The new initiative editorial SOLOMACELLO
It is already Monday, and then for that shit already.
Then yesterday we also have the magnaot cassoeula then we are a bit 'heavy.
Getting to the office and discover that he died one of the greatest actors in film history can only make the day a stream of shit.
The buniness of the dead, however, has strict rules.
The corpse is beaten until it is hot.
If you are in possession of defamatory information, photos wrecker, material from the market or smuggle tuttettrè, you must act now.
As the newspapers that have the crocodiles of the over-40 ready in a drawer, as the record companies who have already assembled the casket of Renato Zero, Gino Paoli and Negramaro (we hope).
We, who were with Leslie jacket and shirt (no one wanted to do the ass and then we got along so) of new material we have tons. Leslie was not only a great comic actor, a handsome man ee of life. He was also one of the greatest connoisseurs of the thrash metal history.
Leslie was to say that fat sudabondo Brian Slagel who had to stop masturbation and base metal label.
It was he who advised Lars Ulrich give up her career to devote himself to circus and battery.
It was he who advised Lars Ulrich to put a pillow on the stool to get to Charleston.
In fact, the nanobacteria married, years later, a pussy named Connie Nielsen. Cases of life? She was the daughter of Leslie? No. But it was a very nice pussy.
And then: LESLIE, rest in peace.
THAT 'OUR TRIBUTE TO YOU!
The money will be donated in bedeficienza not just for a fuck.
10 bags in all newsagents. 
So long Leslie, a posthumous Oscar if you do not deserve you, who else?
and finally: ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE
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