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In fact, the physiognomic features taken on by the little one when wearing those glasses were worth, on their own, the price of admission...you really end up looking like a fool with those things on your nose! That said, it was fun (I don't think the work in question has any other purpose), the little one's giggle was like that of a simpleton, and that made me quite happy. So, if we really want to say something, it’s true that the acting by the carnivorous plant is clearly superior to that of Fraser, and if we're talking about babes, I’d prefer something with a bit more meat on its bones than the ethereal protagonist. But those are trifles. And, with even more certainty, I can say that no other review could better frame this hilarious nonsense.
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I agree, Fish. That's enough... I'm fed up with work. I'm going home and I wish you a good weekend in your quiet but desolate lands. I hope you find some tasty distraction to liven up this weekend. For me, it's movies on Saturday with the little one and a tournament on Sunday. See you soon, Fish, and say hi to patient Yosif.
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Here... you see Trota that we have something in common.
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We'll arrive at the match against ManU with mind-blowing pressure at this rate. If Inter didn't exist, they should shut down all the sports newspapers!
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It seems that to "spur on" our poorly defeated heroes in that Berghem locker room, he found no better way than to shout that the first championship was won in the office, the second without opponents, and the third only on the last day. I fear it might all be true. But why does Inter manage everything in such a haphazard way? And then, you shouldn't point fingers at the players in front of the reporters, for heaven's sake, it ends up that the team rebels... nothing easier with a president who is always ready to welcome a player under his loving wing at the first sign of protest. Damn, even Mou needs to take it a bit easier; he can't lose it like that at the first defeat. He must understand that at Inter, the team where balance and calm are certainly not in charge. And now let's dive into the irony and escalate the situation. When I pass by that area, we'll definitely organize something.
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Fish ... I think you can be the instructor!
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On skis, I'm a disaster. I'm waiting for that little butt-kicking monster of my son to finally get off his little bare bottom from the sled and decide to learn how to ski, so I can take advantage of his lessons and grab a snowboard or two for myself (which excites me more). For next winter, my wife and I were thinking of coming to those parts and avoiding the annoying hassle (I'm being repetitive) of sharing the same roof at the in-laws' mountain house (in Bergamo... horror). Ola Yosif, welcome back and well done on the review. I wish I could write like you. The Romans? Ridiculous as always. But have you seen in the newspapers Mou's outburst in the locker room after the defeat in Bergamo? If it's true, it's mind-blowing.
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No, I’m a quasi omnivorous sports fan, but I really don’t like rugby. I find it incredibly boring. Maybe it’s more engaging live. Speaking of sports, I want to wish myself a warm good luck for the squash tournament I’ll be playing on Sunday at the Forum di Assago! I'm pumped, damn it. If I don’t make it into the top five, I’ll take it out on my wife and kid, eh eh...
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It would be incredible if, upon reaching my fortieth year of life, I began to appreciate the infinite oenological possibilities that our Italian land offers us. As for beer, I enjoy it immensely. I love it. I even like that thick molasses of guinness.
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Coelum, I think you’re doing really well in terms of your habitat as well. But I’ll tell you something that will horrify you: I detest all wines. And I’m not a teetotaler, I just really don't like the taste!