sull'ararat my grandmother is a woman from another time, could not be otherwise ed'altronde because the voices that run for my hallway, the mothers who spoke on the phone with relatives - none of whom knows the true age of the venerable old lady, but young people - say they have eighty-four.
mo, when she presents here the first thing he says is the world coming to an end.
prophecy by preceding the Magnificat accompanied by a mandatory sign of the cross, Grandma says that when she was young things did not happen that happen now and she is made aware of him weekly probes that is the editor of vitavera .
when she was young mothers do not bleach their offspring in a washing machine, for example.
in those occasions in which the world than all its limitations, an event that occurred when amadeus has deserted the national network to channel five, grandmother kneeling invokes the message of the Virgin of Medjugorje and launches into sermons from millenarian to resuscitate Natuzza evolved.
I've always had a little 'fear of this deadly his vein - Beelzebub Represents often in the guise of a monkey (perhaps her grandmother read Stephen King) - and even more afraid the bushy mustache of Natuzzi, but thanks to the group of friends play-the-metal-Scandinavian I overcome this and then I can now approach the subject without fear.
then it seems that approaching Judgement Day, some say it all, including the group listening to George W. (Friends-of-the-bottle) and I must admit that I saw which has the long-grandmother.
years and years ago, when all of us sinners still unaware gloated in fun activities and slippery - the good old days of marathon night on regional channels and do not - my grandmother emilia addivinava already firestorms, Smerz crosses, animals speakers, Babylon in flames - citing peter tosh - rivers of tears etc etc etc.
held this diligence and reliability I now feel that they felt the most reliable source as the second coming of the son and the rest of the family, and so pompous as they are in the pit of sin, I thought that it is lawful I also tell my about Armageddon.
in the first place I thought Urga a dusting of the Bible.
preachers Americans also remain an aberration of Christianity nostrosignore say the lost sheep who would not want to see return to the fold, especially wearing a Hawaiian shirt, but they are right about one thing: you have to read the sacred texts.
cronacavera and also adds grandmother.
so I recorded starting with the history of the ten plagues of Egypt.
these punishments are ten plagues that God Almighty in His infinite mercy has inflicted on the Egyptian people because of some sin that escapes me at the time and apparently have already checked all of them. then we we should be in place but no, trusted sources, including my grandmother, believe that the wounds are again plaguing humanity.
I've thought, I think it's true.
starting with the fact that when three thousand years ago the water of Egypt has turned to blood, the Neapolitans had not yet developed the concept of organized crime but who have now recovered well verify with confidence that when you do not organic matter is our water is still flavored with unhealthy substances such as uranium.
but that has not wiped out as it has in fact cut off the Egyptians who have suffered the invasion of frogs. here, again we are not less because now we suffer from a surplus of Ukrainian women to regard what I have to open a parenthesis and lament their predilection for older men, as well as dyes expired, and the straps denim jackets with the svaroski I bump and not a little. Well I will consider myself a plague, because they threaten our coronary Granny with offers of unbridled sex, and those of their heirs who steal with impunity entire fortune in € with promises of devotion and fidelity. for me the great-grandmother must remain untouched, and so few live more year, although a little 'less happy, but these unscrupulous women seek in every way to bribe them by implementing the worst obscenities too performative wearing, marylin Noantri, drops on drops of the equivalent eastern European Surf shampagna .
though now that the borders have been opened we are all more tolerant and I return to business as the evils of the world past and present before I withdraw the citizenship.
So we still have a rain of fire, a plague of flies, the memory of livestock, hail, and grasshoppers.
now what do I know when rain from the sky and just set them this proof of the fact that our faces are all decorated with the August assembly of nice horns larger or smaller depending on the preparation of all our affected 'adultery.
the proposition concerning the invasion of flies is rather inferable. Unfortunately, my experience leads me to Naples to associate the image of the twin-hull sunglasses fredastaire that young people of these parts like to wear on Friday nights ed'altronde if we stick to the vague wording of most wild animals that also appears in some texts will we have good reason that the Neapolitan dancers something savage well have it.
incaloriti exuberant and foals that are nothing, and even annoying and hungry as locusts, then we are. try going to Via Manzoni five o'clock on a Saturday morning and ask for a croissant, you see the face of the bar bead of sweat and heart-rending cries rising from the kitchens after overnight armies of hungry rogues there have been looting stores that would also eradicated the problem of hunger in Mali.
also the memory of livestock refers to how many cows like me who fall prey to a hypoglycaemia are just above the deli for a pass and be witnesses of the fury that has preceded them insatiable.
in the top three of the wounds instead meet:
skin disease struck the Egyptian people
the dark surrounded by all of Egypt for three days in a row.
killed all the firstborn, including the son of Pharaoh
here think that maybe these are lacking, unless they freely interpret the skin disease herpes. in which case what I've got. I feel he is breaking on me lip, punctual as death.
and why? pointless question: is the manifestation of my nervous breakdown.
yes because I am officially exhausted. these four months as I had never come along every row.
today I threw in the towel: my nerves have hoisted the white flag and I risked drowning in a valley of tears.
that this is the darkness that my grandmother is waiting anxiously with a rosary in his hand?
you because you know when you say that most black of midnight can not come? eh, I want to be introduced to the person who put about this item, submit and then hit my compliments, very politely, a couple of slaps.
after midnight can always get an eclipse of the sun, nuclear winter, the explosion of a supernova, a black hole or the fifth dimension. why make it so easy just because nine times out of ten after midnight then comes the sun?
Terence
for example, that loves me, he is immediately taken care to show me the very existence of these variables and how far-fetched? by playing musical chairs. that would be me, him, the key ring and a supposedly random but still the third concubine who jumped out during the conversation.
the conversation, which took place last week, is summed up thus: yes it's true, I took the piss. the truciolones is my girlfriend. forget everything you've said so far about the fact that we left and you were the only woman in my life and accept your status as a lover, which in any case - and I quote quote-"I leave to go crazy for you" and I want to be "your distraction in the coming months" (op.cit.).
I said okay that both he and Mica is like the man of the year, is not he "is one way," "I have too many things to think about" then ours is a "potentially hazardous situation perfect ".
maria callas me a blowjob, and also all the friends of mariadefilippi who dream of becoming an actress.
was masterful interpretation, so likely that at some point I started I believe it and I told myself that at least are not horned.
but that is yet to be seen.
shame that today I am a person destroyed with two swollen eyes that look like a frog.
yet remarkably paranoid as to compete with not one but two women in crisis, I would send a little 'anyone.
so I wonder if after a few hundred centuries is not the case for updating the list of plagues and that would add an eleventh Then the masculine gender in its entirety (except jump and d.).
while I think I am in possession of popcorn, coke and clinex.
from my privileged position on Mount Ararat, where we make it we victims of Armageddon I shoot a dramatic feature film after another whimper, and glancing at that grim 'autism of my phone, which ultimately is more than ever affected by silence.
then no, if the eleventh plague of Egypt has affected you, and semilasciticancello thenotebook are not the answer. the sheet may not be enough. believe me.
then give them the benefit of the doubt to your parents and rubategli Sudoku from the bedside table. He will help you.
