So another day is gone.
not I told you that on Friday while I was in full chill sushi it's Pest Control. They have knocked, and knocked me if I have not heard. I open the door of the room and I am a HUGE black (no joke guys, had the voice of Barry White after a night spent singing out loud) and a Mexican (I think, however, South American) in the house. I was in his underwear, and he says: "the door was open ..." STI AND COCKS!
Ok, cmq tells me I'm there for the mice and cockroaches. I told him of my adventures topolesche, Teo advice about the shovel, traps and wandering in the middle of the rat in the kitchen. He says he "looks that rats are intelligent, not like Carfagna or Gelmini" (but how did he know who told you? Since the rat extermination are interested in foreign policy?). Fiddle around a bit 'behind the kitchen, and then disappears after having stolen a signature. I do not know if the mouse is in or out, I do not know if I live or dead, but it 's been the pest control and I feel no more scratching in the walls. I hope it is a sign of change.
Tomorrow I go to a conference on the role of the age distribution of Internet. I know people who know waaay long on the subject, some of them read this blog. I hope to hear something new. These miricani ... I do not always manage to amaze you ... surprise, surprise ... less
Ah, Friday ... comes Daddy pass WE in NYC. I know, is a little strange, but in the end two days are better than nothing ....
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