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DeAge™ : 7446 days • Here since 19 january 2006

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Cristina D'Avena 18

17 feb 06

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great love, I really liked this recipe a lot, next time I want you to review the pasta e fagioli.

Oasis Oasis

15 feb 06

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Fortunately, those are never lacking on Debaser, my minchiadura companion!

TAMARISK POEMS ----------------------------------- ------------------------ My Dentist ----------------------------------- ----------
My dentist is a mustachioed man/
and in the neighborhood he is quite well-known/
he pulls teeth and it hurts a lot/
people call him ''the criminal''/

When he has to pull a tooth/
he uses a particular technique/
he gives the customer a punch/
five or six slaps and a big shove/

Then he chases him around the room/
making the sound of an ambulance siren/
finally, he pushes him onto a bed/
opens his mouth and gives him the drill/

And while the customer screams and begs/
he with the pliers yanks the tooth out/
too bad he's a bit cross-eyed/
and often pulls one tooth instead of another/

Oasis Oasis

15 feb 06

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TAMARRA POEMS ----------------------------------- ----------------------- The river goes -------------------------------
On the riverbank/
a man and a panda/
the river flows slowly/
and the man is in his underwear/

with the water rinsing/
on the bodywork/
the panda is purified/
of all the dirt/

then the man with love/
rinses his cloth/
the panda is now clean/
of all the garbage/

The sun sets/
with its last ray/
and the man has saved/
the coins from the wash!/

Oasis Oasis

15 feb 06

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great companion minchiadura, the Oasis inspire thoughts of depth. And so

Lisa Stansfield Biography

15 feb 06

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TAMARRA POEMS ----------------------------------- --------------------------- 'O Puorco ----------------------------------- ---
How beautiful you are today, pig/
out in the countryside/
I enjoy watching you/
the day you eat/

You gorge and eat a lot/
lying in the filth/
this is why people/
call you 'o puorco'

I admire you from afar/
because you have no shame/
the food that you eat/
turns into all grease/

People don’t understand/
that this is your job/
and the more you stuff yourself/
the more they will eat/

Amid cicoli, prosciutto,/
lard and little bits of fat./
I can only say this:/
- 'o può, how beautiful you are! -/

Oasis Oasis

15 feb 06

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TAMARIC POEMS ----------------------------------- ---------------------- My Woman ----------------------------------- ----
My woman is very beautiful/
she resembles a star/
has a rosy face/
and a very cheerful smile/

Sometimes my woman/
goes to the countryside with friends/
and in the evening when she returns/
there's someone who accompanies her/

The other day I caught her/
inside a slightly fogged-up car/
she was with a friend of mine/
whose name is Ludovico/

Come out! - I shouted at him/
Ludovico looked at me/
then he said without shame:/
- hey, buddy, you got horns! -/

Oasis Oasis

15 feb 06

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TAMARRA POEMS ------------------------------ ------------------------------ ------------------------ My barber ------------------------------ --------------- My barber's name is Giggino/ he runs the shop at Piazza Mazzino/ his place is always full of people/ who want perms and hairdos./ Inside Gino's you read in the morning/ the diabbolicco and the topolino,/ you chat with the stylist/ while you check out the legs of the manicurist./ And Gino cuts with his big scissors/ all the hair of the old man and the guy/ while in the showcase there strikes/ the naked photo of Cicciolina./ The place certainly isn’t elegant/ But at least it’s not that dull;/ In fact, it’s written on the sign:/ - three thousand lire for a trim! -/

Toto Toto

15 feb 06

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senior86 are you serious? I mean, personally the definition of the pile is even too generous... the Eagles are worth at least 2...

Lambchop Is A Woman

15 feb 06

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Love, I see you’ve adopted a different tactic: instead of the initial of the last name, now you put the date of birth or the full last name! Clara 62, Matteo Morganti... but who the hell are these people? But I love them all! I also invite them to the de-meeting in Caserta, where farts catch fire to the rhythm of Poink Floys. And now a shot of love for the fake!