Bra Size By Comparison

I go to dinner with Ali, who is a theater as I am a creator of special effects for Hollywood, and just to make something new, we to eat at a Japanese restaurant. But I say that is truly Japanese, you know that the Sooke, Via Farini is Korean? Have you ever seen a Japanese person eat in there? But he says that you care about, and I tell you crazy? Fan sushi cat ones, not no! They manage to make it look like a strip of salmon lying on a pillow of rice congealed. Then the Shun? He says. It is closed, I say. This closes all discussion on Shun. Then the Park? Those are the Genoese. Really? Yes, make the pesto to sushi. We're going to hear! Is that where you ate that plate of tuna that moved. Ah, yes ... how did he move? It was the steam ... there he is. It is closed though. Oh! Eh ... we go to what we shindra advised. What you go up the stairs and there are the curtains, to head height. What is Japanese. The owner is South America. Ah, yes? Mother's side. What the fuck do you know? He said shindra. It is open, fine. We sit in one place, but I prefer another. In front of a Muller Turgau we say that our women will be back tomorrow, he tells me that her story will not last, I tell him that my last and we both grieve. Following several minutes of silence, where we toast unnecessary and seem to be two gay men. The lady looks very Japanese, but perhaps that is South American, or North Korea brings us a delicious appetizer and free, which seems to tuna, but instead is salmon. With the skin, which eat that well, though it seems the lining of the belt of my pants. There brings a little more and I say they are satisfied and that we can leave.

But let the ordinations. Ale takes the spaghetti in broth jujube, I usually noodles in broth. Then we order a bottle of vino veritas. And ale, which is a sink, order a mixed sushi for two, just for him. I take a California one. I'll take both.

I say, Ale! Today, four network has given a wonderful film, very theatrical, because I say the word 'play' can justify any crap printed on American film. Excalibur! A film that I have seen nell'ottantuno. Think ... There was Patrick Stewart and Liam Neeson! Which are the same as they are today, but how is this possible? The time will never go out for some, watching Meg Ryan, who has eighty-five years. Film

beautiful, seen on four six-hour network. The film, in three days, is interrupted by eight blocks of advertising, in turn interrupted by the headlines in tomorrow's newspapers, interrupted by the weather, horoscope interrupted. Interrupted by me that I do not remember what movie I was seeing and I changed the channel and asked where was the movie that I liked that I do not remember what was. So I find myself to see According to Jim (Belushi) and lose myself Parsifal that to defend the honor of Queen Guinevere at times you break your ass in single combat.

Then, for simple hyperlinks, we talk about the James Bond film. Me, I say, I am very happy with the turn on the atmosphere of Interpret film by Daniel Craig, who seems to be the bodyguard of Putin. He laughs, but no ... james bond is a Sculati in a tuxedo. One who lives for kinder surprises dell'ovetto super technology. One in which the Russian guards do not shoot just because you hide behind a rack of aluminum. Pierce Brosnan's face which has the right to interpret the ass, not even Sean Connery! Then he gives prestige to its vaunted credibility of fans of the series citing a James Bond movie called Moonray. Films that I've never heard of and perhaps not even exist, but we are already so drunk grappa plums. In this film the famous spy in the service of His Majesty (who, ungrateful, never mentioned in his speeches to the nation), takes a numeric code on the keypad do not know which satellite in Earth orbit and the tones form the famous theme music Close Encounters of the Third Kind, Steven Spielberg.

know? Who sued whom? He says. But I do not have an answer, I'm already thinking that throwing the table set on the California Roll is not a good advertisement for the restaurant.

following these great truths: The Hollywood writers write bowing to the logic of the restaurants McDonald's (does not sound strange to call them 'restaurants'? Well they are). Vittorio de Sica and Federico Fellini turned masterpieces with cameras linked to a shopping cart. The character of Batman follows a periodic cycle that inevitably brings it to look like a circus clown. For the same money in the suburbs you can afford a bigger house than you would take in the city center. But that's another story that transcends the cinematic discourse.

driving me back home as fast as a Katyusha rocket.

We salute a bit 'more friends and a bit' more gay.