Ciao!

Ciao! For you alls an then more! It is like the fuck her in this places. Well. I still here for Pret a Manger, an still they this Marty my fuck the boss!

Marty he todays says me:
"you wach footaball the night, eh Bruno?"

I says
"Of corse."

He say
"You like me want Milan stuff the bastards, eh?"

I say
"No. I from Roma an wan fuck the stuff them Milan like the chicken be kills on the farm."

He say
"You a fooking poof? You wan them scum the win? You shit nob."

I say
"Fuck you Marty you for not the know an thinks about football. I come the Rome and no fuck wans Milan with trophy in they streets kissing like womens."

Marty. He a fuck pig. Want a idiot!! I know not waht it is but for me he mus the stoip it not my busyness but it no way ws for he to say that on Bruno. I look his clothes. He look the tramp. Like the childrens mauloster.

No work finish. I go home, an lisen the Jazz, maybe half wine some cigaretts and sleep little. Maybe buy an read jazz magazine on bus and think about music. Then later for go into the town and meet Yves and we woch football.

Come ons the LIVERPOOL.

Ciao.!!

BRUNO.

Ciao! Ciao Readerships.!!

Ciao! For you alls an then more! It is like the fuck her in this places. Well. I still here for Pret a Manger, an still they this Marty my fuck the boss!

Marty he todays says me:
"you wach footaball the night, eh Bruno?"

I says
"Of corse."

He say
"You like me want Milan stuff the bastards, eh?"

I say
"No. I from Roma an wan fuck the stuff them Milan like the chicken be kills on the farm."

He say
"You a fooking poof? You wan them scum the win? You shit nob."

I say
"Fuck you Marty you for not the know an thinks about football. I come the Rome and no fuck wans Milan with trophy in they streets kissing like womens."

Marty. He a fuck pig. Want a idiot!! I know not waht it is but for me he mus the stoip it not my busyness but it no way ws for he to say that on Bruno. I look his clothes. He look the tramp. Like the childrens mauloster.

No work finish. I go home, an lisen the Jazz, maybe half wine some cigaretts and sleep little. Maybe buy an read jazz magazine on bus and think about music. Then later for go into the town and meet Yves and we woch football.

Come ons the LIVERPOOL.

Ciao.!!

BRUNO.

Ciao,

For I half bin busy work and thefors no at this bloge. I still do the Pret and the woman she still comes for drinks and sometime I say:
"This free, from BRUNO!"

an she smilze. Marty still my boss is still fuckin preek. He no read this you eh, preek Marty????!!!

It is hot like the hell today. It is so hot like the hell that it is make my sweets. That how it is the hot. Today.

If I were a sausage, I would be a salami like the big with lot garlics and stuff.

What sousidge would you be if that for you were the contest?

Today I for watch the footaballs on televisions and hope the fuck the Milan lose!!! I come the Rome and half no the love for Milans.

Ciao! And the WISH

Bruno.