What Will Happen If You Swallow Scope?

E ' started the season 2010/2011, we lost to a bad start because Gardolo, but more than anything else, I found myself back on the bench. Always!

But I was thinking that with the possibility of a new career I could skip the final matches, I will go on to training in the event. I do not know, you see.

I got a nice list from a friend who follows my basketball activities that carry over to the following: --------------------------

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Renzoo Donegà: check list.

which militates Team: MAIA BASKETBALL MERANO

Role: Basketball, Shooter, Panchinaro.
jersey number: 9
Baskets facts that any number between 1 and 2.
Big Facts: indefinite number ranging from 5 to 9
Fouls Conceded: 0
Played: Each of the trinity 'Year 3 minutes.
rival team: Charlie.
Dream Team: Lakers - U.S.
Age: 21
2011 Weight: 70kg,
weight that varies depending on the winter holiday.
early 2010 Weight: 59 KG
Height: 2m and 01-heeled "11cm

favorite Game under the shower: Take a towel, wet it and then mate with more fat Spanking the opposing team.

Hobbies: Hot video critic.
Occupation: watching others work
In a Relationship broken

player currently on sale:
Price tag: A panettone

distinguishing marks: Motivator

Highlights: Will
Weaknesses: Currently has no weaknesses

PLAYER IN WINTER BALANCE

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Hello Matt

East Sides Marios Shredded Cheese

Dying Depression post-graduate hospital

is absurd that in Italy in 2010 will die of poor health care. It is even more absurd that in a country that defines itself CIVIL you can die of neglect and inefficiency of the hospital staff.

The Union of Citizens and Consumer Protection (Uni.Cons) said the data raised by the Parliamentary Committee on Medical Malpractice. Numbers are too high: 242 malpractice since April 2009 to the present.

The indifference of institutions makes it even more absurd. They are all too involved in the collision between the majority and the opposition to realize the real problems that destroy our country.

It just so happens that a perfectly healthy person should die for a levy with a needle infected.

In Italy every two days there is a case of malpractice. In Italy every three days a man or a woman die in hospital.

Rapper Fabri Fibra sings in one of his most famous songs " in Italy's best not to undergo surgery in Italy ... not go to the hospital."

If there were fewer waste. If there were less indifference. If there is more consciousness . If there were more will . If there is more hope . If there were more than willing to do . If there were less opportunism. If there were more intelligence . If there was more courage . If there was ... maybe it would be a better country ... and perhaps it would be called Italy .

Ilaria Biancacci

Face Cream Early Signs Of Aging

Back in Monaco (16-18.10.10)

Super trip to break from the stress of "working" at the weekend in Bavaria. Germany never changes, always leaves me feeling that nice Christmas. And then everyone is happy.

Hotel Elephant ... return

Here we had just run across the fountain giant

and then I targeted a second fountain with little success
Shop
tech


Augustiner (I was convinced that because I am always looking all'Hof salon)


Hofbräuhaus, in style, always from one table to another haha
table of burst (No one knows where to look)


Slave of Pretzler



cheerful girl

cheerful girl 2

Hahaha, a great!

Momi

cheerful girl 3

Our friend Gorbachev!

The table Gorbachev


Rock Cafes

Here we were thinking .... there was to do the evening with friends met on the train forward. Unfortunately we are not able to find Mauri. But more about that later.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuh!! I can say a lot about this bratwurst, but even if they are all good things, I'm sure I'm exaggerating. Bread lightly toasted and anointed with its oil and the juice of the sausage, which is placed gently in the open sandwich in half. A flavor that melts in your mouth. A taste that's left in my heart. I like going to the sausage.

Towards the Olympische Turm

Mauri gave us kindness and spontaneity. It is not easy being in the pocket memory of a person who was able to joke and have fun for a short time on the road to their own way. So here we are at Restaurant 181, 181 meters high. You go up an elevator with powerful (7m / s) and when you come down after eating everything in his throat. So you have a taste of what you've ever eaten in my mouth. Hoping that it remains in D =

Special thanks to Mauri, who has inspired us to a lunch by real celebrities! We hope to re-live the moment in the future. Lunch Bleeeeaaeh
excellent, very good indeed.

not only in Germany. Newcomer Group: English white. That after having conducted at the center of BMW, in which someone has fallen asleep on the couch for an hour, we gathered in the evening to do something friendly ... Evening fun but limited. And in the end have been defined as an instrument of provocation that traps when the urge to sell.

Train to 9.30 .... woke up at 7:50
is played by me and Matt, but in the end I got up at 9 and we quickly finished all the juice available for breakfast, got a ticket for the rapid return in the agency Italian: 50 € kind, the double of the progress, with the difference that we did not go to Kufstein and Rosenheim. Breakfast on board, water and restaurant space for the whole trip.

How Loud Is A Desert Eagle

Sardinia

If I close my eyes I can imagine. Months have passed but those colors were as indelible stains on my mind. It might seem like a sunset like everyone else but there, on the island within an island, the most skilled painter had chosen his best colors. The sea rocked the warm rays of the sun and the sky was getting redder, more alive and intense. The golden sand was covered with dark shadows and freed himself from his heat to indulge in the slow rhythm of the waves. The gulls swinging in the sky was not blue. The land on the horizon lit up the night and slowly made its way through the streets, houses and streetlights. No noise in the distance. The silence enveloped everything like in an old dance. The stars were peeping out. The sea horizon was lost to a new land, into the wilderness to the drums, into the unknown. All around me smelled ancestral and colors ... the colors nestled in the innermost part of my mind.

If I get carried away with my thoughts I see the emerald green bushes that stand out against the cobalt blue sea. The red and purple sky at dusk. The black berries of the myrtle and the cliffs. The white lime that covered the walls of houses, so white my eyes hurt. The yellow of the sun and the golden beach. The colors as ingredients of a spell.

When I left I was only 18 years and a thousand dreams. When I left my home I just wanted to get out of that city who had nothing to offer. When I packed it, perhaps with too much pride, I let out all those flavors and those feelings so familiar and so comfortable.

mea Sardinia, queen, mere sea de su pico you to dance around Cherz Faedda. Sardinia 'and cantos, Sardinia' and you ispantos Cherz buliare you Cherz Frimm. Cherz connescher ' sa rejone de sa nostra maledissione.

Quando sono arrivata nella mia nuova città, quando ho iniziato la mia nuova vita, ho capito che non potevo dimenticare la mia terra. Quando mi sono scontrata con le prima difficoltà mi sono accorta che non avrei mai dimenticato il mare.

Ello, ello sorre mala, ello sorte mala juches in sa cara, in su risu, in sas venas. Sardinia femina mala, su cunnu a su sole tue pones. Ispantu! Ite cheres fachere? Si b'at resposta est in su 'entu e si b'at bentu fuit 'ia. Ma si naschet unu frore solu ue si siat est beranu.

Non sarei mai riuscita a farne a meno. When I took the subway I would have liked to run between the daffodils. When I tried to breathe in the exams and the lessons I wanted to lie down in front of mountains. When I was doing way through the traffic lights and I wanted to walk barefoot on the sand and follow the flight of a seagull.

S Ardini land falsos de Poetas de mortores Berosus you and lag augurios sintzeros. Sardinia beautiful istella 'and Chelu: brujes you on your s'inferru Culu and fales in Bolu. Sos perdidores' scrient s'istoria sos binchidores appent knows glory. But it naschet unu solu FROR EU SIAT Beranů east.

When I came home for the holidays lowered window of my car to enjoy the sunrise and I let my hand caress the air full of scents of the early morning hours.

mea Sardinia, queen, mere sea de su pico you to dance around Cherz Faedda.

Sardinia mea.

Sardinia.

Photos and text by Ilaria Biancacci