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Came Blunt

I do not write for ages. I have even forgotten how to tap the keys, I forgot the password to access the blog. The blog entries, among others, are entitled to free fall. Me bad, me bad. But fear not, will rise from the ashes as Arabia Felix. No, it was, the Phoenix, here, yes. However
. here are a couple of interesting news items for anything that happened in recent days.

It's called Blunt and will soon become the protagonist of a series of stories for idiots. It 's small and brown and looks slammed a teddy 60. It's like a small Winnie the Pooh, but without a shirt, poorer and less gay. It's also thinner, and does not have that nasty little voice. In short, with Winnie the Pooh has nothing to do. You see in the picture below (which does not do justice: Live looks much loser). I bought it yesterday at IKEA. Of course, being an IKEA product, to keep prices low I have sold in pieces in a box, and I had to sew it yourself ... Seriously, it's beautiful. I am not a lover of stuffed animals, but this is the end of the world. I do not know, maybe that was his air of discomfort to be orphan with an empty belly tenderness to me when I saw him in the chest, one in the midst of others like them. I thought this might be the bear that had my grandfather as a child. The price, then, helped to give him that air of shabby rags that I really like: one euro and ninety-nine, a little more than a slice of apple pie IKEA bar at the bottom of the department.

Even that, then, I was tenderness, there in the display case of cakes, one in the middle of his other similar, seemed to wait for me forever. Seeing her I thought this might be the cake that my grandfather has made in '74. I also got one and go. Of course, being an IKEA product, to keep prices low and they sold me yet to prepare ...

University Bulletin

classroom without air-conditioning, a dirty, sweaty dozen students, two former Soviet spies Tuesday I tried for the first time last year the writing of Russian. Three and a half hours of suffering in un'auletta overheated from tension, from sun and wind of my tobacco Soviet prof. It was a massacre. After only two hours, five of us were passed out, one of two prof (the non-smoker) has started at the stroke of the third hour, to see hallucinations and mystical style fantozzi: claimed to see a huge gelatone Parsley approach and speak in a persuasive asking her if she wanted to bite his biscuit. The other professor, one smoker, gave up his favorite brand of cigarettes (I smoke the MS ultraheavily strong filter absolutely-no-oxygen special edition superfast lungs destroyer ...) and started to smoke Package Air Action Vigorsol, hoping for a cooling effect. A massacre, in fact. On completion of eleven patients and a fellow student expert. Another comrade instead seems to be an accountant, and to tell the truth I do not know which is worse. Okay. The fact is that after three and a half hours my butt was now entered into symbiosis with the chair, and get up and hand over the task I had to give up the first layer of skin, damn, it began to seem almost tanned. But you will, are the sacrifices that are made. Then they say that in relation to employment the student life is all roses and flowers.

Well, maybe for students of Agriculture.

's enough for today, I have a couple of things to do before tonight.

A greeting and good weekend.
rb