tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353328177876904130.post8175420143242432820..comments2024-02-06T01:31:05.983+01:00Comments on Chi cerca, trova.: i pezzi più piccolialehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12662507489071963854noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353328177876904130.post-73860607520954222532012-04-13T20:14:16.229+02:002012-04-13T20:14:16.229+02:00che strazio.che strazio.alehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12662507489071963854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353328177876904130.post-61325000558921376742012-04-13T18:40:23.719+02:002012-04-13T18:40:23.719+02:00Se può consolarti, mia madre aveva la stessa crude...Se può consolarti, mia madre aveva la stessa crudele abitudine.Jane (Pancrazia) Colehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07279493785714709551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353328177876904130.post-37070105722702245142012-04-13T16:55:04.598+02:002012-04-13T16:55:04.598+02:00...che infanzia difficile la mia... l'ho sempr......che infanzia difficile la mia... l'ho sempre detto. :Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12662507489071963854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3353328177876904130.post-90517532862253218272012-04-13T16:50:39.561+02:002012-04-13T16:50:39.561+02:00Tua mamma era malvagia.
La mia prendeva una gigant...Tua mamma era malvagia.<br />La mia prendeva una gigantesca vaschetta tapperware (o come si scrive), ce li metteva dentro e li metteva in frigo. Ogni giorno ci diceva "dai, finitevi il cioccolato!".Michelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00138584216788779311noreply@blogger.com