No Bacchus.
God only knows what I want to be him, God only knows how I wish this was us fucking of his blogging when he complains about everything and everyone.
But no.
'm Luke. We
David and Luke. We are a triangle
useless without a summit.
And we are in tears in front of a PC with a dutiful obligation to make known to all that has happened.
The only way we could contact some people is through its outlet to the world, that these pages.
Carlo died, Christ is really dead.
And there's a shit to do, nothing that we can give it, nothing.
We have posted 3 pictures that we would remain in the memory of all of you are our last vacation together, I am of Bacchus, the real one.
For anyone who needed clarification or information gave our email addresses, do not hesitate to contact us do not claim an immediate response.
With love.
White Trash and Evil Bart
luca@dlbsux.com
dade@dlbsux.com
Adso
I've never been a big fan of the song is, however, Cherubini (Sunbeam) has always taken me well (that language GGgggiovane eh?) I will remember the summer of '99 on holiday with Bern, Cange and Teo (no bother when you show names / nicknames of people who do not know?) in a camping (I hate camping), Liguria (no beach but rocks = sux) and totally out of money and the memory of this holiday is strapositivo because despite everything we've made big laughs. However
is stuffy in here ...
Fuck you laughing? E 'traumatic for god, fuck who invented the viola.
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