My husband is a lover of festivities, remember some important dates (with some cue on the hands) but otherwise, zero, nada. But this year was the lighting: "Of course January for our family is always a month of shit !"... How to blame him: incazzature, work that does not fit, disease, quarrels, fog machine that does not go, millions of euro to be paid ... this past years! This year, we are touched: hospital, a machine that does not work, work removed, incazzature, rash, nervousness, fog, fights, high fever, horrible people, billion € to be paid. And we're only 22. Another feature of January is that it seems to never end.
Then, in January this Salento fuck and Cucchi (September 2008):
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