One of my reader, Angie, I report an ex-emplare on which I would like linger: the Mastrolindo.
Yes, because the story itself seems to me rather than qualitative. Personally I've never known one, if not the label of the detergent, and that's why I'm curious. Physically
Mastrolindo evil is not, especially if you like the type rough with hair all to imagine.
C'avrà the fifth grade, but these days no longer finesses. Especially
has biceps from wressler. One way it makes the floors like those of ' Barcelona airport: they are so bright that it reflects what's under their skirts. The travelers have protested furiously against the proposed treatment and soil voyeur "Mat". The former manager has pretended not to. It's not mat.
Returning to our ex-emplare, I find it comfortable. With a house you Mastrolindo is the time to do a lot of things that otherwise would not ever. I do not know, for example, check that out before the hair is in order even in the back.
The other day I was tagged in a photo on Facebook. What is that damn virtual chicken coop! I'm at a dance party that profile. Apart from that I look like a Capuchin monkey, but then that hair ... I was late and I have not had time to pass me the plate as it should. All in all I thought they were safe. But I have two locks on the temples as smooth as eels and a head lettuce in the back.
Returning to the letter of Angie, I realize that may not be all roses with these Mastrilindi. Fri
good order and cleanliness, but in the long run Angie has a po'stufata of this man-broom and has deepened the problem. Male, Angie. Behind every problem there is never a solution, only a bigger problem. In fact, Angie has found a better mother neurotic obsessive manual. One of the most insidious kind. The one that proclaims one thing and does another. Angie tells me that this is a fierce follower of Eastern philosophies that "children should be thrown away as spears." But not so far from not being able to return every Sunday morning to polish all the silverware. In my opinion, every parent should teach their children the basic rules of living in the house and help him to take up the cabin. But to condemn forced vacuum and mop for life, not you. Neither the males nor the females. Unless you decide to pay him the regular contributions. I imagine the holy woman in a caftan lighting incense sticks and gives orders to the little child: "Come on honey, healthy mind in a clean house. There, there, in the corner does not have a reality check. "
What then each of these victims react to their own way. I know of some who later refused even to flush the toilet in the bathroom. And there I know that divorce is all about us to the Sacred Rota As.
Others, like the former Angie, put on his apron after a dinner by candlelight and begin to scrape the drops of wax from tablecloth to finish dusting the leaves of the philodendron and a poor awaits them in the bedroom with the pink babydoll him. That makes two sizes, which holds so much that you can not even give him a yell. When you decide to join her, now she has slipped into the gray felpone and Russian as a raccoon. They shrug their shoulders and claim that then there is plenty of time to dry the glasses. And the pink cloth at the foot of the bed is perfect.
And no, this can not go. We did not.
The following letter explains Angie Mastrolindo permanently because it is a dangerous breed. One way, by dint of clean and polish at the end collapses. And where he goes fishing? In troubled waters.
And he comes back from fishing with a mistress dangerously holy woman identical to her mother.
No, no .. too complicated for me!
I'll leave the explanations of Mr. Freud's case and I retire.
Angie, do something. To avoid unpleasant consequences, the next time you need a hand at home, call a domestic worker.
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