Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Zippo Sterling Prezzo

? ... Right to privacy?

But there seems to be possible? There seems normal
that those who enter the parliament to work for us, paid by us, can claim to have a private life like anyone else?
surprise come the hyenas, are a dope test for drugs, the positive political and peck, the only thing that has resonance, the only the amentela is that the test was neither expected nor authorized!
One of the many guys that fill her head with stories about how important the family and how they are outrageous and unacceptable any other type of relationship, is caught in trans.
Another rubbish gets caught in the taxpayers' money on a yacht with coke and whores.
These guys are public servants, that work for us, they decide the laws that affect our lives.
They have no right to privacy!

I want their day is documented according to the second.
There should be no doubt about their good faith.
not absolutely have to say, do, think, something that can not be seen live and then can not be used or for or against them.
These individuals should not be entitled to a private life, also because their was a choice. No one forced them to that career, much less to earn all that money. So I think clearly legitimate claim that they can, beyond a reasonable doubt, have the utmost confidence. Given that a significant number of these people are been suspected or even caught him doing something that is not exactly in line with the life and values \u200b\u200bthat have chosen to follow and advertise. It seems obvious that it takes a drastic solution to remove from us all the suspicions that naturally emerge.
Especially when public officials, congressmen, politicians, senators and so on and so forth, they find themselves in situations surrounded by drugs (which made totally illegal), homosexuals (who are disgusted) and whores (also illegal, although for a bitch from time immemorial, will never work)!
I believe that anyone can talk about privacy, just that it should not decire of my life!
Lords dealing with laws, treaties, government money etc. etc. can not claim any kind of privacy, even in the bathroom.

the next, Lemik ...

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You know, you see



Look what we have always done, oil from drugs!

not just concentrate on the speech HEMP.

Realize that make us believe what is convenient to them!

Who? ...

you really need to say it to someone else who is speaking?

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Side Effects Of The Third Cervical Cancer Jab

Without the law created the price!

They tell us to worry about the people. Those gentlemen are monsters.
just what you put to govern.
If legalized, the price is lowered. We earn more so.
know how many people of their payroll, would lose their jobs?
know how many of them on the payroll,
of drug administration would lose pay?
I am an ignorant,
but read something written by someone who knows more! Read the article
Parlanti written argument to prose!
Turn a little, try to calculate!
2 + 2 = 4 ... always!

Saturday, March 17, 2007

What Causes A Wax Taste In Mouth?

Padlocks on the Ponte Milvio

was stupid, really no point in our minds that they should think of our welfare and security of our lives, and lose time in deciding to require that those padlocks on the bridge are a threat to the Milvio good taste. Also because if we look a little bit about the witness that there is still a little romance, is the least disturbing and distasteful that for now presents us with the landscape. However, after the blah blah of my blog, if the locks were to be cleared, I propose my article, and I want all rights. Because you know, that's fine romance, but to a certain point!

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Brazilian Waxing Prices

Soccer ... shit ... Simple

... I have a few ideas ...
I avoid talking about things that happened, happen and will happen in the world of the million or pallone.Ci run for the poor old pound, the billions. So, what do you expect, honesty and sportsmanship? Deluded! Here and now, I will speak only what I think of that world, of what I think of those limp cocks of the ultras and what I think of people earning on the skin of those who consider the victory of their team of 11 idiots who chasing something now inflated ball of shit, an event to justify violence and murder! Then pack of fags, you can not to go see a game without planting trouble? OK! solutions could be due.1) I'm sure that at least 95% of you, complains of its salaried work soon and blasphemy against the state. But bet that money to have SKY at home found them! On the other hand, as you can live without Sky, vital tool for the lover of calcio.Bene, matches are played from now on behind closed doors. Arrange to see them in your little house, to see if you split your fucking shit, knock your wife and your son, so that certainly is a fan too! solution without cracks, except for the team officials. Who have given evidence that tragedies, deaths, bars and exercise balls with fly hood are allowed, rather than having to change the fees and figures. Even if you think about it, including personal sponsors, team sponsors and television rights, large numbers are reached ugualmente.2) Played in open court, but with stadiums bunker.Mi explain: no checks, receipts calm but inside you will not find any kind of comfort.Nessuna poltrolcina, no bathroom, no sales of food etc, etc ... Stadiums fortified in order to ensure the safety of the teams and also to ensure that no one can leave without adequate control. It remains locked in until the eventual casino is not over, through all, one by one, the control of polizia.Che can check the clips filmed by many cameras placed so as to control every inch of stadio.Vediamo in those who have the courage to plant casino with the certainty of not being able to go out if someone makes something wrong, I am drastic solutions, such as drastic, very often, the actions of ultrà.Ma how do you let this go on football cosi.Aggiungo also my compliments to whoever thought to know that the cause of this violence, the banners and have them vietati.Sicuramente this will change things ...


But go fuck!


By Lemik ...