Can Not Having Chicken Pox Make Women Stera

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qui'dopo a long absence I'm back, although I had promised myself to update the blog more 'often.
and 'with great pleasure that I present three panels with subjects like, ASH, the star of the EVIL DEAD, and MARVEL ZOMBIE.
I want to clarify the relative importance of these tables for me, not only perk 'I've got to be my favorite characters, but also perks' were carried out in a very special moment in my life ...... not I'm here 'to complain, telling you about my predicament, but I just hope that you find you like my work.
see you soon: D
aurelio.
psin all this I must thank a friend who gave me the courage to change things LELIO "....... thank you very much:)

Always Stomach Cramps

If you do not swear looks


For about a month now my trusty MacBook's battery decided to make the tantrums: when it gets to 60% of the office ceases to do his duty and leave me the poor Mac failed.
Now, I'm a Mac I bought in a time when Apple has mounted battery that then they be riverlate largely defective. Apple knows this, and to remedy the inconvenience to the batteries of this series has been extended the warranty to two years (instead of 1). So without me so many problems this morning (Saturday morning!) I decided to wake up a bit 'first to go to a Apple service center here in Milan, thanks to Suppaman is just 2km from my house.
before heading off, though, I thought well to give a rearranged the Mac, and in particular to give the battery contacts cleaned a little. So, half asleep, sitting on a chair, holding the Mac with one hand and the other around the battery pack ... taaaaac the battery out and I fell on the ground ... porcamadòòòòòòò ... Oh well ... harvest it, and I see that is a bit 'draft on a corner ... diopanda ... Blaspheme another 5 minutes, and then I take my bags and start walking.
After about twenty minutes drive to the service center are:

[me]: Hi ...
[committed]: Hello! Tell me everything!
[I]: Eh, I have a problem with the battery in the Macbook ...
[committed]: It has more than a year?!
[me]: Yes, but ...
[committed]: So it is no longer under warranty!
[me]: Yes, no, spec ... I got in March 2007, and I know that at that time there was a batch of defective batteries, for which Apple has extended the warranty to two years ...
[committed]: ... yes ... but you have exceeded the limit of charge cycles?!
[me] No, I have about 180 ...
[committed]: Ah, ok ... OK, come on, let's see if the serial is one of those bad ...
[I]: (I offer the Mac)
[committed]: (pull battery) ... uhm ... but it'll drop to the ground ...
[I]: What!
[contract]: The battery, you fall to the ground!
[I]: Huh?! Nooooo! Not that I remember! (porcodddddddd. ..)
[committed]: Ah, but see it's a bit 'draft here ...
[I]: Well, who knows what could have happened long ago ...
[committed]: I do not know, but Apple does not think you replace it if I fell to the ground ... In short, the warranty does not cover damage you have caused you directly ...
[I]: Oh, but I have not caused me, come on! He began to have problems from day to day ...
[committed]: ... Look, I'll tell you what I think will respond if they are sent to replace ... if you want we can send it anyway, but then if you feel out of warranty expenses and pay you touch the new battery ...
[I]: ... ihhhh pig .. uh ...
[committed]: I'm sorry ...
[I]: Eh ...
[committed]: ...
[I]: How much does a new battery?!
[committed]: 108 Euro, VAT incuso! (as if the fact that VAT is included makes the fair price!)
[I]: ... diomm ... uhm ...
[committed]: If you want to try to directly call the service, I write here the number (199 writes ...!) But you must remember to tell him that you fell to the ground! Maybe you replace it the same ...
[I]: Eheheh ... seguro! Maybe even tell him that I have thrown in the washing machine ...
[committed]: Haha ... I do not know if you agree! Come on, I'm sorry, try this ...
[I]: Ok, come on, thanks ..
[committed]: Good day!
[I]: Also ... Shit, I feel as

coglioneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-.- "

Pctv System Numer De Serie

Yes, but how you want it?! Friendship


Although there are magicians and fortune tellers who are afraid of foresight of the future, there are events that not even Nostradamus Nostrdamus ... but I say, not even be able to provide for Solange.
And I'm talking about the batch extraction or nuclear war. I'm talking about events far more complex, impossible to statistically model and describable only by recourse to chaos theory or the alternative theory of my bedroom, which in the end are the same thing . The prime example of such events is the Friday night . On Friday evening can start with the best omens and end with you holding the head of a unknown vomiting, but equally can be born bad and end with a touch of class that you never expect.

so happens that on a Friday night to come home and find your roommate tells you that the evening will be a Scazzi. Of course, do not you blurted in his face so, I guess he does it gently. For example, you mention the fact that just you and him. You mention the fact that the girls of the company have decided to make women-only night out, and that the boys have decided to scatter for Italy. Chiosa then with a " yahwn .. I'm dying of sleep ... .

happens so that you and him out for a pizza and a beer, thinking that will make the evening least pleasant. But the waiter made in china of the pizzeria, which sniffs Scazzi your evening, decides to help. And so when you order a pizza with dried beef, rocket and parmesan cheese, takes you so Bresaola, rocket and parmesan ... but without the pizza in the ... with some 'lemon though, eh!
happens then that the pub in which you want to go to those reported by Google Maps a false position, probably to make it more fun to research, so that you get around on foot among prostitutes and drug dealers.
Just when you're deciding whether to entertain Convenga in bargaining with a prostitute to escape to the dealer, or vice versa (with the new laws, better the other way round), comes the unforeseen circumstances, that had escaped the small Solange who is inside of you (figuratively!).
The girls, drunken night marches in the middle of their women, they feel a sudden need for male companionship and phone calls, asking (among a belch, a laugh and a little regurgitation) to reach them. You wonder whether it is appropriate, or whether it is better (seen as the evening is going to) go home and immediately do away with a good sleep. But your Y chromosome pulls you look, and so stop bargaining with the dealer (who has clearly acted as a diversion to stave off the hookers, but did bring dangerously tranvioni 4) and you walk to the Navigli.
Arrivals and aspects.
10 minutes assuring the girls. More
another 10 minutes, 10 minutes after reassuring.
Everything turns in just 3 quarters of an hour of waiting, but finally here they are, they shine and swaying. We placed a table in the pub, keeping in place some more for others that we will reach a little later. It is then that the universe has a small jolt, the space-time is curved a bit 'more than usual, and the bile of true-friend-fitness-first also becomes a bit more green ...

[Camera]: So, guys, ordered?
[Ilaria]: We are looking for friends, you can pass it through a bit'?!...
[Camera]: Ok, come on, do I leave the paper and pen, and you write us orders.
[Ilaria]: Ok, thanks ...
[Camera]: Review in a while '!
[Ilaria]: Yes, please!
[I]: It's' see what beers are ... ( read, among others, the Rouge Leffe, a Belgian beer lager red) ... Grandi, c'han Leffe! Skip the package that I sign a Leffe ...
[Luana]: I am writing!
[Pan]: They have Leffe?! Make one for me too! By the way!
[I]: Well, of course, by the way!
[Luana]: How do you call this stuff?
[I]: Leffe rouge.
[Luana]: It's' see on the list is rusge Lef ...
[I]: Toh ...
[Luana]: Uhm .. but you want the Red , Belgian or Double Malt ?
[I]: ... as ?!...
[Luana]: ... eh, here there are three types ... you want the Red, Belgian or Double Malt?
[I]: ...
[Luana]: ... ouh!?
[I]: ... do that if you get there by itself does not beat you ...

Mount & Blade 1.003 Traner

innate and immortal


There are jobs and jobs. Every job, after all, forcing you to adapt a bit 'your character needs. In short, if you still have to make the salesman trying to be polite, even with the old Panzona complaining why do not you have a size 40 fits you too. If you make the consultant You need to put a little 'by the disgust towards those who can not even aim the X window with the mouse, and wait. Then, if you are working with Windows and you're a Mac-addicted, you need to bring even more patience.
Well, I mean, without digressing: every job asks you something from the point of view character. If you want to

the receptionist at the Fitness First , for example, obviously you should try to be friendly to all customers ... e. .. then ... enough, I think ... well, yes, you could also try to not write shit on the board at , but that's already the next level, more advanced.

Judging from reality Fitness First Torino, But the concept of "being a friend of" is not uniformly shared by the various receptionist, who in previous posts I have appealed as Pixie and Dixie, but my favorite from now on just call friend-fitness-first .
The lack of clarity of the concept makes them develop various streams of thought on how to be a true friend-fitness-first.
then find one that scrapes the nails for 7 hours to 8, and that makes the maximum effort to give the appearance of being your friend is not to vomit when you walk to the turnstile at the entrance.
Or find what greets you every night, but then if it crosses just outside the greetings and the hints you look as if you were to summon "Your money or pussy" (even though it may be a man, despite the pink shirt Attila).
There is also that, in fact, that acts as a normal person is friendly, greets you in and out of the gym, but clearly not of him that I want to talk. E 'on true-friend-fitness-first I want to focus my attention .

The true-friend-fitness-first is not your friend: deppiù ! The very first time he sees you in the gym makes you realize that yes, you're his best friend, and he should be yours. If you already have another best friend you'll want to pretend it never existed: you now you HIM!
It just so happens that the first few times it crosses the true-friend-fitness-first you are not aware of the danger you are running, and then do nothing to prevent it. Identifies him as a cat in your face 100 of the gym (but if I was shot in the ass you would identify the same), and I jumped on him shouting "Great Giorgioooooooo !!!!! , embracing and giving you a 5 in various different ways, that (then you tell) coined just for you!

occur so slightly embarrassing scenes, like this (where Vaffa stands for true-friend-fitness-first ... that particular coincidence, ha?):

[Vaffa] : Giorgioooooo Great !!!!!! So how are we going?!
[I] : Eih Gabriele ... just fine by ...
[Vaffa] : ( digress briefly to greet another 2 or 3 of his buddies ) ... said, how are we going?!
[I] : Oh, come on, well ... I went a bit 'late from work, do a little' stoned to the ...
[Vaffa] : (it saddens all of a sudden ) Eh, you know, well I do here times absurd, do not take it anymore! ...
[I] : AHM Ah ..
[Vaffa] : ( welcomes suddenly) Oh, but it's a piece that never see you again here ... that had happened?!
[I] : Well, actually I came here as well the other day ...
[Vaffa] : Ah, then we have not seen ... and I thought I was back in. .. aaa ... down ... aaaa ...
[I] : Where?!
[Vaffa] : ... aaa ... down ... at home ...
[I] : in Treviso?!
[Vaffa] : Oh yes, down in Treviso ...
[I] : Treviso is a bit 'in the east ...
[Vaffa] : ... yep ...
[I] : ... eh ...
[Vaffa] : ...
[I] : Vabbuò from that I go to download some 'on the treadmill ... Hello Gabriel!
[Vaffa] : Hello George! Great! Oh, see you soon, eh!
[I] : If you do not back down! ... (Wink )
[Vaffa] : eheheh ... yes!

Apart from that, I mean, if you've forgotten where I live, because it throws off the topic?! Mica I asked you the ... Oh well, I still thought that the discussion has then continued alone, the true-friend-fitness-first, in a dressing room in the back-reception. It was more or less like this:

" Yes, go back down ... in Treviso ... yes yes ... Take care ... BUT FUCK PORCODD ... You and your fucking shit Treviso! Not is down?! And I Beat COGLIONIIII!! PORCAMADO ... Who knows frani up to go down ... down down down ... bwahahahhahah! .. ahaha ... ah ... "

All with bloodshot eyes.

Maybe it's fantasy, maybe not, but I think objectively that the true-friend-fitness-first goes into a lot of pent-up anger that ... I mean, be hard to do the buddy for 8 hours a day, at those levels then ... is to me a stomach ache after 10 minutes of smiles for the occasion ... sooner or later the true-friend-fitness-first will have to vent somehow

... And people now is to worry about blacks holes at CERN in Geneva ... is much more likely that the Earth will soon be sucked from the gallbladder of a true-friend-fitness-first, so constipated from bile implode and turn into a black hole ... But green, bile ...