Saputello

DeRank ™: 1,47

DeAge™ : 7322 days • Here since 25 may 2006

Queen Hot Space

19 oct 06

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And anyway, since on the internet anyone can say whatever they want about themselves and we're all top-notch doctors with academic accolades working in management at Microsoft, but we have sound moral principles and sleep with 10 different girls every day, then I say: I BELIEVE YOU WALTER, YOU'RE DEFINITELY GRADUATED.

Queen Hot Space

19 oct 06

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Yes, they only hire you with your eyes closed, though. Because if they open them, they realize the huge mistake they are making.

Robert Wyatt Old Rottenhat

19 oct 06

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Beautiful, very good, extremely cool, to be distributed as desired among Reviewer, Robert, and disco.

Queen Hot Space

19 oct 06

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Oh well, that's very true. If the degree starts with "sciences of…" everyone trembles. Stories from another world, like the one where in communication sciences at my university, one exam consists of telling a story about a book. I’d rather have a barber's diploma than a degree like that. Which, by the way, doesn’t get you a job even if you perform propitiatory rituals. Unless you know Cecchetto.

Queen A Kind of Magic

19 oct 06

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Holy Christ! But did you read it?

Queen Hot Space

19 oct 06

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But let's face it, a degree doesn't mean a damn thing anymore. Especially since at some universities you earn credit simply by collecting points from Kinder and Ferrero snacks.

Queen Hot Space

19 oct 06

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Google just whispered in my ear: "maybe you were looking for: But how the hell does a group break through if all the listeners act like Wooferuomodellestelle?"
And I always side with Google.

Queen Hot Space

19 oct 06

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But how the hell does a band break through if all the listeners behave like Wooferuomodellestelle?

Queen A Kind of Magic

19 oct 06

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Alright, let's just say that these fucking queens are starting to drive me nuts and making my dick feel so much. The next person who writes a review of the queens, I’m going to find their home address, go to their house, print out all the reviews of the queens (about a ream of A4 paper), soak them in alcohol, scatter them around the house, and then set the paper on fire. Or I could borrow an atomic bomb from Iran.