when it gets bad, there is an atmosphere of friction that usually tell us to fear the catechists.
He comes, even without looking around, move the chair of a quarter turn, and after sitting, stretch your legs very well and then cross straight, sott'al table.
the old Joe's carries the usual bottle, usually glass and an ashtray is empty.
here, yes, evil can smoking in public places, and even in cinema - but the movie prefers to bad little pub Beppe.
and explain to the children who do not have to mess with that then comes the bad headaches and if I am s'incazza cocks, it's complicated, but the catechists are certainly not perfectly submissive and know not to say fuck davant'ai children.
then there are always those hotheads, for example those that instead of passing the gates, climb over fences and window grilles, those children are adults and already know how to escape, even by catechists.
people like this here, they come in, you put bell'in standing in front of the table of Evil, and laugh.
and laugh so much, from having to beat the little fists between glass and ashtrays, wine in the bottle that seems to dance with them, laughing that laugh and laugh, but laugh as you see them?
because then I am happy, catechists not have stolen the desire to jump the walls and bad is only a distinguished gentleman who drinks his drink and smoke where others can not smoke.
