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Alright, maybe I'm the one who's wrong, but this thing gives me an indescribable disgust. And it's not a matter of "it's not my style"... it is my style, but it just sucks. For me, it's an offense to rock n roll this one. Nebrasak can actually be listened to with some effort... but the live... bbbrrrr... don't get mad, Grass, but I have to say it again when it comes to Bruss: crap. Really crap. Intergalactic crap, I hope they take it down, and let's stop suffering. :D

Ah, Shannon's brother, Brandon Doherty.

Sorry, but Dogherty... who is that? I searched on Google but I find pictures of 90 different people :)

Hal, if you want the disc, I'll keep it... even the deluxe version. Score Score... :D

Trell, I want to drink the ghetoreidd... because hitting Mauro will really weaken my little body and then I'll have an immense need to replenish the lost minerals. Ah... I go crazy for that one at Pompelmo Rosa, if you want to take notes ;)

I love exposing men because it annoys them, and it gives me pleasure to irritate those I don't like. If the guy you mentioned got beaten up, then he wasn't experienced. And if he stuck around while seeing so many people with clubs and bats, then he was also an idiot; if you're outnumbered and unarmed, then run away, and come back with a lot of friends and clubs (it's not "de-bullifying," it's a stick). If you're an expert in martial arts, it's because you spend time in that environment, and therefore you know others, dear fool. The most dangerous part of a martial artist isn't the martial artist himself but all his friends. Imagine facing an entire gym, dear fool, and see what happens to the groups of bullies, you idiot. In a city like Rome, there are also classes with 50 experienced individuals, and 50 serious martial artists are really quite dangerous. Anyway, I think Mauro doesn't exist, if you really want to know. He's a friend of mine who wants to mess with people. That's why he doesn't give me his email. The email has no legal value; it's just a way to contact him. Phone calls can't be recorded; it violates privacy rights, ignorant. If you want my cell phone number, my landline, my VAT number, send me a private message, and I'll give them to you, Giordano. Or you could also be Andrea... but I lean more towards Giordano. If you're not my friend either, then I'm sorry for you, because you've also said so much nonsense that makes me think you're a fake. But I lean more towards Giordano. Bye, idiot.

But if I send you an MMS, will you receive it?

Puglia, are you talking about the album Glory Times? Damn, I’ve looked for it a ton of times but it’s so rare to find, what the hell. I downloaded it and it’s awesome, there are 4 versions of Glory Box, each one more beautiful than the last. It’s a shame they didn’t remix the second one too, especially since it has much more distinctive beats than Dummy; they could’ve made something amazing. Come on, all together... long live honey with Nutella, soaked in vanilla cream <<< ...Cause nobody loves meeeee,
It's true, Not! - like! - you! - do!.... (eh) >>>

Wait wait... did you say 348 or 347? I wrote down the number, but damn it I missed the area code for crying out loud...

However, I wanted to clarify one point: when I undress you, I'll leave the Braille on. Maybe that's why you're not giving me your email... I'm starting to think of all possibilities.