Royal Blue Shirt Black Tie

As Dorothy Spaventapassere

After greeting his friends Munchkins (but little during dinner, he had seen sucking the 'a the other thing that remotely resembled a lemon) Dorothy resumed his journey on a road with many murals glorifying rappers fallen in battle. After walking a Fracci, decided svaccarsi a bit 'in the grass and approached the fence that bordered the road, beyond which lay an abandoned soccer field. Out in the field - who knows why - there was a Spaventapassere impaled on a pole that was wailing loudly.
Dorothy, still giddy from the wine that had almost forced to guzzle down his throat, began to observe the Spaventapassere absorbed. It was ugly, ugly. He had acne, stringy hair and rotten teeth. He wore a checkered flannel shirt (Like the good old days of grunge) and pink pants short in the calf showing sponge tennis socks under a pair of gray loafers. Dorothy watched curiously
While the strange writhing specimen remains in the same place, was surprised to see that from time to time a volcanic pimples that besieged the face of Spaventapassere swelled and exploded himself, releasing a greenish liquid that dripped on filament covering it smelly. In addition, the type the snot running down his nose and ended up directly in the mouth, as the VATS had their hands tied behind his back.
When he realized that he looked at her, the girl approached him to observe it better.
- Oh, then? - Spaventapassere said the voice a bit 'proven.
- Did you speak? - Asked the astonished girl.
- Here we have Einstein's daughter! - Spaventapassere the sarcastic comment.
- How are you? - Asked the little girl, who had been educated by the nuns to be more educated as a nun.
- Tell me, dear, how you want to be with a pole stuck up your ass? - Said with a smile Spaventapassere the more accommodating as possible.
- Do not want to get off? - Asked Dorothy.
- Second you?! -
Spaventapassere From the tone of despair, he sensed that Dorothy had to help him. Not without difficulty he managed to pull the puppet from the pole: he was full of secretions, so that pollute the clean dress.
- Mamma mia - sighed he, as soon as the soles of moccasins resting on the ground. - Now I'm back a bit 'more human. If I had not even hemorrhoids ... -
Then, who became more gentle, he turned to the girl: - Who are you? And where do you go? And what are you doing Friday night? Thou hast to smoke?
The little girl promptly replied: - MichiamoDorothyedevoandareinquelpostoadincontrarequeltalemisembrasichi amiilmagodiOzzy ch and miaiuteràafarmitornareacasasanaesalva.
- What?! - Dorothy
repeated more slowly.
- Ozzy? - Asked the Spaventapassere. - The Ozzy of Black Sabbath? -
- Oh I do not know this, - said Dorothy melancholy. - I only know that he is a very powerful man. -
- I do not know about you - did that with all the forces holding a mighty fart because basically it was always in the presence of a little girl.
- Why did not you running away from me in horror? - He asked, genuinely curious.
- At school I was taught to have compassion for all. -
- Well, you know, I'm a Spaventapassere. Just a fluke I can see - even a pussy like you - usually disappears now ... -
- make me a great pity - she said with all sincerity child. The
Spaventapassere sent down the bitter pill and merely ask: - Do you think if I were with you in that place where you're going, Ozzy also solve some of my problems? Not that I do have a particular need, but you know ... -
- just do not know, - said Dorothy, - but also come with me if you like. If Ozzy will not give you what you need, you will certainly not become any worse.
Draft plague of shit, he thought it Spaventapassere. But she put her hands in his pockets and said no more.

Quotes For Softball Pitcher

saved the ill-concealed (ie part of the first post)

I have an ill-concealed that from the root the neck, and I feel like just waking up from a hangover of red wine at low cost. I
ill-concealed, play better and I feel the pain that starts from mid-back, as if I had raised the heart of the town - which is still low and leaves them firmly attached herself to the ground. I
ill-concealed, I say, but now I feel that part of the coccyx as if I had taken a culata on the ground, cock, slipped on the ice. I
ill-concealed, and comes from the knees, from plants to heavy foot, shoulder, stomach, abdomen and stomach.

more I try to describe it, the more I hear, the more it expands, squeaks, body changes shape and size, it becomes acute, pulsating, throbbing, constant, oppressive.
Now he writes that, by my hand.
looked at the screen with his eyes half closed, the pain of needles with eyes: the ill-concealed now is so strong to want to sign, but I have to find the final because he has no fantasy, you know just hurt.

Girdles And Nylonstockings

headache (ie the birth of the first post)

I have a headache that starts from the root of the neck, and I feel like just waking up from a hangover of red wine at low cost. I
maldistesta, listen better and I feel the pain that starts from mid-back, as if I had raised the heart of the town - which is still low and leaves them firmly attached herself to the ground.
I have headaches, I say, but now I feel that part of the coccyx as if I had taken a culata on the ground, cock, slipped on the ice.
I have headaches, and comes from the knees, from plants to heavy foot, shoulder, stomach, abdomen and stomach.

more I try to describe it, the more I hear, the more it expands, squeaks, body changes shape and size, it becomes acute, pulsating, throbbing, constant, oppressive.
Now he writes that, by my hand.
looked at the screen with his eyes half-closed, for the pain to the eyes of needles: a headache right now is so strong to want to sign, but I have to find the final because he has no fantasy, you know just hurt.