giornata merdosa di cielo grigio. traffico malefico in corso buenos aires. la gente va per negozi con i suoi sacchettini scrotali del cazzo. io entro al cin cin bar. oggi jorge non c'è. meno male, uno scassacazzi in meno cui dare conto. tutte le volte, come sta signor egidio, come le va la vita...ma dico io un tir di cazzi suoi no? prendo una ceres, undici di mattina, non ho fatto colazione, mi nutrirà il doppio malto, caramba...già, caramba che sorpresa: lamiaminchia. sono già in tiro e la minchia si agita sotto i pantaloni effetto carpa appena pescata e sbattuta the bed. but that happens to me. some are like marathon runners, the more I advanced in years and become more resistant and horny and fuck no mention of a misfire. must be the ceres. or my grandfather, incorrigible chiavatore of yesteryear. the servants who came to him after they gave a little package. in eighty years when the key two or three times a day. had survived the viability of a bull at a bullfight. genetics, friends fucking wankers. never used drugs or chemical media, Roberto Malone Rocco Siffredi and make me a blowjob. maybe I'll be a less of them women, but certainly I have not paid. at least not all ;-). I sit in one of those fucking tables under umbrellas to protect from moisture that falls as a fallout of megacazzo. sipping my ceres. watch the world go by. a bunch of whores are more or less aware about the course up and down up and down waiting for the night, buying perfume, garters, thong, fishnet stockings. a lot of frills for men which does not arise anymore ondpercui have begun to take in the ass. a well-rigged red sits at a table in front. and I offer a ceres gallantly. no thanks, I do not drink alcohol, she said. alcohol? the ceres is not an alcoholic, the ceres is the princess of beers on top of the Michelin guides beers from around the world, is good for your skin and gives you energy, I say. really? she says. then recommend it to my husband. I do not know what to give, is always tired. Excuse me, ma'am, he tried to think-even if I do not know how he can view it as her pussy-that maybe he pours his energy on someone else? she looks like a monkey reflecting Alsatian front of the monitor of a shuttle. you say? ago. sure, I say. Nope, do not believe it, she said. And even if it was, who cares, can not remain even for me ... energy is less than forty years, he says. depends on the style of life. see, I am a senior, oh, I do not have any money, if I were an artist Bacchelli invoke the law, if I had more balls I made up to do another job to supplement his pension, but then, what my friend would say, not would yield more fireworks and imperial pirocudo that, I say. What friends? she said. lamiaminchia, I say. she bursts out laughing, and I feel that I was. it's no laughing, Lord, if he saw the work would understand that a Picasso or a Chagall, a tower of Pisa or a coliseum, by comparison, look out. is a dispenser of absolute happiness, I conclude the already too tired to talk. she watches me curiously, scans and I came to see high fuck pants excited at that point, as if the eel Christmas was still alive and well before entering the pan. fuck the beat saying. here, in fact, it's that matter, I do. you drink a bitter and smiling at me. is made, I think to myself, including some I invite you home. But she does, and who would have thought that, behind this old man does to me. I have a little more than thirty-five and fifty, but who has more, I want to stay forever fifties, the trick is not to think about and train your fucking life. but I do not have to do this work anymore. I enjoy my retirement. the miserable pension which is the pedestal of my dick. capita, is the boredom and the idleness of fuel just to fuck-imperial. then he jumps up and pay the waiter. look at me and makes me, goodbye. as a goodbye, I do, and my dick, I say, my dick, which is fine for today? well, she says, they saw a face, I have just been the hairdresser's, You do not want to ruin the messimpiega. au revoir, she said. fuck it, I say. for today I will have to feed my sink. there is no religion, fuck the women no longer of interest. then goes to say that a trans. Yes, I know, I'm the only one who fucks them without getting screwed. well, you want, that's why I do not pay. are the only ones left to women wanting to be serious, that's why I appreciate the art of fucking. I gotta go find Marusa, and have a little chat with her. I'm sure you will appreciate. we are a civilization in full decline, if a woman has sex for not spoiling the messimpiega.
Egidio
0 comments:
Post a Comment