Some days you wake up and know I'm lousy day, because you get up too early or too late because you forgot to buy something important on the evening before because the boiler is broken and you you take a shower with cold water. When a day starts like this, it is clear that is a shitty day, and he better not do anything. The problem is that in a typical day like there's Fantasy Football. Who
is unlikely ever to search on forum statistics about the relationship between goal Quaresma and the weather? Who has not decided at the last minute from Del Piero and Totti, perhaps hoping for an attack of diarrhea Vucinic? Unfortunately, the italic want to discuss football - combined with not having a dick to do - even the best goes to waste time and money in prideful attempt to Friends Wooden with his football expertise, building supersquadre full of samples out of role, with stellar type attacks Pato Ibra Cassano, but with Sokratis defense. Even Inzaghi sometimes comes in handy on the project, even a name of the pipe as Pinilla becomes the subject of serious conversations when deciding to award the attack on him or Floro Flores.
's so that today, clearly before the games, I decided to deploy three quarters of Juventus and Fiorentina's most useless half, with a bit of scrap and fewer abortions in other teams, including Inter. In truth the omens had already had a couple of days ago, because one of my smarter purchases, at least in my opinion. But what's cool Mutu below? Now, in hindsight, I can say that it's cool as a kidney cancer, or if you are too emotional, like a hand in the ass to the elbow. Not to sound too angry for the almost total inability to deploy because of its continuous bullshit, but I think right now my dream is to be sold to any African team that sells out in turn to the slaveholders in Zimbabwe, the cry of "overall dimensions overall dimensions, good man biango Bombini ago."
But I would not put too much emphasis on the Pre, because today at lunch I was seriously pissed. Come on, you all know, with the Fanta we pissed a lot. Raise your hand if you did, like me, a purchase even more loss of Mutu, or the star of today, the actor-manager of the Franco Pippo in this January 6, the real phenomenon in this day of the championship. Like the idiots like me will understand, I'm talking about Felipe Melo. We were smart until today. We said in September that he would do a year stratospheric, and it was worth spending the little we have asked. And until recently there was even seemed to be right: a sample found, it seemed. Luckily today we found it seriously, otherwise we were worried. Me (apple?) I see what must have thought. "A kick in the mouth of this idiot is what it takes to start the day, especially after a breakfast of vodka and hugs." And after a nice cleats on gum left, finally a bit 'satisfaction. "It burns like there eh? Spitting blood like water! And I've even given strong as God, infidel! " All air, smiling slyly.
What can ruin the dining room to a football fan, fan of Juventus, with half of the Old Lady deployed in Fantasy Football? Is there anything worse than that Melo sent off for an act of wanton cruelty, and probably also contemplates eating the card as a sign of disappointment? Well, it gets worse. There Quagliarella injured, for example, easily replaceable by Bojinov, Iaquinta or Mutu, respectively dead, dying and interned. There is your door of trust, Storari, encasing goals as if they were candy. There is a goal annulled Chiellini, if you we want to be honest.
Results Sunday? To do this you need to wait until tomorrow, but a couple of accounts you can already do. Obviously my opponent, to add insult to injury supreme, not only Giovinco, but he had the balls to pay 1 million even Palladino. Then came - at first glance - seems it's time to blaspheme. But I stayed up to the account of the points driven by a faint hope: according to my calculations today I won! Sure, as long as Sanchez receives 33 votes and dry to give 8 Marchisio memory. Until tomorrow I can cross your fingers, no?
is unlikely ever to search on forum statistics about the relationship between goal Quaresma and the weather? Who has not decided at the last minute from Del Piero and Totti, perhaps hoping for an attack of diarrhea Vucinic? Unfortunately, the italic want to discuss football - combined with not having a dick to do - even the best goes to waste time and money in prideful attempt to Friends Wooden with his football expertise, building supersquadre full of samples out of role, with stellar type attacks Pato Ibra Cassano, but with Sokratis defense. Even Inzaghi sometimes comes in handy on the project, even a name of the pipe as Pinilla becomes the subject of serious conversations when deciding to award the attack on him or Floro Flores.
's so that today, clearly before the games, I decided to deploy three quarters of Juventus and Fiorentina's most useless half, with a bit of scrap and fewer abortions in other teams, including Inter. In truth the omens had already had a couple of days ago, because one of my smarter purchases, at least in my opinion. But what's cool Mutu below? Now, in hindsight, I can say that it's cool as a kidney cancer, or if you are too emotional, like a hand in the ass to the elbow. Not to sound too angry for the almost total inability to deploy because of its continuous bullshit, but I think right now my dream is to be sold to any African team that sells out in turn to the slaveholders in Zimbabwe, the cry of "overall dimensions overall dimensions, good man biango Bombini ago."
But I would not put too much emphasis on the Pre, because today at lunch I was seriously pissed. Come on, you all know, with the Fanta we pissed a lot. Raise your hand if you did, like me, a purchase even more loss of Mutu, or the star of today, the actor-manager of the Franco Pippo in this January 6, the real phenomenon in this day of the championship. Like the idiots like me will understand, I'm talking about Felipe Melo. We were smart until today. We said in September that he would do a year stratospheric, and it was worth spending the little we have asked. And until recently there was even seemed to be right: a sample found, it seemed. Luckily today we found it seriously, otherwise we were worried. Me (apple?) I see what must have thought. "A kick in the mouth of this idiot is what it takes to start the day, especially after a breakfast of vodka and hugs." And after a nice cleats on gum left, finally a bit 'satisfaction. "It burns like there eh? Spitting blood like water! And I've even given strong as God, infidel! " All air, smiling slyly.
What can ruin the dining room to a football fan, fan of Juventus, with half of the Old Lady deployed in Fantasy Football? Is there anything worse than that Melo sent off for an act of wanton cruelty, and probably also contemplates eating the card as a sign of disappointment? Well, it gets worse. There Quagliarella injured, for example, easily replaceable by Bojinov, Iaquinta or Mutu, respectively dead, dying and interned. There is your door of trust, Storari, encasing goals as if they were candy. There is a goal annulled Chiellini, if you we want to be honest.
Results Sunday? To do this you need to wait until tomorrow, but a couple of accounts you can already do. Obviously my opponent, to add insult to injury supreme, not only Giovinco, but he had the balls to pay 1 million even Palladino. Then came - at first glance - seems it's time to blaspheme. But I stayed up to the account of the points driven by a faint hope: according to my calculations today I won! Sure, as long as Sanchez receives 33 votes and dry to give 8 Marchisio memory. Until tomorrow I can cross your fingers, no?
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