Living with a teenager ...
Hello everyone.
The post title comes from what happened last night.
As I hope many of you know last night Italy 1 "for the network of ciovani ciovani" broadcast the film "As You Desire Me" in a certain Volfango De Biasi with Nicolas and Christian Vaporidis Capotondi.
A film "horrifying" that talks about as ugly as a teenager a bidet with their feet, poor but talented college (of course the failed course in Communication Sciences) and a dude, rich, clever boy latin lover and his running mate.
and totally original texture intrecciatissima wants the duckling becomes a swan and conquer the dude. He will leave to go to a relapse in his fighettume / superficiality, and betray it to him you will pay. Finally he put it back together.
What I want to talk about is not the film (I leave to you the opinions and vision), but my roommate that privacy will call the "Witch of Benevento."
Well, that while I was eating dinner with a delicious grilled steak and above, while the dude was shown in all its glory in a plastic poses, he dropped the glass of water he was drinking. Her look was in ecstasy, his mouth was open, his saliva accelerated. It looked like me and Renato Belen when we see on TV!
Obviously, my grilled steak, after the water balloon received, has turned into a meat broth.
This has given me, even before the incazzatura for a grilled steak thrown in the toilet (actually I ate cmq!), A sense of compassion for a teenager of 29 years (shame on me !) is my roommate. The teenager
few days earlier, in a delirium of his pseudo-feminist, had toiled to make the mature woman who defends women who have a career and have the right to their children. He spoke of figliiii!
The same teenager when Renato and I have accelerated salivation, Pavlov's law in full, is quick to make jokes like, "Take the secchiooo."
Well gentlemen, this is the society we live in, these are women with young talented and beautiful that day (I also think Crying) must fight ... not to succumb.
Come on boys, Hold on!
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