Someone has stolen my password, entered in my blog and is writing another dimension, in which the team would have beaten the village this evening without any major problems (focus, beyond the suffering of fan who does not watch the game with his head, but with the belly) the battleship Renon, who until a week ago we had beaten 17 times out of 18. In that other dimension, the team of the village would then lead to 3 to 1 in a series of playoffs. Unbelievable. In fact I do not.
In this photo the head of the curve of the children, who works as a pizza tonight (Saving Silverman as ever prima) accusava un fastidioso prurito al gomito, che lo ha ripetutamente portato ad alzarsi di botto ed a grattarsi furiosamente la parte interessata dal prurito. Dice che il prurito glielo aveva causato un certo Bruno...
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