the other night hath been understood the extent to which the sex element must necessarily enter into a television program even if the element of sex has nothing to do with the purpose of this program is an invitation to travel and knowledge of places and traditions everywhere. Therefore, it is clear that sex, if treated, it would appoint only in purely anthropological terms. the other night "at the foot of Kilimanjaro" has reached unexpected levels of "forcing" towards sex. but just type it is as if they lifted the phone and said "we discover the thighs and butts or you go home." sordid sex lives of this country to the core, has run soaked whores and proud of it that hold the balls, figuratively or otherwise, even a prime minister. the speech is that he's not just smart, or you too bitch. the question is who has ceased to understand what the sex. This is why today without any problems, I, for a living, and having had a good body by nature, I might buy a webcam and undress in seven euro payment becoming rich but I'm not saying go and live very well without breaking your back eight hours a day in a shitty place. I say that I take this opportunity to take advantage of what eventually became a "normal thing" because "the public likes." one thing that really makes me want to practice, not for profit but for simple sociological research notebook hand to collect data. sell the results to some newspaper "intelligent" and makes me happy to look at how long it takes me to finish up novella2000 through the classic "we or us". a moment, it takes me. because these people like the transgression, like horns, like promiscuity. this giant "reality" in which the recorded phone calls replace the video, where people still believe that one pretends to be hand in hand with the Catholic thought of the pope and then slamming what he said to his people and surrounded by ships of hooves payment by promising them favors. then I wonder why there are people who still defends him or do not take into account that the itching of a 70 year old not are equal to those of a former prime minister of 70 years. and I wonder. where we are, instead of going under Palazzo Grazioli to scream to get down and resign? and where are we? ah, yes. front of the TV. just as he wants. to wait for another episode. to share the food. that after a little like 'all this drama made up of powerful and buxom.
-mother, what are the slopes of Kilimanjaro?
-but nothing. are the folds of a cock up 5895 meters.
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