Like really, I do not have much else to do, like really, I take a certain pleasure to waste your time and be really, I can not do anything it is more intelligent before he swallowed a hectolitre of strong coffee, I am here to paste a weak but loving my columns, as we would stick a little slap the buttocks of a pretty young lady that you are always in season. Yep, the chronicle stupid as you prepare inexplicably play entitled "Be Italian."
So there will be a sham, fashion, ice cream, the blink of an eye, the smile, the mozzarella, the flirt vaguely rude and Parmesan. Note, this definition could apply to many of my publications ... What do you have it in my blood. A quarter of my blood to be precise. So I put parmesan on a quarter of my columns. For show and flirt vaguely rude, I put everywhere parcequ'avant to be Italian, I'm still a fool associate.
Most observers of my profile facebook, or those experiencing frustrations with the automatic delivery of my publications on their wall, dressing will have noticed that my seasonal virtual person (I sold my avatar to science, so I had to create a new one on facebook) is in the colors of Italy. Like I went 2 times in my life that I do not speak Italian, I built this skin on rough blocks, which is much more meaningful to everyone, and definitely more convenient.
all started when mobile without valid I started to listen alternately Cutunio Toto ("l'italiano") and Claude barzotti ("I'm rital and everything else ") to the gym. I started to tell me that something was happening in me enough to make it unhealthy and interesting that I share with people I barely know. So, as the windows of Lafayette Haussmann (or Auntie Barbès, on the spur of the moment), I jumped at the first tremor of an outline tends to be a must on my facebook page. Note to the famiglia Bettinelli: Christmas 2010 will be Italian. It's done. It gives us nine months to sample all sorts of existing Tiramisu. Note that this
Italian dressing follows a too short dress beachboy California port with the tank above the chest, which was slightly ahead of its time. Not that the world is not ready for this aesthetic trend. It plutpôt weather Rennes which is lagging behind. Not wanting to risk a hay nipples, which everyone knows can lead to complications somewhat embarrassing, I put this look (temporarily) in the closet, drawers with Star Wars.
you object fitting that even repeated listening to dusty two tubes is not sufficient to start a trend. My friends quiet y'all the foundation more solid than this.
It took two tubes and a dusty turnip U.S. to convince me of the merits of my new addiction.
Last Saturday, while leaving a skinny dance classes and seeking an excuse to brutally m'enfiler 400g m & ms, I decided to go sit in the dark before "nine". Critics are particularly abysmal, I told myself that no potentially interesting intrigue should come and disturb my tasting m & ms.
For the plot, I was right, nothing suggests that it is indeed a film common sense of the term, ie with a history, ideas, etc. .. Instead some lovely views, such as wigs in the Minestrone (Italian version and exuberant hair on the soup), somewhat diverted my attention from my dear peanuts (no, I do not keep the package of m & ms between my legs The chocolate will melt). So between a few lines, fortunately rare, pathetic dialogue, there were music videos involving celebrities sensual, aesthetically happy, and outrageously vulgar, and I was awfully pleased.
First there is the song by Fergie, the Black Eyed Peas moth, which is a source inexhaustible inspiration. Fergie says she'll "be Italian," and as she took 20 kg for the film, you obey him, and you're italian Prompto much as you can, lest it sit on you. Because she works as seen from his chair in the clip, you have a little afraid she'll do the same thing. For fans of extreme sports, however (like me who likes to feed the emus in zoos), it is dangerously exciting. So it gives a lot of tips to be more italian. Eg 'Try to Give My Cheek pad, and it shows you how to caress her cheek she wants (we are happy that there a user manual), or "When you try to pinch me pinch me Where There IS fat." And we understand why it took 20 kg before the film's naughty, because for once the phrase can be translated as "clamp me absolutely anywhere, wherever you want, really, in every corner, and when you want . And I do not eat anything that's brownie since I need to finish the remains of my evening MJ, I become rather pinchable as a boy. Fergie, I forgot to mention it plays the role of a prostitute who works in a hut on a beach. And I find the concept very interesting business, because the prostitute is better but they are still the squalid quarters station. While there on the beach is much more convenient, as long as you have no sand everywhere. To recall it is Italian, she hit her buttocks with a tambourine, and to show that it is at the beach, she throws sand in the face from time to time. The whole is much titillating, and I like the image that refers to the Italian woman. I think I'll drag a tambourine in my beach bag for summer.
Another shattering experience during my passion boulottage peanut chocolate: the number of Kate Hudson. First we like as it is subtly integrated the film. It is an American journalist, Vogue, who has interviewed the filmmaker. So instead of asking questions she sings in the butt stock. Ah, these Americans, what professionalism! And any American that is, as she works for Vogue, she understands the essence of Italy, not olive oil, but to fashion. So she sways on a podium in a silver mini dress style sixtiesqui rpesque I would forget the miniskirts girls "Whip It". It is true that in Rome, the sidewalks are catwalks, and whether to move in Rio footprint is a line of samba is on parade fashion that runs through the Italian capital. To go to the forums? You take up the parade plaza di Spagna Gucci, Ferragamo and then to St. Peter, Fendi and brings you in the forums. Yes I made a little detour, but I love the Gucci line. In good journalist Vogue, Miss Hudson does not fail to tell us how the transition will be an essential accessory for the summer: the Italian cohort of boys. Indeed, while it quietly goes to work, the impression to the Prada fashion show Plaza del Popolo, Kate comes with a sling load of pretty young people aesthetically intelligent, judicious molded in black suits that also bent, as it should be complemented by dark glasses, and rolling the basis for its continued distributing smiles boys play ... Basically, it is accompanied by a number of "official people" . I'll soon organize a casting for me be my own cohort of Italian boys, hoping that there will be more candidates than when I'm looking for extras for the classic ballet!
few memorable images from the rest of the film: Penelope Cruz, who expects her thighs apart, Marion Cotillard, who is the actress, as if she was in a real movie, and Nicole Kidman Chanel makes the pub and then goes away. It is a very bad movie that I loved, and since I swapped to the gym my hat starwars against a pair of sunglasses.
That's the film critic of the moment. Next week, "leisure", which could also impact on my interesting lifestyle. Admittedly, I used often enough to sing "banana pineapple and coconut" (video link on my FB profile) with a red boa, but he could now that I started to ride a bike naked. If you do not understand the reference, you obtain the most soon the DVD of that other cinematic masterpiece.
But questions remain in the background picture fairly trivial, and it is time to address issues much more serious about you all, starting with this issue that torture you for weeks: what is the next cap I will bring to the gym? Well after
cap Ricard, that I had to sell to a fan at the edge of scuicide, Starwars and cap so remarkably attached to my pants, the cap is a cap in March 2010 ... Mr. Bricolage, red farting. Thank you Alain. It will obviously be worn with a pretty blue overalls embroidered studs and nuts. The first one who name is Mario Bros., I exploded. Whatever, Mario IS italian ...
Moreover, the thief of my iphone still running. I cordially invite you to the accusation, because I think increasingly the world to impose collective punishment. Nothing like a good hit here to cheer. I breed indeed in my lab a secret team of super-transgenic female moths laid for Castagner rollerblading. And I spend my nights with their knit mini skirts ...
I also launching an appeal to Miss Barrymore to suggest to make the rest of "Whip It", but ice this time. The skating is fun, but moths are much tougher when they have razor blades on his feet. Also what could be more rock'n'roll than the world of synchronized skating? This is the makeup of the team from Iceland who have inspired her vocation Marilyn Manson. The hectolitre
coffee beginning to end, I feel self-censorship rising in me, so I publish this post before my conscience compels me to erase it completely.
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