It 's a long time since I do not write on the blog, to excuse my part I would say that I come back late from work or in the middle I had to move to the new house. The simple truth is that we still do not have internet (yet the pen to my uncle who lives downstairs) and then write often becomes a mess.
To reverse the trend I want to tell my Christmas Eve, if you think you read a section taken from a story by Dickens, smiling with family around a fire, intent to wait to exchange gifts under the tree, you are wrong. But big.
How many years in my family is tattered consetuedine spend the eve at the home of my maternal grandmother in Castelnuovo Garfagnana, in the heart of the Apuan Alps.
Only as the years go by all, which inevitably leads to changes in costumes: 1-I
cousins \u200b\u200b"purchased" (or their relatives of mine) with whom I have always had a great relationship, because being males, gli argomenti sono sempre stati calcio, fiche e sbronze epiche. Ma, mentre fino a pochi anni fa il 100% delle discussioni incentrato sulle tette della Yespica o sul culo della Hunziker, magari parallelizzato a come dopo un paio di bocce di vino ogni ragano ti pare un angelo di Victoria's Secret, adesso mi rendo conto che parliamo un buon 60% di lavoro, un 30% della casa e del vivere da solo e solamente il restante 10% di cose importanti.
2-la mia nonna comincia a sentire il peso degli anni (è del '16), il che vuol dire non solo che è sorda come una campana, ma vuol dire anche che non mi riconosce da mio cugino Andrea. Il che non è poi così grave, se non fosse per il fatto che che quando mi ha scambiato per lui eravamo tutti and two feet in front of her, you saw "Star Wars II-L'attacco of the Clones"? More or less ...
3-daughter of my cousin is 14 years old very pretty, which perhaps gave the pearl of the evening: her former "boyfriend" (oh my God how old) was presented to greet the whole family. And believe me, it takes guts to sell to do so.
In reality more than to sell to throw their own, because the boy (a sort of draft of Zac Efron), he was so drunk that my cousin had to take him home in the car, but not before he had repeated his dinner in the world on a pitch down the road.
Now all the above, it happened while I, my mother and my cousin, all from wringing, sang our typical Christmas song:
Federico Fanfulla from Lodi,
knight of great renown,
was led by a 'in a room by a woman
easy to love.
And ride, ride, ride,
Fanfulla eventually collapses,
awakens the sad bitch:
"A hundred crowns you have to give me!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fanfulla replied, angry,
"Twenty shields I had already given, the other eighty
take them in culture "
Spend a day, two days, three days,
itching feels great bird,
cos' is this bad novel
Dide me that Mother Nature?
was called a doctor to cry
what was then said Fanfulla
here need to cut a ball,
if you want to avoid runoff.
The moral of this story
is summed with the law of Meng:
who takes it in the ass, if you keep it, if
keep it for eternity.
knight of great renown,
was led by a 'in a room by a woman
easy to love.
And ride, ride, ride,
Fanfulla eventually collapses,
awakens the sad bitch:
"A hundred crowns you have to give me!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Fanfulla replied, angry,
"Twenty shields I had already given, the other eighty
take them in culture "
Spend a day, two days, three days,
itching feels great bird,
cos' is this bad novel
Dide me that Mother Nature?
was called a doctor to cry
what was then said Fanfulla
here need to cut a ball,
if you want to avoid runoff.
The moral of this story
is summed with the law of Meng:
who takes it in the ass, if you keep it, if
keep it for eternity.
So what can we say? I love my family.
PS: the old and not know who Zac Efron, get it on the Internet is the idol of teenagers from around the world ...
OLD !!!!!!!!!!!!
