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4 pensieri riguardo “nessun titolo”
prima di leggere pensavo che fosse il maestro di Gabry ad aver anche cercato di rubarti la bici!
D’altro canto… un bazooka in borsetta potrebbe essere una carta vincente 😉
La prova se sei cattiva o meno l’avrò ora che ti dico che ti ho mollato una catena sul mio blog!!
Quindi alla fine tocca dire addio anche alla bici… mica furbo ‘sto qua!
ma vuole mettere la soddisfazione di infilzare il nemico con una baionetta, o strangolarlo a mani nude?
tsk… dilettanti…
[avv so cruel]