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MEMORIAL END EXAMS


Hello ... is a bit that I do not do a post but I'm back to offer everyone a mega event ... 17/07/2010: SUPER FINE MEMORIAL TESTS

I would participate and that everyone but everyone also participate in an active way (you know what I mean)

If you need accommodation for non-residents in the center may be provided or if there are various impediments (exams) the date may be postponed!

PEOPLE WHO WANT THESE UP:

IO

CASTE

DDN

PEX

ANNA

LOLLO

EZIO

Pilaz

MICHELE

Drôme (ok, at least its moral presence)

MOROSO

CENCO

Locri (I do not know if it is not returned)

TEST CAPS

CAMILLA

LOSC (if possible)

excuse me if I'm FORGET SOMEONE AND PURE INSULTATEMI

But this time must be a Faron thing!

style birthday I would like to see DDN all drunk (Obviously not at the levels of DDN else goes wrong) and that all we have fun:)

I have given you a plenty of notice so you can prepare with your various commitments so that the evening runs smoothly with no problems whatsoever! I hope the proposal is beckoning you!

kindly give me your membership!

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Since a while I see nothing on the public will post a poem from a book ...^^


FARFUCIARBUGLIOSA

was cuociglia, and viscoflessì tlucà
girottolavano and socchiellavano in radozza;
invelini were all there Bigorio
and rabi vidas strofiavan in the throat.

- Farfuciarbuglio Watch out, my son!
Fangs jaws, pincers has the claw! Watch
're all'uccel Scrìoscrìo, and avoids
furimante Ghermidrillo!

He grasped then the sword fedefida
omivoro long sought the enemy .. Then under a
Dumdum in the middle of a prada
stood and pondered his handling on the very substantial. And while

rorutroso thought so and was, the
Farfuciarbuglioso, with eyes of flame,
sofolando PEL tenebrumido advancing forest,
beegheggii launching of a whole range!

Zif-zaf! One, two! Zif-zaf! One, two! With
fedefida cutting blade, cutting-edge of rasa!
Until he had died with so many ox
mozzatagli galutronfiò head home.

- The Farfuciarbuglioso have you killed already?
Come here in my arms, my son Fulgosi!
O day full of gribola! Chioce! Chiàchià! -
ridagghiolava So joyous in his heart.

was cuociglia, and viscoflessì tlucà
girottolavano and socchiellavano in radozza;
invelini were all there Bigorio
and rabi vidas strofiavan in the throat.