Nothing tent of the mountain; Nimis gave us 2 towels 35 euro, the Pampero was untouched; abundant Tajada-Cola, kebabs, fried Take your salami made by Trica, the Moscow had a blonde wig and called himself Jessica; Cynar-Cola, the Demu directed the construction of the camp in an impeccable manner, rivers of beer, steak METAL, the Count said are disorganized and no longer pasquetta with us (we did not have a lot of Lennie and we do not know where to throw the waste); Ceto was, by his own admission, paved MUTANT on Monday because he did not appear in camp, I was triccheballacche; the girlfriend of Fregonese (zimula by Linda) drinks a lot, the Alpine was the hunt the hare, Gigi wanted to stretch up with Michael's car, had a super Gighen Teck Malanca for the occasion; there were few people in serious, have been implemented through twinning good Americano, Sunday night I drank the Tajada smooth, then I have memory lapses and a half until noon Monday; poor Helen, we had to go on loan salt , the drag race of the motocross is over for two reasons: a tumble of Julius and the arrival of two and seventy volunteer vigilantes super helix, the motion of the bass was not in motion (the repeated Gigi HONDA OF SHIT!) and the Count has fallen with the bike at the sports ground of Rosa, the Cito jumping the trampoline with the quad, Ceto said he was driving like a madman; Bolenga strangely broken jeans, entered into Zadro Police, your fellow Class Zoppola to greet you (do not ask their names, so Bolenga knows them), the Michael has made the kittens, all the smoke from the fire entered the camp, we had the computer, we had the boxes, we had the sound but we were missing the jack connect everything, nothing porn 'I years, the Brun dress party has not showed; Willion was on duty on Easter Monday, the Mino has taken a subulotto in black but you are not drunk; Bernava the Mayor had the flag of the PDS , who was kneeling behind the speaker, and they were pushed all, sooner or later, we ended up on the ground, we had very little fresh water, we finished our glasses, we had no farsora for the omelet, we had enough and we missed you or rather there is a failure to gird that "if I fall asleep Wake me up!, I CAN NOT LOSE EVERYTHING THIS YEAR EVEN !!!"...
Other thoughts come freely as they become available at the pictures ...
A thought is the proper duty Nicola Francesco Tricarico that in the second minute of the match on Sunday, broke his nose and was operated on yesterday morning, all eagerly waiting to receive good news of a speedy recovery. Hold
NICOLA AND THE CAVE TAJATE!
