Sunday, February 28, 2010

Letters To Depressed Friends

from the pack ... Grottaglie

Grottaglie We leave for three machines on board.
Good pace and stop "forced" to eat pasta and beans (this time with the addition of pork skin) missed in travel farther. Some might say ... random power!
arrive on time outside the stadium, also expect the coaches and guests enter the area reserved for us. Searches to say the least detailed, large deployment of police and the "big brother" to take back entrance.
Well, shocking!
We are only 40, but all ultras, heavy and compact.
And all those who pretend to be "in love" with this shirt, where are they? the present, however, does not lack the desire to cheer the team and, thankfully, helps us showing off a spirited race not seen by any party.
the stands and collegiate.
sings, dances, jumps well over 90 minutes and also the range and end of the race.
Meanwhile in the gallery in front, virtually nothing except a few banner hanging (shocking!)
Let's go to the choir "tarantino piece of shit" not to forget ... NEVER!

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