13 strangers together on holiday can also become friends. Before you doubt it, but now I know.
Ok ok here we were not friends ... not yet ... or me were all a little on the cock. 
And we want to remember it in its best .... the swing. Before the unfortunate events led him by myself and independent in premature and catastrophic demise. Do you think he could hold incredible weights, as you can see in this picture. 
moment of pure friendship. So much that I loved checco, who tortured me, inflicting pain to heal from the sea urchin spines embedded in my arm. So much so that I am a friend, that to give him this proof of my friendship I have taken measures to spread it on a rock with those curly planing with the pedal. Friendship. 
And here we looked at what the fuck? Eh, for a poor Milanese had just stolen the car. He was a kind Basset, Milan, muscular and angry, very Milanese, was very nervous and talked a lot about Milan, but mostly hovered to the beach with the umbrella stick ... looking for someone who knows, who knows what he hoped to find but if you find it ... Or how many decks gave him (but who?) Where did they go? Milanese runs here and there, like a nigger and panetùn little like Mickey Mouse, apparently trying to avoid that the entire beach him as a jerk. In vain. 
TO PERGOLA! We ate well in that Tropea! And there was also the Perch by machine (2 euros untreated ... that wasteful!) That allowed the photos of a certain caliber. 
the bonfire sti Romanists have sung the entire repertoire of the choirs of Rome. This is where their heart is made tender + ... I will not, not so much Rome but because it was my wake-up ... time to open my eyes and Valerio attacked ... ROOOOMA ROOOOMAAAA rooom ... 
a relaxed party on the beach, laughter, sincere, and above the fireworks of August ... WHAT THE FUCK ROBE 'THERE WAS A SLEEP WELL! but as you can ... Robert is able to stay up on every day momento.Un told (even now) of how during a walk to Roberto Pizzo indeed done a little at night, as he chatted in the square, leaning against a wall exhaled the word "Mary" and fell asleep. And no one noticed, because Robert is sleeping with his mouth and eyes open. I'm not kidding. 
At 11 am ... mbriacato already? No, no, it was just bitter and Ginger and Fred Astaire. But how do you feel you want to put a drink to one thousand meters?
The femminume group. Incidentally, I thought that women on holiday have the disadvantage of being BALLAST and pain in the ass, I hit it lucky week? The fact is that not the case! 
Beautiful photos because there is cagavamo rag ... I had saved the cat from certain death at the hands of Alexander, who wanted to drown him with a plastic cup. The others I do not give a stump.
But when it comes to complicity! The extended simo in Arabesque! Checco was there to act as a partner, to support or at least Treppl. But the treacherous cares, and spoiled with the nice evil grin (more intention and execution) of the act naturalized Campana. (Coe Simon Bell was not his, but after they naturalized, became Bell. Not if the woman had heard her singing AHO). We could not cagarci us ... we could lock ourselves in our affairs and "once in a week that you want to know." But we did not. And I also speak on your behalf, even if you do not know, it is.
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