Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Heather Brooke Deep Throat
Story "CERINO"
of Leonardo Fraternale
In recent times, you know, are very popular, do not ask anything, do not speak, but everyone is talking about me and where I finish. By the way, I introduce myself: I am the match, or if it is better for you, the match (not exactly the same, but it serves to understand).
This is my story and I will tell why they are on everyone's lips:
is generally produced with automatic machines capable of producing up to two million pieces per hour ready for use. It starts with a piece of wood (from all sides, turning half the world) that is cut in tante tavole sottili dallo spessore di circa 2,5 millimetri. Le tavole vengono poi suddivise in tanti bastoncini - la parte legnosa di ogni mio simile - e veniamo successivamente immersi in una soluzione di fosfato di ammonio. Tale sostanza rende più lenta la combustione e fa in modo che io non continui a bruciare al mio interno una volta spento.
I bastoncini vengono poi allineati su un nastro trasportatore che provvede a immergerli nella paraffina che, assorbita dalle fibre di legno, consentirà alla fiamma di trasferirsi progressivamente lungo il mio stelo. Una mia estremità viene poi immersa nel miscuglio che forma la capocchia . Nel caso dei miei fratelli svedesi, si tratta in genere di una soluzione contenente zolfo e a volte carbon powder and potassium chlorate to help maintain the flame.
Once dried, the heads are ready to be packed in boxes that are equipped with a strip of sandpaper to create the friction needed to develop flame, while the packaging of Swedish brothers show a strip coated with red phosphorus will help to create the chemical reaction needed to generate the flame.
Now that you know all my history and all the work behind for me, you understand why I'm so pissed off? I really have to, but I say, you need to finish in the hands of two balls that I go from one hand to 'other?
Mah .. 
of Leonardo Fraternale
In recent times, you know, are very popular, do not ask anything, do not speak, but everyone is talking about me and where I finish. By the way, I introduce myself: I am the match, or if it is better for you, the match (not exactly the same, but it serves to understand).
This is my story and I will tell why they are on everyone's lips:
is generally produced with automatic machines capable of producing up to two million pieces per hour ready for use. It starts with a piece of wood (from all sides, turning half the world) that is cut in tante tavole sottili dallo spessore di circa 2,5 millimetri. Le tavole vengono poi suddivise in tanti bastoncini - la parte legnosa di ogni mio simile - e veniamo successivamente immersi in una soluzione di fosfato di ammonio. Tale sostanza rende più lenta la combustione e fa in modo che io non continui a bruciare al mio interno una volta spento.
I bastoncini vengono poi allineati su un nastro trasportatore che provvede a immergerli nella paraffina che, assorbita dalle fibre di legno, consentirà alla fiamma di trasferirsi progressivamente lungo il mio stelo. Una mia estremità viene poi immersa nel miscuglio che forma la capocchia . Nel caso dei miei fratelli svedesi, si tratta in genere di una soluzione contenente zolfo e a volte carbon powder and potassium chlorate to help maintain the flame.
Once dried, the heads are ready to be packed in boxes that are equipped with a strip of sandpaper to create the friction needed to develop flame, while the packaging of Swedish brothers show a strip coated with red phosphorus will help to create the chemical reaction needed to generate the flame.
Now that you know all my history and all the work behind for me, you understand why I'm so pissed off? I really have to, but I say, you need to finish in the hands of two balls that I go from one hand to 'other?
Mah ..
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Color No Sew Fleece Scarf
Words
of Raffaele Iannuzzi
The fortunes of rhetoric Italiot are firmly in the hands of the worst children of this country, therefore, in times like these, you are accommodated in a safe. Soon, for sure. The leader of a pseudo right or "para-right", which resembles the "government, parastatal and the like", gaberiana of memory, laugh chickens. Read about the Century Portrait (unfiltered) of the right post-Berlusconi "plunges the heart into a sadness that is not consolation, at least in political rationality. Italy "deep, which did not foaming at the mouth, not screaming, not made of ultra" sailing in waters not frequented by pests aennini, as, also, by the courtiers Berlusconi: the people who make the deck for a living, save his life and holds, alone, Italy. But do me the pleasure, the only reply to these cowardly college prank. Italy is in disarray and the Italian ruling class is, today, the worst in the entire history of the Republic. In the previous legislature, gave the Prodi and his assault to the 'profound Italy "with the" beautiful "taxes: a political maelstrom abysmal, well, the politichetta Italiot can do even worse: These here are worse than those others. Incredible, but true. Not only nominated, but to forget stuff names. So, Fini stop being dubbed the Martian and give a stop to this language banalotto, like Italy that has not foaming at the mouth, because words are important and these are basement pop culture. The truth is that Berlusconi has long been a fact residual. There is no longer the political event, but only that which can not pass and, for some, should never pass. But whether it's a burden, be it an icon of pop, it is always a residue. Point. I give berluscones resign and begin to empathize with the Western world who does not help the leader to do better than that, he must go home. Together with the head. But today - is said by many - this is not possible, because Italy needs stability. Well. Then, take a fire to the powder of the imagination - not covered in the bible of the courtiers - and leads a rabbit out of the hat again, a little 'nicer, with more meat on him and put on the table of the people holding the back straight forward and does go to Italy. Sandwiched between residual hypothesis, Italy is likely to move from being a nation of zombies to the platform. You do not need the rating agencies, those are funny as the peons of the culture without the "foaming at the mouth" and here we must resurrect common sense: la seconda repubblica, nata dopo il massacro della prima, non è né un feto, né un soggetto, ma l’evidenza di un aborto. Quando si riduce un popolo a dover andare alle urne o, secondo il piano B (in tutti i sensi), a doversi sorbire questo spettacolo, il modello Montanelli vince ancora: turatevi il naso e votate. Allora diceva: Dc; oggi, magari: Berlusconi. Tutta qui la “rivoluzione liberale”? Schiacciata tra un gruppetto di nichilisti aspiranti leader “nuovi” e un residuo che non riesce più a imbandire la tavola dell’immaginazione nazionale? La montagna che partorisce il proverbiale topolino. E le barzellette, francamente, non tirano su il morale. 
of Raffaele Iannuzzi
The fortunes of rhetoric Italiot are firmly in the hands of the worst children of this country, therefore, in times like these, you are accommodated in a safe. Soon, for sure. The leader of a pseudo right or "para-right", which resembles the "government, parastatal and the like", gaberiana of memory, laugh chickens. Read about the Century Portrait (unfiltered) of the right post-Berlusconi "plunges the heart into a sadness that is not consolation, at least in political rationality. Italy "deep, which did not foaming at the mouth, not screaming, not made of ultra" sailing in waters not frequented by pests aennini, as, also, by the courtiers Berlusconi: the people who make the deck for a living, save his life and holds, alone, Italy. But do me the pleasure, the only reply to these cowardly college prank. Italy is in disarray and the Italian ruling class is, today, the worst in the entire history of the Republic. In the previous legislature, gave the Prodi and his assault to the 'profound Italy "with the" beautiful "taxes: a political maelstrom abysmal, well, the politichetta Italiot can do even worse: These here are worse than those others. Incredible, but true. Not only nominated, but to forget stuff names. So, Fini stop being dubbed the Martian and give a stop to this language banalotto, like Italy that has not foaming at the mouth, because words are important and these are basement pop culture. The truth is that Berlusconi has long been a fact residual. There is no longer the political event, but only that which can not pass and, for some, should never pass. But whether it's a burden, be it an icon of pop, it is always a residue. Point. I give berluscones resign and begin to empathize with the Western world who does not help the leader to do better than that, he must go home. Together with the head. But today - is said by many - this is not possible, because Italy needs stability. Well. Then, take a fire to the powder of the imagination - not covered in the bible of the courtiers - and leads a rabbit out of the hat again, a little 'nicer, with more meat on him and put on the table of the people holding the back straight forward and does go to Italy. Sandwiched between residual hypothesis, Italy is likely to move from being a nation of zombies to the platform. You do not need the rating agencies, those are funny as the peons of the culture without the "foaming at the mouth" and here we must resurrect common sense: la seconda repubblica, nata dopo il massacro della prima, non è né un feto, né un soggetto, ma l’evidenza di un aborto. Quando si riduce un popolo a dover andare alle urne o, secondo il piano B (in tutti i sensi), a doversi sorbire questo spettacolo, il modello Montanelli vince ancora: turatevi il naso e votate. Allora diceva: Dc; oggi, magari: Berlusconi. Tutta qui la “rivoluzione liberale”? Schiacciata tra un gruppetto di nichilisti aspiranti leader “nuovi” e un residuo che non riesce più a imbandire la tavola dell’immaginazione nazionale? La montagna che partorisce il proverbiale topolino. E le barzellette, francamente, non tirano su il morale.
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