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Maybe this book contains the secret of innovative ventilations (http://www.debaser.it/recensionidb/ID_15407/Julian_Cope_Peggy_Suicide.htm)!!. You have to lend it to me. Ah, what nostalgia…

You're a dude.

Of course she was "pregnant." And the word review is a bit strong in this context... but it is what it is, I’ll adjust to the level.

You're a real jerk. But like, seriously? Speaking of doghouse... Paraphrasing a great movie from my childhood, do you know how to tell if the Puni has been in the garden? If the trash is empty and the dog is pregnant. Hey there, big guy, give your little buddy a rub because this review is heading for 100 comments.

Here it is, now comes the swearing and gratuitous insults. You’re at the end of your rope, dear Puni. In the meantime, the "work" also contains a little book (probably unnecessary), as happens with everything published in Feltrinelli's "Real Cinema" series. You’re nitpicky only when it suits you, but please don't confuse "ounteggiatura" (!!) with spelling, my uptight friend: this latest outburst makes you more embarrassing than usual. And now tell me that we can't expect linguistic perfection, that we’re all just little professors, that we don’t understand the true meaning of these shopping lists of yours, that we’re all frustrated, envious of you, ugly, mean, and with bad breath.

I really like it, but with the images I would have tried to stick the notes of this album that I've been listening to these days more closely.

As usual, the arguments of dear Punisher, when someone appropriately criticizes him, have the consistency of the most flatulent farts. It’s not the first time it has been pointed out how your writings ooze populism mainly centered around lowbrow or tacky books, with the presumption of a “mission” that is frankly unnecessary and an originality that does not belong to you. Your way of speaking harmonizes well with the media frenzy that so tickles the masses, endowed with a pret-à-porter culture filled with pre-packaged and vacuous content. And when you even go so far as to justify first-grade syntactical errors, confusing basic grammar with “poetic license” (?!), then the picture is complete. It is you who is predictable, Puni, trapped in a pathetic and banal character. Go out for a stroll and let some fresh air into the rooms. Now go ahead and tell me that I’m your obsession, that I seek visibility by opposing you, that I’m boring and repetitive, that this post is number 48 (the dead man speaks, can you believe it! I’m a fake of myself and even dead!) and all those things behind which you hide your complete inability to engage in a serious discussion.

I've already told you, you think too highly of yourself. I don’t need any role here.. you’re the one with the hypertrophic ego. And it’s certainly not you who will tell me that I have nothing to do, can you believe it? Said by someone who posts over six thousand comments, a hundred or more worthless reviews, not to mention various assorted fakes. And I don’t only comment on your ridiculous reviews: can’t you see that too much scraping is bad for the little brain you have? Come on, big guy, go back to counting the comments on your reviews and make a nasty face at those who don’t like you and only exist because you exist. At 40 years old and beyond, that’s quite an achievement.

I'm back to "review" a movie... but maybe not? The usual pointless review with a provocative intent and a critique that's already been heard and repeated. As soon as someone criticizes you, like Giola, your wounded pride straightens up like Trentalance's minkia (who perhaps would have made a better referee), but in the end - when you get down to it - you convey boredom and a mix of mediocrity.

Drunkedqueen, let's come together to the sounds of Baglioni's new single. I will convince you too.