Extra 6th Lumbar Vertabrae

Siamo alle solite.
Tutte le volte che Claudio Maria Cipponi (anni 32 il prossimo luglio) contraddice suo fratello Sabrino (anni 29 appena compiuti) finisce per take them to thrashing. In the photo, taken by the father of two inqualificabilmente Aliprando Menarche Cippone, shows the exact moment when Sabrina, after his well-known right-Lined "The chestnut of the Gods" to reaffirm the beloved brother that Benigni has Sanremo graced nearly as much as a quarrel between deaf people, cries the mother of the wrench 20 in order to better bring this concept in that enormous head of his brother Claudio Maria pine. But we omit these little girls

passions at once to devote The Asshole of the Week Title field now like a crown of thorns during a crucifixion. In third place
, right stand up for the tooth and not having to think anymore, the girl no longer disputed by the bond American fiction CaGnalis Elizabeth and her English, was in the vellum from the Sardinian hair never misses a chance to show off to the crowd around, trying to emphasize as much as possible all dental consonants in order to make the end of his speech and exquisito well as to emphasize to all anatrone near and far from the cathode ray tube that looks up the fact, by now all too obvious, that the handsome George Buttocks has chosen her as a personal taster of Savoy. A well deserved second place
instead we should just give the pair Cher-Aguilera, but only on behalf of the entourage of the Whole cult movie Burlesque , yet another forced sculettante copy of a movie every 80 years with the protagonist struggling with the most shitty work raised to glory and new life from the ball. This might even go as indifferent pathetic fart movie what it is except that after months and months in finely shredded us in the pasture with the myth of burlesque balls if they could not really anymore. The burlesque, a genre that was ironic two hundred years ago, is revived today kicked between the arrogant and all too flashy, posing as a sexy anthology with chamber pots when we spend hours looking for where the difference between the Belle Epoque of a time and those nice surprise in five trans stationed Paules on.
But at the top, in a coveted first place miserably that turns into reality the dream of an all-female podium, she who, rightly or wrongly, is now defined as a mistress of the leading ladies of our dear and never banal media bandwagon Simona Ventura bonjour finesse. The indomitable Madame du Chantre television, and popular historical Honorary fellow of the philosophy of carelessness (the note for its intense shit with figures of the Muses ) just is not prepared to go to the office of the Popes and Girls, while her beautiful island is sfanculata from Monday to Wednesday, with a frown of Moldova in a rice paddy says: "Arcore is the after-work the island! "
Now it only remains to ask whether the recreational club of Arcore is that long cobbled street that runs along the circumferential direction Linate, where usually the design of pure maidens commit their evenings with long walks or solace for lonely hearts.
Until next week!