I bought a card with 5 international € allows me to call for three hours in Italy. If the mother knows the Telecom seize a shot. And maybe!
Then I discovered that in the internet cafe where I was and that permettte to use your notebook you can use skype or messenger even after ending the credit connection.
Dilemma forward ... "good news" to all those who wish to spend more time to communicate with the beloved and / or their friends (and therefore expect in the short time unable to do the trick ... mica are stupid if all of them ... damn them realize it) or be clever and keep the news to me? Well obviously ... GNU rules ... we share the information.
I'm in a pub on O'Connell Street. I stopped to rest your feet ... damn Dr.Martins.
I just found out that in Ireland try to pay something with a € 500 note is like trying, in Italy, to pay a bag of candy with a post-dated check for 2000 € ... what the fuck! They are not currency too? Oh well ... I make a pint, rest your feet and then I go. I wanted
take a Guinness and then leave for the hostel (as they will? Two and a half kilometers? Two? Boh? Damn Dr.Martins), but I stuck button (or button attacked him ... boh?) with a nice Irish 75 years . An old man who seems to be the grandfather of Frodo Baggins ... I do not know when it will end ...
Christ. Eventually went to pee and I can continue writing. Should I flee now that they are outside its field of view. Three hours gives me not just my Guinness pint tends to level off and then it does not seem nice. After five laps the world still seems to run in a non-noticeable (if not as an exaggeration and begins to swirl quickly) and in the right direction. Percentage of sympathetic understanding of the Irish man? 20-30% given that he is going nice and chew each word as an overcooked steak. Do not sip beer like me, he gulps. If I am to him is the sixth to the twelfth). And 'nice John. Frodo Baggins Something (I did not understand the spelling of his surname and even if it is irrelevant) and you know what? He was a shepherd. Oh yes ... a few steps from Temple Bar I found a retired shepherd ... He asked me
light on the Italian political situation and I explained how we are made (bad). Now every four words
Berlusconi and appointing ride ... but you see the lady if I do I have to take the piss out of a hobbit ... or his
God save my soul .. . We believe you?
Changing of the guard. John Baggins has gone leaving me with another Irish man who can speak with baritone carefully avoiding to move his lips and making it almost impossible to decipher the meaning of "uansoangosandoandouandomorinanson" coming out of his throat. Note. This is less than 40 years ... and if you take them as John. I'm beginning to think that beer after a certain age makes all men equal ... I have not thought well what it means but this thing scares me a bit '...
The waitress realized that, despite repeated requests of my friend, My glass must remain empty and my physical and mental health must be preserved.
I know that I will be leaving the pub the other side of O'Connell Bridge and my road is long but especially uncertain. May God or whoever he save my soul ... I
front garden of remembrance, sitting on the edge of a bed and I'm listening to the Modena City Ramblers. I never wrote the color of Ireland? No ... I think not. Well ... I ... you know ... sharp. I look up and see the blue sky ... but a strong blue, alive. I look down and the church seems more real than normal. That's what! Here the objects reach such a high level of ostentation reality that they seem almost fake. They seem proud to be where I am. The houses, sidewalks, poles, traffic lights seem to scream "Hey dick! Look at 'what we got no real !?!?!?"? No. Of course. Oh well I continue my journey to the hostel ... that sucks.
Then I discovered that in the internet cafe where I was and that permettte to use your notebook you can use skype or messenger even after ending the credit connection.
Dilemma forward ... "good news" to all those who wish to spend more time to communicate with the beloved and / or their friends (and therefore expect in the short time unable to do the trick ... mica are stupid if all of them ... damn them realize it) or be clever and keep the news to me? Well obviously ... GNU rules ... we share the information.
I'm in a pub on O'Connell Street. I stopped to rest your feet ... damn Dr.Martins.
I just found out that in Ireland try to pay something with a € 500 note is like trying, in Italy, to pay a bag of candy with a post-dated check for 2000 € ... what the fuck! They are not currency too? Oh well ... I make a pint, rest your feet and then I go. I wanted
take a Guinness and then leave for the hostel (as they will? Two and a half kilometers? Two? Boh? Damn Dr.Martins), but I stuck button (or button attacked him ... boh?) with a nice Irish 75 years . An old man who seems to be the grandfather of Frodo Baggins ... I do not know when it will end ...
Christ. Eventually went to pee and I can continue writing. Should I flee now that they are outside its field of view. Three hours gives me not just my Guinness pint tends to level off and then it does not seem nice. After five laps the world still seems to run in a non-noticeable (if not as an exaggeration and begins to swirl quickly) and in the right direction. Percentage of sympathetic understanding of the Irish man? 20-30% given that he is going nice and chew each word as an overcooked steak. Do not sip beer like me, he gulps. If I am to him is the sixth to the twelfth). And 'nice John. Frodo Baggins Something (I did not understand the spelling of his surname and even if it is irrelevant) and you know what? He was a shepherd. Oh yes ... a few steps from Temple Bar I found a retired shepherd ... He asked me
light on the Italian political situation and I explained how we are made (bad). Now every four words
Berlusconi and appointing ride ... but you see the lady if I do I have to take the piss out of a hobbit ... or his
God save my soul .. . We believe you?
Changing of the guard. John Baggins has gone leaving me with another Irish man who can speak with baritone carefully avoiding to move his lips and making it almost impossible to decipher the meaning of "uansoangosandoandouandomorinanson" coming out of his throat. Note. This is less than 40 years ... and if you take them as John. I'm beginning to think that beer after a certain age makes all men equal ... I have not thought well what it means but this thing scares me a bit '...
The waitress realized that, despite repeated requests of my friend, My glass must remain empty and my physical and mental health must be preserved.
I know that I will be leaving the pub the other side of O'Connell Bridge and my road is long but especially uncertain. May God or whoever he save my soul ... I
front garden of remembrance, sitting on the edge of a bed and I'm listening to the Modena City Ramblers. I never wrote the color of Ireland? No ... I think not. Well ... I ... you know ... sharp. I look up and see the blue sky ... but a strong blue, alive. I look down and the church seems more real than normal. That's what! Here the objects reach such a high level of ostentation reality that they seem almost fake. They seem proud to be where I am. The houses, sidewalks, poles, traffic lights seem to scream "Hey dick! Look at 'what we got no real !?!?!?"? No. Of course. Oh well I continue my journey to the hostel ... that sucks.
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