Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Football Players In Their Jock Straps

Mr. B. (And April 6) Festival


Mr. B. me being obnoxious.

Mr. B., a year ago, scored the go-ahead for his TV commercial only thanks to Mr. C. (Which, I suppose, has given generous reward).

Mr. B. is then entered politics only and exclusively for not going to jail.

Mr. B., in retrospect, also came into politics to give a sop to his megalomania.

Mr. B. was made to pull, stretch, grinding, polishing, dope, and who knows what else.

Mr. B. has in mind a helmet shaped like bitumen Big Jim (a big thanks to Marco Travaglio , I could not find better description).

Mr. B. he goes around all swollen and puffed up with its internal heeled shoes and her double-breasted questionable.

Mr. B. is ridiculous.

Mr. B. based on his entire political epithets as "communists" and "left-wing magistrates."

Mr. B. has a guilty conscience.

Mr. B. is terrifying figures with foreign leaders, shouting behind Obama and organizing orgiastic feasts with Putin.

Mr. B. try to look younger organizing parties in all its homes, not least Palace Grazioli.

Mr. B., who certainly has no money problems, is unable to impose his charisma peracottaro even his personal safety.

Mr. B. is generous, and donate cash to all the young girls who by chance found in his house, because they need it.

Mr. B. is very generous, and bestows political offices of varying importance to deserving young women, for example, Minetti, Carfagna, the Bramble.

Mr. B. Italy should be ahead of the rest of the world.

Mr. B. should be ashamed.

Mr. B. 6 April 2011 will appear in court in Milan, to meet of extortion and prostitution.

On April 6, comes just before my birthday.

Mr. B. Could you please give me a nice gift?

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