read and reread the news convinced a few typographical error very similar to a blood clot in the brain of the editor, then all doubt vanishes. Our friend, after trying to perform the miracle of its sales from sexy lingerie shop, try the card of the saint ravine from which to launch in the throes of an involuntary amnesia.
To her, the holy from the holy silicone, I address a heartfelt prayer: Dear you, but you do not think Essert dedicated enough to the other? Do not you think the bear finch flaccid Cecchi Gori already sufficient to activate the process of beatification?
But let it be, you poor thing; discourse on the Marina is like shooting the ambulance a few feet away. Never mind also the cup Veronica easy, let alone also Ventura does not object, let alone the Carfagna did not mention even a yelp, the only Santanché who hopes that his son is not gay ... and never mind all the women in this situation could have their say, but who preferred abdicate in favor of the last fashion show in Milan.
Once again, we could not speak and we did.
And I keep wondering why?
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