Bartleboom

DeRank : 35,89
DeAge™ : 7610 days • Here since 9 august 2005
Canon Ltd Binocolo Stabilizzato 18x50
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Just to say, last night I made a pasta with chanterelles, cherry tomatoes, and taggiasca olives that was incredible. I might just write a little review...
Paul McCartney Ebony and Ivory
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Nice review, great behind-the-scenes story. Of course, I only know the "title track," which I listened to endlessly thanks to my sister who used to play it nonstop on the portable tape recorder we had in our room. Well done.
The Runner Unbreakable
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The really sad thing is that you started writing this crap at 8 on a Sunday morning... Get yourself a job, a hobby, or at least something to make you go to bed tired at night. Or, even better for you, find someone to hook up with. And then send us this Letizia Calabrese from the interview to help us out too.
RIBALDO Armando er cavallaro
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Good job for posting it here. I found it in the list of editorials to be published, but every time I hit the second line I was fucking frustrated and postponed the publication until after discovering a cure for orchitis...
U2 Songs Of Experience
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No lapsus at all. You even posted it on Facebook and got it wrong there too. It's not a lapsus, at most it's a stipsis: you can't seem to shit outside your brain this songs of experience. This is proof of how harmful compulsive downloading is: you probably downloaded something by Hendrix together with this and the two albums got tangled up in your cerebellum. When I was gggggyoung, everything ran on time here, and we bought one, maybe two albums a month: there's no way we’d forget the title. And anyway, I really want to see how you fix the title now...
U2 Songs Of Experience
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You don't even know the title of the album. I feel ashamed. For you, but also a little for me. But mostly for you. Peppe-pereppe-pè.
Helmet Betty's 20th Anniversary @ "Rock'n'Roll Arena" Romagnano Sesia (No)
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I’m really sorry for not keeping you updated, but it’s been a devastating week and, to be honest, it completely slipped my mind. In fact, I confess that I only remembered while looking at the list of reviews... It’s truly a shame I couldn’t make it. For what it’s worth, I’m sincerely happy for all of you that it was a nice evening! I hope there’s another opportunity soon!!
Nico Tanigawa WataMote!
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I don't know whether to be incredibly happy about your return to these pages (among the most appreciated ever...) or monstrously terrified by the incredible "wall of text." I'm sorry, but I haven't read it all. The 5 goes to you, to what you have done for this site in the past years, to the amount of beautiful pages you've gifted us, and to the mountain of music you made me discover.
Massimo Volume Lungo i bordi
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And then this thing that this is the review with the highest De Rango on the site is a disgrace for all serious users who have a haircut that can be defined as such and haven't left their parents destitute to buy hair gel. I invite all those who, years later, still wonder what the hell these "semi-divine silver wigs" are to give it a one-star rating to restore some semblance of order to this site forgotten by Satan.
Massimo Volume Lungo i bordi
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It's not that he has disappeared, it's just that by nature he can only do one thing for no more than a season. During that time, he does ONLY that, then he discovers some dead asshole singer-songwriter from even longer ago or someone who lived even less than what he was listening to the previous semester and completely changes his tastes and habits. He went through the debaser phase and you couldn’t find a corner to take a piss without literally having him up in your face leaving comments full of emojis. When he realized that the only user he would ever get into bed with was actually a 54-year-old body shop owner obsessed with AOR who had registered as "Vanessa94", he changed his tune. Thus began the Facebook phase, and there he really showed his worst side, compulsively posting videos of Carmelo Bene and nonsensical quotes from Ukrainian novelists who write with their teeth because their hands fell off from the Chernobyl radiation. When he figured out that even the route of intellectualism through social media wouldn't provide an alternative to masturbation, he disappeared from Facebook too, and today his WhatsApp profile picture is of a seventy-year-old man. If he ever reads this comment: oh! I know I need to reply to a message from July, but I haven’t had time. But I should be passing through Turin before Christmas, and we can meet up. Bye! :***