What should a poor constipated snail, ie: the angle of culture.
view of the fact that, due to Ebola, the Fraulein this weekend is close to my house to get fingering thinking of those who know her and imagining the usual boring orgies, and considering that I certainly attacked the vairus, is cow lean Bible which is nothing, to pass these monotonous days and rainy, I decided to give me the culture.
Lately, for reasons that I am to say, but that might have guessed (it says? Mah!), I am fond of the events of 'emperor (vah what a beautiful sound that is the word! Me pias! And the new Emperor of the Underworld , with 97% percent of the votes is ... Devil Keeper ... Milva! * Insert fanfare here in the stadium cheers and trumpets *) Roman Heliogabalus Heliogabalus was a character on
not bad!
Sin has not had the chance to meet him in time.
As soon as we pass this kind of malaria, Fraulein and I go to the library, type Kessler twins and we buy the super Elagabulus Arbasino. We decided that we will read in turn. I read the first twenty pages of her and then she reads to me twenty more pages and so on. And on the seventh day there pippia bath salts and kill all the writing on the walls of the neighborhood Barbie "Acid is Groovy, Kill the vakkas."
But yes, Heliogabalus.
Beyond his short-lived but intense, what is interesting is his death: according to some sources, was assassinated by the friendly people of Rome, in a latrine, a sort of Elvis-ante its time for the famous dead in the toilets.
I wonder if he, too, before being Mazzola, scofanando you were a hamburger sitting on the toilet? Son
good questions, especially in the morning.
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