Jerry mi consigli dove farmeli scalare questa settimana ho le doppie punte.....

A cercarla un po di neve si trova ...

ATX il parrucchiere vuole vendere il cassone nero e prendersi un 110! Ahahhaahahahahh

Ma il parrucchiere Carlo jeepdotato?

Secondo giorno di prova presso un orefice...dita incrociate.

Vai Dany !

Si Carlo Jeepdotato.
Tutto incrociato Dani

Mandy ha scritto:Si Carlo Jeepdotato.
Tutto incrociato Dani

Ma quello con il jeep grigio del video di felegara ?

Naaaa. È uno che lo utilizza per andare al bar. Mai fatto fuoristrada davvero

La piena del Po qui in Polesine. Oggi piove e siamo in allarme!

Mandy ha scritto:Naaaa. È uno che lo utilizza per andare al bar. Mai fatto fuoristrada davvero

qui il Po è uscito dal letto ma deve ancora superare il primo argine per ora siamo tranquilli

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Sono più spettinata di prima!

Adesso lavoriamo sul make up, hai provato la nuova linea visage Euphidra? Io mi trovo molto bene...

Cazzo GT che esagerato! Rigorosamente senza da tutta la vita.

Maschiaccio fino alla fine

Boris Johnson on his grandfather's Land Rover

About 40 years ago, my brothers and sisters and I used to get a lift in the back of my grandfather’s Land Rover – and we used to love it, because we could tell it was a fairly lethal way to travel. It was an ancient machine, so decrepit that the ignition key had been replaced by baler twine. The headlights were smashed. One front wheel arch was missing. The bumper was stoved in from the time the handbrake had come off and it ran down a hill into the house. The roof was squashed from the time it was nuzzled by a cow – I promise this is true – over a 10ft drop, and we found it on its back with all four wheels in the air.

It belched black clouds from the red diesel it loved to guzzle, and in the hands of my grandfather I suppose there are some who would have called it a positive death trap. In his later years, he took a relaxed view of the laws on drink-driving, and on at least two occasions after coming back from the pub, at past midnight, he had to be towed from the Exe – then thankfully not in flood – after he mysteriously turned left too early and failed to find the bridge. He was fine, of course, sleeping soundly as the sweet dark waters gurgled around him.

We loved the savage romance of the vehicle, the terrifying way it would almost tilt over as we went on the side of a hill, the surge of the revs as we tried to get through a bog. If some jobsworth police officer or other emanation of the state had interrupted our fun, and told my grandfather that he was risking our lives – well, I think we would have been disgusted and appalled.

Ultima ora da quarantenne. Domani inizio una nuova decade. Che figata

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