Sugar Paste Motorbike

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As anticipated from the pages of this blog , La Tana del Grillo has officially made its debut in society. A debut that, according to insiders, has fully fulfilled the expectations. For the record, it must be admitted that the athletic training with a view to Faradda took place in the best way. In fact the night before the big event was the first companion accepted all its golden mansion, then paired them with blows of couscous, tortillas and birroni. Finally, he prevailed upon the slain worker by eliciting myrtles. Those who survived - that is all - was no recurrence so the following afternoon for a juicy, more fierce than ever, just in front of that Big Bar has become the scene of numerous raids summer. Witness OF ACCESS festive atmosphere was as usual Via Caramel. Starting at noon, the street that gave birth to Tana was invaded by local choirs will sing in similar circumstances, so everyone cheering walkways, parking or trying (in the case of number 5) to get to sleep. However, as determined by time, and there had to be Angelinho Angelinho. Hopping among the carcasses of carlsberg, all singing - among other songs that deliberately omitted, while with his right hand on heart, that can easily imagine - "Men Can not Jump is Cagliari " and "the falegnaaami , na na Nope na na na "( more or less on this refrain ). After having participated actively and refreshed by a fight to cross the threshold of Big Bar, you decide to move to other shores, but always in the company of some of ichnusas 66cl. As expected, the hot weather is not so hot, so it seems right and just test the culinary skills of Senegal. Result: double pit-stop with pizza (typical African food) as you touch the walls between friends and stop for physiological needs. Continuing along the route is conjectured to explore the possibility of a known alcoholic independent circulation that, as expected, answers this off in the distance you can imagine the echo of applause for the Sindic. Armed with cans of time, then you venture into the stream of course, with various stabling, more or less random encounters and choruses as " and Gianni Spee , na na na na na Nope." Under the general brothel and the fact that it is now mandatory binoculars Candlesticks to spot, cutting through the maze of strategic Ziddai with step - mandatory! The 66cl costs 2.50 - at the Café del Duomo. The descent towards Vico course can not pass through a Ciclofficina enhanced by the usual talking head in white singlet next door. The body breaks become more dense and important, as you know a nearby alley. Now he sings in the House "and pacioocciuuu lu na na na na na Nope, no more shame. All together, happy. The Stogame, however, grumbles. It takes the double-nougat ice cream Tonara (split in two by sharp axes) to return the cheetah than once. You quickly darkness falls fatigue, but the duties of a good citizen is first everything. Prior to infiltrate near Santa Maria, there is the crazy idea of \u200b\u200ba mojito exhausting: of course the super chic little bar on the corner there is no longer even the ice. Cazz. Yet another beer. Emotions galore for the entry of candlesticks in the church, but a few meters away is the bar of the distributor Agip, never as now a reference point for the entire community. The back then now seems an ideal location for empty the bladder, which is confirmed by the attempt made quietly in the darkness encountering even a crackling Jiri Hubalek, who holds bench sitting on the hood of a car. It is no longer time to do calculations, it goes on for inertia. Stop appeasing them all away and behind the band , which drags us into the weight Ziddai bright as day, through a door Utzeri ever so magical and full of meaning. All the while no mention to wane "and birrettaaa na na na na na Nope." The King of the Mountains is represented - if ever there were doubts - from the Palazzo Ducale. Hungry as cougars, one strives to swallow as quickly as possible sandwiches and Boeotia, in an attempt to defuse the fervor of the evening. It 'absolutely useless. Only a few hours and a few liters of Coke later looming on the horizon the possibility of publishing what would become this post. A zent'anni. From Tana.