Sanjuro

DeRank : 0,49
DeAge™ : 7516 days • Here since 12 november 2005
Butthole Surfers Psychic... Powerless... Another Man's Sac
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But why don’t you authenticate yourself? Do you have to send 5 messages with different anonymous nicknames to feel accomplished? Amerigo Vespucci was pointed out vs Amerigo Vespucci has a tricked-out scooter. At Christmas. In the best bars of Caracallas.
Butthole Surfers Psychic... Powerless... Another Man's Sac
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I make your little face blush with the tender words that spring from a pure heart, my beloved tau tau ^^
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Thank you for leading me down the path of the bionic metalhead, you are my pink road filled with honey-flavored orasschiotti ^^
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If you say so, bionic turd dealer, then fine.
Butthole Surfers Psychic... Powerless... Another Man's Sac
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100 100 100, Play with us, Mrs. TIZIANA!!! 100 100 100. And with us, the one and only, incredible Iva Zanicchi. A girl in the photo eating fontina, while preparing eggs with flour and having smoked a joint. Fotina Fontina Fatina Farina. And remember that nobody is perfect, you ugly bastards: Amerigo Vespucci has been stung.
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I should rest my elbow on the bar, you should stop raising your elbow. ^^
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Vic Sorriso is the ace of invective; Petronius and Martial are, in comparison, mere Catullian love poets! Vic, come back!
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Sanjuro: Sex M. Lives in Cagliari. Younger than Lady Sniff by 6 or 7 years, who lives on the other island, do the math! Shared passions: music, literature, cinema. My friend, I talk to her on Msn, and we have millions of things in common. I don't have any other identity on debaser, but clearly, those more seasoned will have already figured it out from the IP, which is always different, and it’s not that I go to comment and send reviews from internet points all the time just to have parallel identities to glorify me. Obsessed, yes; fool, no. Boyfriends? No, my girl lives here, but Lady Sniff and I adore each other! I’ve known this guy for 2 years, she for about a decade because a hyperactive classmate from high school passed it on to her, a classmate who later wrote an album that was also reviewed on Rumore, with vague buttholesurfy references from what I understood. I don’t go around kissing the asses of various Donjunio, Festwca, Lewis Tollani, etc., it’s just that I love the albums they shed light on, and they do it with style. That’s all. Whether I always score 1 or 5 on each review, does the review get better or worse? No. It’s always there, untouched :) The best reviewer on Debaser ever is Vic Sorriso. Total genius of invective!
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Oh yes, the older ones who create intellectual hierarchies based on age, like my grandfather... the Great Cazzpunticazz who feel strong because of the greatness of the music they listen to (Wow, even the Mars Volta and stoner! How avant-garde)... but you don't even need to talk to certain people. The next things I'll write will definitely be different, that's for sure, while you're stuck in your descriptive crap instead :)
Butthole Surfers Psychic... Powerless... Another Man's Sac
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I would get a facelift from Nino D'angelo, you would get some plastic surgery (I've seen the photo).