Lately everyone, including heterosexuals, older people, passers by, facebook avatar, wipers and stationmaster were infected by the syndrome Alfonso Signorini or Enzo Miccio, who then is the young lady 'closet: in short, all have suddenly become experts not only in style (there is nothing wrong with that) but the fags whip sour you do not just come from the wardrobe Scaruffi's the look that they never miss an opportunity to keep quiet. Do you remember your mother when relatives are coming or when it is particularly nervous? That's imagine that your mother is everywhere, and anyone that team from head to toe, who knows you better than your wardrobe. Imagine that the postman does: you are the best skirts pants, you know? Or does not wear that jacket I ever public treasury, how horrible! A firmetta here, please. Then go to the newsagent to buy puzzles a week ago and the newspaper there, but where did you get those shoes? And you: are vintage. He said, darling, to steal the shoes to her grandmother is not vintage, is floundering. And you: are new. And he said: ahahhaha you got one love.
So I wonder and I wonder: it only happens to me? It will be because of the fantastic Malgioglio or five? There is a real need to say the first thing that goes on in the mind of the other clothing? But a pack of Signorini's yours? I can accept from my gay friend, who, however, is much less sour than you.
I have never said that there seemed to Giulio Andreotti, who seemed rather his hump? What am I, your paper doll? But buy yourself a Barbie doll, please.
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