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Young drug addicts and unconscious, soon released Manggiossi


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Manggiossi Cash, the prophet of the two surnames, was arrested yesterday morning as she held one of his life lessons to Porrina. The famous traveler and soul of the countries has been found with some of his students near a rice field. The four boys aged between 16 and 21 years, and two girls aged 21 and 20 years were all found naked and unconscious.

Manggiossi was intent to break the Australian Acorns and babbling of an episode in capitatogli Mudululululu in Lulonia. '.. At one point mentre il Dio del Rock dagli occhi vitrei, mi diceva: “Manggiossi , Tu devi correre a Fantasia, velocissimo Tu devi andare, perché lì io ho lasciato il violino che gli angeli della notte vogliono suonarlo…Un Dio dislessico, pensai..» Interrotto dall’arrivo dei Gendarmi, Manggiossi ha chiesto se poteva sciogliere insieme alle ghiande australiane, i gradi che il maresciallo teneva ben appuntati sul petto.
Uno dei ragazzi drogati e completamente nudo, alla sollecitazione di un nostro collega ha faticosamente sussurrato. “ Non ne posso più, ditegli di rullare quella canna e passalla. Sono sei ore che s’aspetta”. Alla nostra domanda, come mai fossero nudi, dove fossero finiti i vestiti. Il ragazzo which has the answer that the teacher set them loose against drugs in Australia. According to the teacher, adulterated drugs can get better in touch with participants. However, Manggiossi will soon be released. Indeed, the young people said that did not know him and did not even know who he was. Another story for all Manggiossi to tell?

Photo: Mangiossi stadium before the derby Camporognone - Rognonese.

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The prosthesis was an heirloom in trouble artiglianese

"Stop, police! Favors the wooden leg. " He must have heard something Amill Specciolini, artiglianese choreographer of 62 years, yesterday afternoon, when the police broke into his home.

Specciolini The right leg is free from the age of 43 years. The last time I changed the implants, about ten days ago, did not know that the limb wood bought on site specializing mynewleg.com was the baseball bat with which the ace-origne calappese Freddy Tragaglione had beaten in 1974 's Still unbeaten record for home runs in Gremo League. A month ago, the relic was to be auctioned at Stombolin's, where he achieved some record-breaking prices. Shortly before the start of the bat had mysteriously disappeared. Accurate investigations of the police, thanks a satellite chip applied to the article, have identified the ill-gotten gains. It remains a mystery how the club has ever happened to claw Terme. Perhaps those who stole it has disguised as a wooden leg to give less attention, but just do not understand how it can be sold over the Internet. The Specciolini now without implants, confined to a chair and unable to play his beloved work as a choreographer, has been placed under investigation, "a must for the" say the investigators, "After the injury, insult," he says and adds: "Who pays for me now the wooden leg?".

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Tornione A sea of \u200b\u200bDiamond Route: an experience that I will never forget

Taken from the dialogues of "Stories drugged," published by Furore Sanguigni . Stanna Barge (MA)
(3 minutes reading time and 50)
"the diamond sea Tornione treats over the years has always maintained a certain rigor that distinguishes it from other similar countries of the national territory. In fact, the street furniture is very nice and overall the air we breathe is calm, quiet and calm. A peace that does not communicate anxiety waiting something that can break suddenly. Here, nothing ever happens. None. No remarkable fact .. Never any surprises. In short, a peaceful country ever Qantar.
- "And his people?"

I Tornionesi, are "lying", clean and fresh faces, whose eyes communicate peace and serenity. Polite, friendly, polite and good manners, Tornionesi welcome tourists with big smiles and cordiality. Without being intrusive ask, are curious, but with the greatest kindness. Looking around you realize that no one runs, and never in a hurry. The people in this country work slowly and their cars do not make noise, make noise and even scooters shall disturb the peace that imposes itself here without even your knowledge. The windows of their houses are always open and the door ajar. The source that feeds the energy is only the sun. Everything around seems to conform and adapt to this community of people calm, relaxed, serene. Nature is in perfect harmony. Pigeons, for example, does not relieve themselves from the rooftops, filling the edges of the platform of their guano, but as light as butterflies fly away, immersed in the surrounding woods. The trees shed their leaves when the wind does not contribute to scatter in the streets, on the contrary, they slide down your trunk to store it and then push them gently toward the river and as cars on the tracks of a train, leaving in a row without getting lost. There is little rain, just to water the fields and invigorate the flowers. Most of the time of clear skies and clouds are white as the robe of the Madonna. However, the diamond sea Tornione Trafficking has a story to tell.
I'm sorry to disappoint you, because no news is ever leaked here. Here, the newspapers do not exist. In this village everyone is equal and have the same importance. You never know what happens. But probably nothing, but things more normal and more common. A country "so" if you will, but whose citizens do not favor the legal proceedings. But coming to the point, I have lived here a 'hands forget that experience. I visited this country fifteen years ago. There was a big red sun that dazzled. While sitting on the bench contemplating the end of an alley filled with the red of the sunset, surrounded by a country is depopulated at the hour of dinner, a child approached me and asked: "Why Tornione is not music?". I was shocked, I had not noticed, and did not know how to respond. Then I looked towards the closed shops and cobbled streets clear. So she ran towards the square, was poor but shimmering, the sun's rays reflected deeply on the ancient floor of the square. I repeated all the time, as ever in that country there was actually music. But above all I realized I had not all day .. Then got a sense distress, stopped with force and in a bad way, the only country that went from there, wondering. The Lord looked straight into my eyes, I said, "My dear, rock is dead, rock is dead" and fell silent. But then a tear digging a wrinkle on his face fell on the asphalt pavement, perhaps, the only "stain" the existing, throughout the village as ever immaculate. At that point I felt the pull on the jacket, and I saw that boy stretching his arm, he pointed his finger with a stereo dall'alone showed the tear: there, before us, the ground is a stereo erse quite large. The boy suggested that I turn up the volume. As I turned slowly the volume knob, I felt like a warm sound that was becoming increasingly strong, very strong, though I am I could not define it. Until it culminated in an agreement that guitar like a blast, let me throw back, and so began a roaring guitar solo. It was scratchy, ferruginous, distorted, dirty, a fast-paced, brilliant accent, many tied notes without a pause for reflection, sounds impulsive, unruly., A roar of notes that are banging against each other, rushing and then went up swallowing air and then released in a deep breath. Those notes were cries of joy, laughter, enjoyment of pain. Harmony was the balance. The solo was life. Oh My God! ecstasy. catharsis, liberation. I was screaming and squirming and I did not want to stop
It's been 15 years since that event and only now I'm back. I made a great figure of shit. It was the ambulance and nurses who quietly made me lie down in bed. I was surrounded by incredulous faces of people who had bothered to get out of their homes and in their lives that perhaps they had never expressed astonishment. Those facial expressions were like those of a child to whom you say that Santa Claus does not exist, although it was not even aware of its existence, in short, when that expression is not clear, but something inside you tears. The ambulance took me slowly
al Pronto Soccorso. Con prognosi di 5 giorni a causa di esaurimento emotivo, mi misero sul primo treno per Camporognone
Girò voce che un tossicomane in preda ad un attacco isterico spaccò uno stereo uccidendo un bambino e anziano signore dandogli fuoco. Fu l’unica notizia che trapelò in quel paese e forse l’ultima. Tra i tavoli della briscola, tra la gente negli uffici, tra i bambini a scuola, tutti parlarono di quel evento in maniera pacata, quasi sussurrata , ma mai senza giudicare e senza scomporsi, solo poche lacrime. Ogni tanto.
-“Ma eri stato te?”
-“Io non seppi mai la verità, perché a Tornione del Rombo Spagga Tratta se chiedi,ti rispondono che tutto è tranquillo e che non nothing ever happens "
-" What a flash! What a fucking cool, but it is a true story? What a crazy story intriguing lot. The rock ... .. Wow. Look, but I throw the barrel of the acorn that you almost done? .
- "Yeah I'm sorry" I stood up and walked towards the fading glow of the night.

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Artesian Spa in quarantine as "flourished nail syndrome" disrupts the Plain Secciarone

E 'since the plague that an entire city was no longer quarantined in our country, but those were other times really: a time when all the local priest it gave the witch hunt, a time when medicine spesso si sovrapponeva a rituali antichi gorgoglianti di magia e superstizione, tempi in cui si moriva per un'influenza. Oggi non è più la peste o la lebbra, il colera o la sciatica a fare paura ma la sindrome dell'unghia fiorita. Artesiano Terme, nota alla cronaca per i diverbi avuti in passato con i cugini di Camporognone, è stata completamente sigillata con una enorme semicupola in lattice per limitare il più possibile il divampare di una malattia sconosciuta fino ad ora: la sindrome mortale dell'unghia fiorita.

La malattia ha già mietuto 15 vittime fino ad ora e squadre di medici e scienziati stanno cercando di avanzare alcune ipotesi ma i tempi brevi e l'aumento dei contagi sta rendendo loro la vita molto difficile.
nail syndrome flowering occurs at the beginning with the nice little white flowers on the nails, then the nails (hands and feet) start to grow out of control but what is worse is starting to cause pain is not a classic sore nails, is a shooting pain and throbbing, something that does when the nails are removed.
syndrome causes such pain that sufferers can not resist more than a week, even under sedation, opiates or acids: the doctors have tried everything and have come to Artesian large quantities of various types of drugs groped hinder the outcome of the disease ... but nothing.
Artesian is now a country in a panic: the sick are not locked in the house to pray and take drugs while patients wander, without all the drugs possible, similar to the zombies of the worst horror movie, the streets of the city under a sky of latex. Even when fully doped
some of those infected can not bear the pain and inflicting death sticking stakes in the heart or getting tested to the edges of furniture.
The team of doctors from the first world order led by our fellow Giangiacomo Lasalunga reserves to grant an exclusive interview as soon as possible. Meanwhile
Camporognone was opened in a town festival that will last for fourteen consecutive weeks at samba rhythm and sweets to mascarpogno: among the activities to be emphasize the race (in our opinion a bad taste) of clay sculptures with nails.

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Drilly, the reptile caregivers!

by Enzio Biagio

seems incredible and indeed it is, the McKewuoi tired of changing every week to the carer old grandfather who lives with him, he made a drastic decision and bizarre breaks my grandfather? no caregiver resists more than seven days? well, it takes a ... crocodile!

So he went from a professional trainer and has made the strange request: I buy a crocodile and let me diventare la miglior badante del mondo! La perplessità è scomparsa di fronte al mucchio di denaro messo sul tavolo. Così, in sei mesi, ecco che arriva a casa Drilly, il coccodrillo badante. Dicono di lui: è un po' severo, ma in fondo è sensibile, silenzioso di compagnia, e se dovesse morire ci facciamo le scarpe per tutta la famiglia! Si dice che sia già diventata una moda quella del coccodrillo badante, non resta che dire: Occhio nonnetti, fate i bravi!

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The Mortadella


"Non non è un seminario, avanti, prendi un cucchiaio! Mescola, accendi il palato, abbiam voglia del mortadellato!". Ecco lo slogan di un nuovo

product that will conquer the market soon. The creators know them, are the renowned chef of the Birch Onorino Cohen and Pierre that together have established a company and launched the "mortadella". It is a cream mortadella, without dyes or chemical engineer, the two swear to mix it with milk, fruit or whatever. In short, a sort of milkshake, but with the mortadella to make a queen. Preparation is simple: just take a tablespoon of sausage and put it to blend with milk. Optionally you can add fruit, nuts or why not, even cheese. The cream comes in a pink glass jar but will soon be also available in a stick. Everyone is already looking mysterious ingredient, although the two chefs say that for a good sausage is so much passion. We are convinced, too!

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"Dad, I'm your father," family drama


by Hydro Montagnella

hold hands crossing the street, are reaching the little park where there is a swing and slide, his favorite. But the favorite of those? The child or the adult accompanying? Or is the child to accompany the great? Yes, because CG and IL have discovered a glaring truth that has changed their lives. "Dad, I'm your father."

Little CG discovered after simple analysis done at school that had 73 years and what he believed essere suo padre in verità era suo figlio e quella che credeva essere sua madre era in verità sua moglie che lo teneva da cinquanta anni lontanto dalla verità. Dopo una caduta di bicicletta C.G. aveva battuto la testa e aveva perso la memoria in più ha iniziato a regredire nel fisico fino ad assestarsi in un corpo dell'età di 12 anni circa. Probabilmente le cure sperimentali lo hanno in parte salvato dal tornare addirittura embrione. Ma il dramma è che ha una memoria che dura 12 ore e poi si resetta, forse una reazione a quelle cure speriementali. Così il tempo di scoprire la verità, incrociare la mamma moglie con lo sguardo malinconico, prendere per mano il padre figlio e dirgli tutto. Una passeggiata lungo mare e poi lo shock di nuovo e la memory reset. "Dad, I'm your father," Dad was your father, mother you were my wife, I have brothers? Who am I? Dad? Mom? I'm afraid of the dark, I'm afraid.

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Wellness: man, energy and Klus

by Master Alimansusisy

"Man", "energy" and special characters are already widely discussed by distinguished colleagues, but the power of Klus 's epiphany that I humbly but with the splendor of a sunrise floridiscentemente pink and gold. The Klus but remains dormant in us the seriousness of everyday life, from the puffed rice every morning, the roast pig every two days, is Klus love and death, is joy and pain, heat and freddolino, but most of all is the Klus Klus. If you're stressed, if you're too happy, if you're too sad, if you're too depressed if you are too ... pull out the Klus, it's easy! Embraces a Siberian Tiger!

Look out blindfolded and with a handful of needles in his hands and fists clenched tight on a high rock cliff or better, breathe, breathe, and then shouted: Klus! Speed \u200b\u200band energy, as a tear, like a whip, but of love, a love powerful, luminous, versatile and beautifully syntagmatic radiolante the heart of all of us. Gentlemen, enough wrinkles, just dirt between the toes, It embraces a TIGRE spans a Siberian Tiger!

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A Mantua San Bolso is fever Grand Prix


Thirteen years of research, four engineers involved, twenty-three miles of track, twelve dishes, eight loops. These are the numbers of fast track "slot" of electric cars in the world, the huge version of what all the kids had room dreaming of being in Formula One.
The first Grand Prix test is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon in San Bolso Mantua. The track should allow the cars to reach speeds unimaginable, the peak should be reached on the fourth around the death of the second lap. To power the track need energy to run a town of twelve thousand inhabitants. The drivers of cars will be fitted with the classic control with the thumb lever to operate the telescope and have seen the size of the track. Mantua San Bolso eagerly awaiting the grand prize that will put the small town at the center of world sports coverage.

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R & R, colds and reptiles: creepy


by Ezio Biagio

It is called "deviation Mababe," but others call it the "Curse of Gunga Randa," is the "disease" that affects, say the wise men local population in a hundred new moons Fiumango living along the river in the middle of unspoiled tropical jungle. The "disease" that has all the characteristics to be a real mystery to the scientific community, is manifested initially as a common cold. Respiratory inflammation, stuffy nose from mucus, headache and slight fever. But then, the dramatic surprise ...

The problem is the second phase, in fact, that a common cold is characterized by the dissolution of mucus, and copious use of handkerchiefs. But we're not talking about a normal illness, we are talking about the "diversion of Mababe" or "Gunga Randa's Curse" and the second phase is that it thickens the mucus in the form of reptile strisciante e al primo starnuto dal naso esce un serpente, si un serpe di moccio, il Gunga Randa per l'appunto o il Mababa a seconda della tribù a cui ci riferiamo.
I pochi medici che hanno raggiunto le popolazioni che vivono attorno al Fiumango non sanno dare spiegazioni, il mistero c'è e si è rivelato la settimana scorsa, l'appuntamento sarà tra cento lune nuove...

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The enigma of the animals Scafagna


Prima i cani hanno abbaiato e ululato una vecchia canzone anni sessanta “E viene notte, e vieni tu” dei Plexor, poi i gatti hanno miagolato all’unisono la Settima sinfonia in fa minore di Sgrattalì e le mucche l’hanno ripetuta muggendo. Ad un certo punto si felt a strong smell of cheese and a few drops fell from the sky green.

After a few hours was found dressed in a rooster and two hens in a tuxedo dress and red patent leather shoes. The next day a bull just walked backwards and still has not recovered. A guinea pig was hit by a severe attack of bloating the smell of white musk.
All this happens in one week to Scafagna pollinese. Strange and unusual events involving the land and its animals. Some spoke of divine intervention, others of acid rain, and some of electromagnetism. What remains is the mystery, and curiosity to see what happens tomorrow. Meanwhile we hear that a rat's campaign has painted his den representing the history of the world, naming the work "from Big Ben to the mousetrap."
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Feuss Mattolupo - I gotta go, I want to go, how do you


Dialogues enveloping, walk on words, natural breaks in the dialogue: this is Feuss Mattolupo, as always, and in his latest book, "I gotta go, I want to go, how do you , "published by Publisher Caffuoro. Following the usual taste. (ed. Upo UPI)

I was there with the mind but intermittent, tired of listening to too many a word exchanged. Presissima and everything was Cadullia m'infilava in my ears:
- because canilupi is not true that dogs are half wolf and half are just canilupi ... and wait, wait, last week I went to the movies and just have this film? Yes, yes, but no, I know you know the film intended as a building. I said in the film center, next to the hat shop. By the way, I open and close parentheses, which has the Bollina hat that you saw? Bollini and the girl Alullo. Listen, I can not stand. In fact I tell you that it is slippery. - Tired
, with the vacuum around, because even the canelupo was gone, I looked away and puts it elsewhere. A
Cadullia could not fit:
- Sisi, I just do not even Alullo I understand ... Fonzie? Fonzie? But excuse eh, I'm talking about! But it does not ... I talk too much? Eh, I've broken? -
course was breaking, of course I was talking too much but without telling him how to make them understand?
Fonzie had an idea:
- Do not break at all is that I have a problem and the doctor advised to me to turn my neck to stand up and take a walk. -
- Ah, weird. What doctor are you? But you should get up then. - She intervened.
- Cabbages yes, there I was thinking. Thank you and fuck you. -
- sorry, you say?! -
- You, fuck around his neck. -
- Ah. -