Friday, November 12, 2010

Installing A Boat Toilet

Post Trauma

Only today I have overcome the trauma known as "Fucking-Lucca-Comics-fucking-Game ... fuck."
I prepared an outline of the days that I have seen to survive in that maras, but I did not lose time, it would be boring and most of all, I'm trying to forget!
I just say:
Huge queues in the car, File, Rain, Files, Fool, File, Cosplay (which give some color at least), Fool, umbrellas in your face, File, File, Rain, rain, showers , Crowd, Huge File, File giant endless trouble ... ... Rain, File, mad, mad, File, DESPAIR, File, fuck strategic shouted to the sky and ends Lucca.
I have not seen a * Beloved, I did less and the booty was loooong low.

thank: Richard
for infinite patience, Giulio for joining us and especially Julia, who jostle beside me.

Sorry:
than I expected and I have seen it coming, those that I should spend more time.

Special thanks:
responsible for the bracelets Hall C3 Piazza Napoleone, who made us lose a whole day. "You're a figliodituamadre .."

Summing up the main thing is being done anyway, but next time, I organize a dinner!

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