Alla faccia di quel cornuto di Publio Virgilio Marone, adesso scrivo un bel post sul bellimb.. no ops, sul servo della gleba. Scusate, ma questo genere d'uomo o meglio di cacchetta d'uomo è talmente noioso, da riportare la mia mente malata sulle tracce del già trattato bellimbusto di periferia, più baldanzoso e stimolante.
Se il Bellimbusto lo trovate agli aperitivi, ai concerti, alle serate mondane, le tracce del SDG invece sono di solito state avvistate nelle grigliate tra amici e alle feste di compleanno degli sfigati.
Il SDG è di solito un esemplare cesso. Può darsi che esteticamente non sia neppure troppo brutto, ma è talmente deperito interiormente che anche il suo fisico ne risulta compromesso: brufolazzi, stempiatura che avanza, monociglio, mani alla Mr. Burns, spalle spioventi, gambe a x.
La carestia della patata irlandese, che ha messo al lastrico la patria di Collins dal 1845 al 1849, non è nulla se rapportata a quella che vive questo uomo depresso, che non vede il tubero da anni e anni... è questo che solitamente lo spinge ad abbozzare abbordaggi disperati. Mentre state sorseggiando un Mojito vi chiederà: "Ti piace?". Oppure: "Ah, ma allora vivi a Canicattì!". O ancora: "Dunque, you who are expert tips to see what the TV this evening. "And again:'re a team that? What's your sign? I crush Questro pimple?
It 's a man so ordinary that, compared to him, my grandfather was original because at least one life every time he went to fix the water heater. Usually the SDG breath stinks and is soporific. This does not mean that if you've made the terrible, as well as unusual error to finish in its clutches horny (which has never happened to me) she managed to get to sleep easily: his calm upset you so much that you will do nothing but turn over in bed, plagued by an annoying itchy underwear. His morning flag-raising will not let you in pass: as rowing machine is a real disaster.
Usually these types of men end up with the Woody Pussycats (FDL): there is no danger of being frank with this kind of Benjamin Button. If you are the Pussycats Woody, however, try to free you from your misery and from this sad example of man as a sour yogurt ammmale gone. Unless you want a partner who:
- there will always say yes
- there will always call, even during meetings, the hairdresser, during a pedicure, while you're out with friends, while you're on the toilet and when you stay between the arms of another.
- will make the record of all his actions (washing dental to analysts, the shopping list of all calls received in the office)
- you will love his mother for ill-treated balls
- will accept all your horns
perfectly right - will do anything for you except one thing: entertain you, inside and outside the thalamus.
So, rather than with the servants, went with serve ... is certainly more fun! Capito Marge? Daajeeee! Porco Virgilio Marone!
Se il Bellimbusto lo trovate agli aperitivi, ai concerti, alle serate mondane, le tracce del SDG invece sono di solito state avvistate nelle grigliate tra amici e alle feste di compleanno degli sfigati.
Il SDG è di solito un esemplare cesso. Può darsi che esteticamente non sia neppure troppo brutto, ma è talmente deperito interiormente che anche il suo fisico ne risulta compromesso: brufolazzi, stempiatura che avanza, monociglio, mani alla Mr. Burns, spalle spioventi, gambe a x.
La carestia della patata irlandese, che ha messo al lastrico la patria di Collins dal 1845 al 1849, non è nulla se rapportata a quella che vive questo uomo depresso, che non vede il tubero da anni e anni... è questo che solitamente lo spinge ad abbozzare abbordaggi disperati. Mentre state sorseggiando un Mojito vi chiederà: "Ti piace?". Oppure: "Ah, ma allora vivi a Canicattì!". O ancora: "Dunque, you who are expert tips to see what the TV this evening. "And again:'re a team that? What's your sign? I crush Questro pimple?
It 's a man so ordinary that, compared to him, my grandfather was original because at least one life every time he went to fix the water heater. Usually the SDG breath stinks and is soporific. This does not mean that if you've made the terrible, as well as unusual error to finish in its clutches horny (which has never happened to me) she managed to get to sleep easily: his calm upset you so much that you will do nothing but turn over in bed, plagued by an annoying itchy underwear. His morning flag-raising will not let you in pass: as rowing machine is a real disaster.
Usually these types of men end up with the Woody Pussycats (FDL): there is no danger of being frank with this kind of Benjamin Button. If you are the Pussycats Woody, however, try to free you from your misery and from this sad example of man as a sour yogurt ammmale gone. Unless you want a partner who:
- there will always say yes
- there will always call, even during meetings, the hairdresser, during a pedicure, while you're out with friends, while you're on the toilet and when you stay between the arms of another.
- will make the record of all his actions (washing dental to analysts, the shopping list of all calls received in the office)
- you will love his mother for ill-treated balls
- will accept all your horns
perfectly right - will do anything for you except one thing: entertain you, inside and outside the thalamus.
So, rather than with the servants, went with serve ... is certainly more fun! Capito Marge? Daajeeee! Porco Virgilio Marone!
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