Tatoo Ideas Marine Cancer Survivor

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Non ce l'ho fatta. Stamattina sono andato da Creativo n.2, era nella Saletta Ristoro, stava sorseggiando un 32 e mangiando un 41 ed era impalato davanti al distributore automatico di snack che fissava il 24, o il 25.
– E va bene, dimmi chi – gli ho detto, cercando di mantenere la voce calma, ma la mia voce era ugualmente piena di piccole crepe, avevo finito i NonCiPensare.
– Chi, cosa – ha he replied, monotone, without even looking at me.
- Who you know is dehumanized in the area near the old TV repeater. Creative
No.2 for a moment he smiled, betraying.
- not "who", but "what."
- What?
- not "who", Bandini. "What" - he repeated.
- All right, then "what" is dehumanized in the area near the old TV repeater?
Only then turned to me.
- The data center.
- The data center?
- The data center.
- The data center Clebbino?
- The data center Clebbino.
- The data center is Clebbino Zone dehumanized?
- The data center is in Zone Clebbino dehumanized.
- The data center Clebbino is dehumanized in the area near the old TV repeater?
- The data center Clebbino is dehumanized in the area near the old TV repeater.
- The data center Clebbino is dehumanized in the area near the old repeater TV uona Ghena uona uonciu Zigo Zigo Zago flip?
- The data center is in the Clebbino ... hey, what do you mean?
- Nothing. It was a tailstock. How do you know?
- And you, as not you know?
The thing was becoming unnerving.
- Do not fuck with me. The location data center is top secret for security reasons - I said.
- Creative n.1 told me - he replied, nonchalantly.
- Oh yeah?
- Oh yes.
- Yeah.
- today.
I was silent.
- Come on, say it - he did, after a while '.
- No.
- Courage.
- No.
- exudates. "But Creative # 1 is dead", say it.
- Dead? When?
- Look asshole. I've broken them all, with these games, chat, piss piss, strategies, so I'm not, of course. So here I was groped in the toilet to expel a big ass sword-shaped, nell'antibagno when I heard the voice of our leader and voice of the head of our leader, our leader and the head of the local side was saying something like "I told you so to those of strategic direction to refer the cassibernati in the data center was fucked up, that are months old repeater TV is infested with lichens, as Do you want us to even get to the datacenter, and after just a short-circuit "and so on.
- I can not believe it.
- Yeah, who would have thought that the data center was in the area dehumanized?
- I do not want that. You really made an ass-shaped sword?
- Grosso so - said, mimicking the length with your hands.