Se il buongiorno si vede dal mattino, allora Bomberino, così su due piedi, è un piccolo mix vivente di un dittatore di qualche paese sperduto del Sud America e di un tenore castrato, magari figlio illegittimo di Pavarotti e Katia Ricciarelli. Belin, in pochi giorni ha preso le redini del territorio, imponendo la sua legge non scritta che si fonda sull'uso spregiudicato dell'ugolina già perfettamente polifonica.
All this to say that Bomber is also nice but it is a great fucking shit. In twenty days of life has done little to see two or three things that worry me a lot. First, his mother is his property, has also begun to scratch the zizza bad when there sleeping over.
Each time to eat, and happens several times in the day and night, there's the scene that he appropinqua the mother's womb and the first order in) punches him, was not even a punching ball, b ) you cling, I miss it a buoy in the sea like Tom Hanks in the movie that is drowning in the sea, not even his mother was the Zinna Wilson, the volleyball ball with which poor Tom Hanks lives on a desert island, c) I grab the breast, followed by a series of moves with your head, it seems that they put an electrode in the ass, like a boxer who dodge punches in the face - bomber, which has the looks that the Zinna the gloves of your mother, was born on the farms goodness - and then after several attempts clips to Zinni and sucking like a madman who does not drink for eight years. Aho, bomber, look at that Zinn is not yours and you no one touches it, quiet.
Then, now between a feed and the other bomber as it begins to stay awake, for pleasure. You want to amuse. Belin, thou hast twenty days, you should only eat and sleep. But no. First, eat a whole roof and then, instead of passing the second round, eat and then back to sleep, you want to amuse. It is mind-blowing scenes: not to suck the second roof, pretending to faint in the arms of his mother. Then, you put him in a wheelchair, so you think he's asleep. But no, three seconds after the Count Ugolino - cursed by his throat - goes back to crying violently. He also learned to be come the convulsions on purpose, so you think he's hurt and pulls him up out of pity.
Just take it in her arms, all Paraculo, stop screaming for three minutes seems like a cherub angelic. I make him do two or three strolls into the house, then begins to scream, Ugolino. Then the rimollo into the clutches of his mother, and he remains as usual.
Then, you have to be attentri which can not be no dirty diaper because if the gentleman does not sleep. He wants to be all washed and ironed, the dictator of the house. The mother obviously sees the pimples just say you should take him to the emergency room. Belin, with all that milk should be set acne us giovaile to twenty days, her mother is picked clean and she is also happy. I have no words. Last night, for a shot of ass ever seen, I managed to see me Dinamo Bucharest - Lazio as a whole. Why bomber gave us two hours to eat like two tits of his mother, now makes it easy, when tired she falls asleep in the middle, you spupazzare around, a little whimper ', defecatio, verses, etc. pretends to sleep. Sometimes the whims must know how to ride.
For the rest, tonight was not getting to sleep. Three hours to scream like hooligans in a curve. Fracico sweaty, with the mother saying let's drag him to the emergency room. Eventually, I did do the circumnavigation of the apartment in Piotta those twelve or thirteen times, with lots of lullaby bomber bom bom, goats, etc. make you hello. etc.. finally slept, I was awake as a cricket and I read three chapters of Infinite Jest.
This morning we did the shampoo, hair dryer continues to please him. The other night I have dried the soaked SHEET sudorino always filthy with hair dryer, poor, little sweat at night, it's hot. Dot, you should take in the countryside, piccino. Belin, se è così a venti giorni non oso immaginare fra qualche mese.
L'altro giorno mi ha tirato un rigurgito luridissimo di formaggio già mezzo fermentato sulla schiena. Mi ha completamente lavato, meno male che ero in mutande se no mi corrodeva la maglietta. E poi, novità di oggi, gli è venuto un calletto sulle labbrucce, poverino, ciuccia talmente tanto che gli è venuto il calletto, piccino, piccolino della mamma.
Il cordone ombelicale ce l'ha ancora attaccato, con lo sputo, così non possiamo ancora lavarlo e comincia e fetere come una capra, bomberino ti fanno ciao. Ora dorme, dopo aver spolpato di nuovo sua madre che ovviamente è un tappetino di fronte a qualunque minimo vagito the little creature. I'm bastard. But, having said that, some few weapons to combat it are: bothers him to die when I give him the kisses full of nicotine and beer, so I fill it with kisses and he has to suffer. But I have to be careful because the mother has caught me as I did, and pissed like a hyena. The bother if I tickle your feet while sucking the milk, then I can make him a few times.
For the rest, is an adorable little rugby player, in my opinion will become high enough, at least I hope so for him, but which has the foot of the slices that seem pretty long. Produces an abnormal amount of organic waste, is now the Merdin the right color and grainy.
Odia essere lavato e lo sviluppo della potenza della sua ugolina di merda è pazzesco, ogni giorno sempre più violenta. La madre è la sua schiava e io, essendo già lo schiavo della madre, sono di conseguenza il suo schiavetto personale. La legge di Raffo si è avverata in venti giorni. Belin, almeno speriamo che diventi sandoriano. Per il resto, insieme al cordone ombelicale dovrebbe cadermi l'uccello anche a me visto che ormai è un optional, un lontano ricordo di quello che un tempo era un organo sessuale e oggi ridotto a piccola massa inutile. Vabbè. Speriamo più in là in una ripresa.
In compenso, l'altra sera il bomberino, contariato perché lo stavamo cambiando, gli ho visto il pisellino get up, was on the changing table, and pull a piss anywhere around the world that has washed over a kilometer and a half. So, without notice to mariners, a jet dry and powerful. Meanwhile, screaming, little Ugolino. Belin, baby, so cute, but How cute, little of her mother.
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