Since yesterday was a day when you could not turn in the car, I bought the newspaper and I have not read.
I read the newspaper just being in the car with the engine running. Never say that is not served by the Milanese.
I, when I want to do in Milan, I take the car and since I do not know where to go, the engine is running in the parking lot I read the newspaper.
Yes, I am a patent loafers. And it shows
being in the car.
Sure, there are some who might say that one has a car, but do not have a license.
There are also people who are deaf ears but, I'm going to say something mica. Especially not the ex
ears.
C 'is people who have the radio but not the machine. Maybe put it in the box, stuck in a wooden box with wire and he's okay.
Who am I to tell him not to do? However
.
Today you can go in the car while I was in the usual parking lot in the air to throw my two € gas station, I discovered that in Milan there is a lot of people waiting for the traffic-free Sundays to do things. In order
(scattered or not chosen by me):
Morello Sarcina Sgarbi Sinigaglia; Baresi Gardini Bocola Montanari.
Apart from the fact that I do not know who the fuck are just Baresi know him, but now is not that I care that much. These
here yesterday, I went all around to see the city and relax.
do not understand. I relax on the couch, not going around like a tramp Bonehead.
Sure, maybe later in the evening if I make my trek, I look in your legs, tonic, slightly hairy, hard, still beautiful despite her age (I'm talking Baresi), and I'm happy.
I have nothing to do.
So if I want to relax I walk up to Lambrate and back (20 km) and then I start to walk on knees to stay at home. My doorman
sprinkles the stairs of stone and salt Maratea just for me and I thank him.
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