July 02, 2005
Tristeza não tem fim, felicidade sim.
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| I sedili sporchi, il tanfo dettato da oltre venti marlboro al giorno fumate dentro, 97.000 km in 3 anni, 190 km/h, quindici spie indicanti danni piu' o meno gravi da fare invidia all'albero di natale, 700 euro nel giro di due mesi, quattro candele sporchissime, 16 valvole che imploravano pieta', 1 kg di olio per settimana, un mega stereo con caricatore cd con ben 6 cd che mi rendeva tamarro come pochi. Compagna di avventure, compagna di viaggi, compagna di traslochi. E da ieri ufficialmente di qualcun altro... |
Posted by Mr_Coffee at July 2, 2005 10:07 AM
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Posted by: opel_corsa at July 2, 2005 02:45 PM
Minchia...
Pensare a quando accadrà alla Saxo mi fa già rabbrividire...
Ciao Opel Corsa del Coffee...
Ci rivedremo prima o poi ;P
Posted by: Leo at July 2, 2005 08:32 PM
è dura, lo so...ma so anche che hai una degna sostituta...
Posted by: giu at July 6, 2005 11:04 AM
One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: "Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. "
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: "He lives in a home with ten children - he's trying to catch up on his sleep."
I cried from laughter
Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.
Posted by: Melissik at May 7, 2008 01:08 PM