JimMorrison

What does age have to do with English, and besides, the institute is American and is actually called that. And then, Google is enough to solve any problem even for those who are underfed; my intention was certainly not to divert or confuse you. However, you have to admit that someone your age with such abilities absolutely deserves to be featured on the cover of the scientific publication, don’t you think?

As for Gore, he has wives scattered all over the planet, just like a harem! And are you the favorite?

What do I do for a living? I study cases like yours, draw conclusions, and then send my publications to the National Institute Of Dick Heads. Of course, the pay is excellent, I can't complain, I even have Saturdays off, but I enjoy the work so much that I don't switch off very easily. Would you give an interview?

Are Depeche Mode dangerous at 16? Are you worried they might put him to sleep while riding his bike with headphones on? Ollamiseria, I hadn’t thought of that… Or are you talking about the violence in the lyrics? Or the power of the music? Or Gore’s sexual deviations? Or drugs? Help me save him.

But how much do they pay you?

<<<Yes, I return the favor.... you get too worked up Jim, don't waste your energy! >>> I get worked up? But you make me enjoy myself like crazy, more than the little figurine that dances and sings on my uncle's car mirror, the one with the cheese wheels. Never stop.

I am a respectable 47-year-old who deserves great respect because I work, not like you lazybones, and on Saturdays I seek relaxation. Happy, el minchietta?>>> You’re a bisciù!

<<<I don't want to be a pain in the ass to anyone...>>> Damn if you don’t mention me in every post, even in my absence you’re not happy. Ciola. <<<I just want to have fun between one effort and another... I work a lot>>> What, do you work as a clerk at the municipality or the region? Ciola. <<<Depeche Mode are the best band on the planet, without a shadow of a doubt>>> Said by others it could pass as an ironic comment, but not by you. Ciola. <<<I don’t listen to any other crap, only if I come across an album that's been highly recommended, certainly not by DeBaser!>>> It’s clear you don’t listen to anything else, otherwise, it doesn't add up. You really don’t know music; you’re a brick. Ciola. <<<Then you can always believe I'm 15....>>> From the way you write, think, and reason, it’s obvious you’re not. Otherwise, you’re mentally delayed. Ciola. <<<I laugh at the mere thought.... if I were 15, I probably wouldn’t even know the Depeche, and I certainly see kids at concerts, but I’m perplexed about this...>>> I've known Depeche Mode for 14 years, so back then I was about 12. My cousin is 11 now. Among the thousands of records lying around the house, guess what he asked me? Ciola. <<<In my father's day, there was the gramophone, not CDs; in my time, packaged vinyl, in your time, CDs ready-made, if not downloads.... you even said it!>>> Fausto Papetti rulez. Ciola. <<<I don’t know who Francis is. Look, Trucido, the points were: speak in Italian and don’t say silly things. After that, you can comment as much as you want; you’re free. I'm not racist, otherwise I wouldn't set foot here.>>> You speak Italian? You? And then: you're not racist? You never miss a chance to leave stupid comments everywhere. Sexyajax had more style. Ciola. By the way, I almost forgot: did I tell you you're a ciola?

Breathing is a real laugh, your true problem is the lack of incisiveness in your responses, the complete absence of any sign of intellect in your annoying behavior, you just can't do it. Your way of reacting shows the presence of a 15-year-old child behind the keyboard and not a 47-year-old man that you’ve pretended to be. Admit it, be honest with everyone, you’re a little fool who has spent years listening to dad’s CDs (shitty CDs, I mean) and since you discovered DM, you think your life has changed radically, sacred monsters of modern music. I can't argue with you because compared to all the crap that comes out of your stereo, Ghan&Friends are the best band on the planet.

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