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A life! A life, Jimmy, you know what that is?
Is that shit that happens
while you're waiting for moments that never come.
Detective Lester Freamon
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel
Turn up the treble 'cause I hit you with the bass
Remember my name and remember my face
Remember these words and remember the taste
Snoop Dogg, Y'all gone miss me
days of posting wild: the best of scum
1. prova
2. on the road
3. sadness after football
4. when moz and boz are on my side
5. sadness after talking
6. portrait of my city as a rainy place
7. songs that saved my life: suede/coming up
8. rear window
9. scum alle olimpiadi infernali
10. el bajon postmundial
11. i like the smell of cheap beer in the morning: the scum guide to pukkelpop 2006
12. how to live an arabstrapless life
13. on the road again
14. nobody dance nobody get hurt
15. in it for free drinking: rise to power
16. cronache di un lungo viaggio alla ricerca del fondo
atroC.T.X.Z.B.tion
scumofsociety di hattrick ricreando tutti i giocatori dentro proevolutionsoccer. un cazzo di lavorone, però quando ci giochi sai esattamente per cosa cazzo hai faticato a fare. poi ancor meno paghi abbiamo anche deciso di ricrearci noi stessi e inserirci dentro le nostre squadre di hattrick ricreate dentro proevolutionsoccer. una roba da farci attribuire la schizofrenia onoraria. dj enzo è una tristissima mezza punta a fine carriera, evidentemente sovrappeso, logorato da una vita di eccessi, si trascina mestamente per il campo con una lentezza imbarazzante e ogni tanto lascia partire qualche sporadico colpo di classe. io invece sono un difensore dal tackle chirurgico con evidenti ambizioni centrocampistiche, un elegante stopper longileneo dalla chioma fluente e dagli zigomi taglienti, but technically robust, powerful, yet precise, strict but fair. So now we have taken the tour before you go to hear the DJ set on Friday nights he spends here, eat a thing and as part of the first round of bitter at the first lady politely ask permission to get up from the table to go to toddle our virtual alter ego. combination the other night dj enzo has received a barrage of slaps on the face that as long as I remember it, but I have certainly started a blog to boast of my achievements and then step further. St. Simon the dried before leaving we gave one more sip of brandy Petrarca, which has really threatened to be fatal because no time to put down the embankments to the dj enzo did the portfolio. everything stops. is good that these two young North Africans have the advantage that they spend their days sucking the green against the rest of us that we have this passion for the digestive instead that could cost us something in terms of lucidity. But while these two phenomena that were believed to be able to fuck with the wrong pitching alliance we have been taught that have yet to eat shit before you can get your hands on the weekly budget provided by dj enzo for the beverage on Friday evening. thinking hard and so long drinks at risk of not drinking because of the theft, we choose to react with all the brutality required by contingencies and take back the wallet with all the money in and all the documents in order, despite the fact that dj enzo would have been useful to lose your license so you can replace the embarrassing photos of him with an eighteen year old afro hair. and at the score of the evening brandy petrarca 1 - green tea with mint 0. this vicissitude has brought something in terms of self-confidence but the adrenalin pumping unfortunately ended up squandering the wealth of elation that we had painstakingly built up to that point, bringing the simplicity of starting with a moral and economic harm by the incalculable value. while we waited for the arrival of the DJs we have also started to make real nightclubbing occasionally migrating in the room next door, dj enzo because he claimed that for a balanced diet is recommended drink from different counters. Luckily we came back in time to hear the final geyser, this boy from Michigan who obviously flirting with the synthetic sounds of Central Europe has left a legacy of a haircut so little presentation that could only be performed by the hand of a German hairdresser . but such an arrogant display of bad taste has been heavily tempered with a final set simply epic, run by a raving review of Troy Pierce's 25 bitches which was soon transformed into an endless nightmare of martial minimal. Facts beat the brain for half an hour from the dripping of deaf snares, box spring and oscillators pointing downwards like a gun gambizzante you'll see that in the end you're ready to kill in the name of the low frequencies. now satisfied, during the performance of heartthrob I just happy to stumble in the middle of the track waiting for someone to drag me to come home. dj enzo instead came to place me down the throat with a deadly sausage sandwich that I have literally exploded in his stomach when he came in contact with effervescent aspirin I naively swallowed without first dissolving in water.
the intent was to prevent some of the surf the next day because I had to go to the wedding. but unfortunately I had to do a shameful effort to succeed in riinfilarmi inside the dress of the degree and drag in this church where I suffered a lot because of the priest who always made us stand up and sit down again after every two minutes, and I frankly was more of the mood of the place firmly on the ass wooden bench until the end the Mass, also due to a digestive system so shabby that I was almost tempted to eat the host to absorb a bit 'of gastric juices. the fifth time we have done nothing to stand up for myself and the first lady we did on the cabin and puppets and we went out to smoke cigarettes on the porch, waiting for was the time to go to the restaurant to suck the drink. as a bonus track I suggest a visit to 24 hours party people Where on the page of photos of the M_nus party on Friday as well as to admire the outrageous haircut geyser, you can also enjoy a nice visual epiphany to photo number 38, which also shows below courtesy of Bob moz.
