dear friend with the Porsche Cayenne, you almost mowed
this morning me and a poor boy who went to school with a huge backpack behind. You emerge from the curve in the road at full speed even bother because you have hindered the path. In fact, you did a pretty hyped with his right hand. The left hand holds the phone was busy. I guess when you get in your car and luxury are the only one you. The rest is garbage if it was not willing to tread down that may contaminate your tires racing.
It is not the first time that such behavior takes. Yes, it's always you. There are a lot like your car around and, admit it, this makes you immensely proud.
Sin makes you notice more for cafonaggine for the elegance of the vehicle. I'd like to meet you face to tell you what I think of you. Not that you care or you must import it, but it is necessary for someone to remove the veil before the eyes (in your case mortadella) that prevents you from seeing reality.
You're not the prince on a white horse. You're like those women who dress up and make-up to be grotesque. Your car is your facing him and you're really bad.
do not even know what it means to be stylish. The elegance is in the detail, subtle, but you will notice, apart. A person driving your car with elegant nonchalance. Why is not interested in showing luxury. But you will only feed the admiring glances of others, but I must say that they do not collect many. Do you think you have achieved the ultimate honor of having bought a car (which, it is a little Truzzi) and I believe in right to do what you want from a few inches more ground.
Too bad then, when you descend from the cockpit, you lose all you earned and reduce centimeters below the limit of average height. You're practically a dwarf. Today, when I saw you get out of your spaceship I stopped angry with you and I laughed. You are a pathetic little dwarf and common boy as a below-average intelligence think that the car payments that do not have. I thought you had just a hair, but sin also in height.
put aside some sgallettata worse than you, who would never have to deal with a representative of cafonaggine so sublime? You are what you drive in the summer with his arm out the window, bring the gold chain with a crucifix format fake, turn up the collar of his polo, moreover, to slip into tight jeans and wears glasses on his forehead. Your face is always tanned and you're at the bar with his legs apart, one hand on the sunny side and head back to school until the last drop of coffee.
I'll bet you've never opened a book your life. Readers not only are more learned, but learn to be comfortable with the community. You are a monkey forest in the middle of the debutantes' ball. Too bad that there are more monkeys around and less novices
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