Valeriorivoli

I like you RRRRRuugggé!!!

In fact, it really bothers me a lot and even physically annoys me. It's not exactly within everyone's reach (No hard feelings for those who don't listen, just to be clear).

And you should make me sick, hairdresser! Between Pupo and Daltrey, sorry, babhellraiser, but I prefer Pupo. I can't explain about my cousin's terrace parties from the 60s, not my own. And Daltrey would have been better off getting drunk and shutting up at that age. (The Who weren't that bad, I remember the film Tommy in the late 70s on the Roman private channels. But we're talking about 79, like a century ago. Enough with this stuff pleaseeeee, at least for the parties, crazy ex-hippies stripped.

little woman all den

Hello people! Iside: hi boy, I haven't done them all, you know I've lost count? It's the musical memory that brings them back to the surface. Dreams, summer melancholy.
x Ribaldo: yes, I wanted to talk a bit about my stuff, I was looking for a friend in the sea of debaser, this summer I've been feeling nostalgic.
x whocares: but this music is so outdated that I almost feel ashamed to talk about it song by song. What to say about the track L'ottimista, it was about Craxi, millennia ago, about Piero and Cinzia—Marley's concert in 1980!!
Or the Simmons drums or the little keyboards in the album? I found it the intimate turning point towards the reflux of Antonellone, already started with Buona domenica.
My favorite: Non è la cocaina, absolutely delightful in its Roman fried air!! federock: but viecce a Roma, bring a girl you like and make her bathe naked in the big fountain! and don't pay the fines!

I'm not saying Asimov didn't write great books, but the Foundation series is quite a pile of junk... meh!

I remember them!!!

Poser or teaser? Or nerd that is the true story of this dyed blonde who was quite the subject in high school?

I agree...

Scaruffi is a slacker... we can’t take him anymore, just like Asimov, Umberto Eco, I mean all those people who spend their entire larval life inundating us with toilet paper filled with their bookish nonsense, consuming tons of paper, I SAY: GO WORK IN THE SHITTY INTELLECTUAL BORGO FIELDS!