Colestrolo,
my name is Socks and I know that there is no need for me to introduce myself further, given that invade my way every day with your blood leaking fat, dense and full of delicacies of Emilia, who knows where that take them, because for years I'm trying to conclude our intense love story and greasy. My
Colly is not enough to eat only vegetables for lunch and plain give up cheese, the fried dumplings (IL dumpling, not the dumpling, if you live between Bologna and Modena, dear Colly, this is the norm) and my sausage adoratissimi . Col Okay, okay, but the ham can not. I really love him, we've been together for a lifetime, you can not ask this is my sexy friend of palate. Dear Col, you're also arrived to 390 mg of sympathy, dear Col, now that you are at 239 and there is the asterisk next to your friend keep you company, please Colly, be merciful. What do I do now? Pirouettes and prizes? And you can put a good little word to your task LDL? We do quieted a little bit?
Colestrolo Dear, I kneel in front of such great power, I humbly ask forgiveness and mercy glossy, please leave me in peace to enjoy some small pleasure, Colly Colly, I do not know what to do.
Untamente, bubbling oil
your socks.
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