When I was 14 years, or at the end of the first high school, I went to England. No, I emigrated to what you have to wait about 10 years later ... I went for a 'study vacation' in a country in the ass Sussex: Saltdean. Nice town (there is' nothing to laugh) a few walk from Brighton, where you can 'see one of the most' shameful monstrosity 'architecture (the Royal Pavilion ), very middle class and a prey to boredom more' black ... in a few words from faint! one imagines, say, England, Duran Duran, this was not the suburb of the suburb! So I went with my cousin Gabriele (who knows' what happened to him as well) with a group organized by my prof. English. An ill-assorted group say (we will run away 'a rape of a student as well, damn that never ever comes in to me !)... however a group. I smoke and Gabriele (oggesu 'use the past tense) assigned to this family (husband, wife and child at an early age') that they put us to sleep in the attic. Penthouse I could have said, but no, it was just an attic, in the sense that there was a modern ladder leading to the attic where we slept. Figure of shit number 1: 'Smith' (call them 'Smith for comfort' as memory serves me correctly and I have no 'idea how they were called) call us for dinner (6 pm) and I and Gabriel, who laugh at the situation like two idiots, we're going to get (an expression that does a lot Grand Hotel) to eat and I'm all down the stairs' landing on the sacrum of ass ... and off to laugh ... figure shit number 2: Gabriel, you hear a man's world, debuted at the table with a "Good Appetit!" (Pecoreccia translation of 'good appetite') accepted Smith looks distraught with the number of shit ... Figure 3: The cassette recorder (you dear, we did not have the i-Pod at the time) you download, or better, the batteries discharge quickly that we replace it with batteries Recorder Smith of the child ... we see the distraught look Superpila Green (who knows' where it will be, eh?).
For three weeks we continue in this routine of breakfast, school lunch ... Stop! Lunch: consumed after school English (a jumble of sentences that Gabriel is unable to assimilate), at 2 pm. First, we do lunch on your own (imagine him, Smith is working, Smith, we have no more 'idea where during the day ... doing tricks? you never know with 'sti English ...)... second, "lunch" every day is in 7 / 4 of sliced \u200b\u200bbread' ... now, I would like to dwell on 7 / 4 ... 'cause not eighth so that 'end of the four slices? (Are you following me ?)... be 'seven sandwiches with salami shocking pink (!!!) that will' pork was hallucinating, packet of crisps and orange juice (succo.. it's easy to say juice: it was concentrated diluted). So at the end of one of these delicious lunches, and I explore the home of Gabriele Smith (when not steal the batteries of his son), and between Pongo and the other we find that the Smiths have a freezer ... what will we 'inside?? ice cream?? Noooooo! Tupperware many each containing 7 pink salami sandwiches! A chilling discovery (and 'to be said, put her hands over her face ...) leaving us' dismay at the check-up (but as I speak? But who are they? Lina Sotis ???). Who knows' frozen disgust that we ate! British germs at full blast ... who knows' if they had washed their hands before preparing delicious lunches ... Who knows, 'who knows' ... Do not make me think that mo 'I'm going to vomit squid that I have on my stomach since last night!
not kiss that I've got bad breath
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