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Christmas at home and here I am still

My dream is to run an insane

film series X (B would be too) zombie.

"Christmas with the zombie" is the suggestion of C., faithful friend and

zombie-fan.

But you imagine a Boldi Zombie grappling with a

sciacquetta all tits and no brains and he

disgusted by the lack of gray matter with background

new hit Lady Ga-Ga?
Christmas Laughter guaranteed!

These were my thoughts while cleaning the house, which I do only under strict and urgent need because they are not accustomed to the slightest care of the home ...

indeed, say that I do a little bit sick today and that seemed

a field of battle.

rolls of dust by now had become aggressive and even

fled when chased threatening them with a vacuum cleaner.

Here, the spring cleaning I've never even practice is to Christmas.

say that today I was forced by the fact that I mount

that whatever information that would be the Christmas tree, a tree of the 80

metallic gray color as the Mercedes Director of company pension .

I hate the Christmas tree and even more hate Christmas shopping and people-

stupid zombie that rushes to invade the city every cm2

who has a shop or any rubbish to be trimmed to relatives and friends .

Unfortunately I have to be like any poor make gifts, to be admissible, it is to make the tree

because with two children at home tap tap ... especially my nerves.

Here, you should know that I have a couple of children and to outline

even a husband.

The first is a subject of seven years blonde jag dry eyes that stretch

but above all feature a rather impetuous temperament and a fantasy
as to compete with Tim Burton, Tarantino and Romero.

The second is a sweet princess, really diabetic coma, with long blond hair, Barbie

all, necklaces, makeup, clothes and hated .*

Hello Kitty's husband, aka Matz, and comes from GRANT Cerman part to be like all the men

(A big pain in the ass) is a chef, so we eat and well .. at least that.

Ordunque, being the husband tetesko often touches us in the Christmas GRANT Cerman.

"Sticazzi, from fear," you say.
A beautiful blanket of snow, mulled wine, caramelized peanuts, markets advent idyllic.

but no.

Christmas in Cranta Cerman equivalent to 8 days barricaded in a house in town

NOTHING to do a kaiser or fan the balls and snort

all day and come stuffed full of food impossible.

Then above all there are in-laws.

The laws do not even know what is a PC

The laws do not have the dvd player and cable TV in the living room there is only controlled by their in-laws having

I do not have a book and thus forces me to bring along an extra load

I in-laws are stingy and you can not turn the heating on and off is -20 ° C

The laws do not have sense of humor (like all the Germans)

The laws are pretty darn serious

laws

I always say "yeah, but is difficult "

The in-laws complain

The laws are pessimistic

Here, they always manage to sink to the mood and self esteem so

low that you see already ferried by Charon and I just this thing does not hold water.

According to their personal prophecies of the Maya were great ass and did not understand a fucking

(po'questa what a share), the reality is that

life is shit

the financial crisis We invest with the power of Galaxy Express

our children are the losers we are all wrong

no one can ever afford even an aspirin and hospital care

will be servants of the Chinese and we will be deported to Africa

we will not have a pension

we old, alone and poor

Ordunque, since not enough to clarify the picture nice vacations, nice these discussions always take place after 18 (time at which they sbracano and give their best to harass), accompanied by a their glass of wine (the undersigned declares openly

teetotal) and the point is the highlight of the evening by mumbles and sighs while

are pronounced the sad truth.

From 21 to 29 so I'll be in the abyss of sadness and I can not even Christmas

drink to forget.

At most I'll bring the laptop to write a little ', I will be uploading of several new books and I'll give

all'abbrutimento.

For Matze is different ... they are his own and though they may shit the fuck loves him.

Then after all he has developed over the years of the fabulous

wax plugs that do not allow him to hear the epic of pity, so while I

color change, barks (shouting in German is always a terrible figure )

I oppose and suffer, he only eat, drink, smile and nod.

How many years will pass before that my ears are so dirty and

resistant and my spirit will be seen to do so bullshit

m'arimbarzino him?

Ommmmmmmm Ommmmmmmm

* Hello Kitty is said to be a satanic figure.

Tests:

http://nonciclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Hello_Kitty