Dear you all, my name is
Christmas for friends Nicola, and I am writing this letter because it does not I can. As some of you know I was born as a product of the mind of a publicist, and over time I have criticized the boycott, usurped, defaced, purified, MP and so on and so forth, but they end in "-ed" I recommend it, I've been through all the colors and it's time to say that I broke - excuse the term - Boxes of it. I exist, and precisely because they are born from the mind of an employee of a company, I can say I experienced first hand the miracle of reincarnation, indeed, that of the Incarnation, since before I was not flesh, and so I became real for all effects, so much so that every child in the world wrote to me ... And you think those who have to read the letters? I do not have "interns," now I have a certain age and my - excuse the term - finch does not help me for sure. A thousand million billion letters written in a thousand million billion different ways, but anyone who you think you write, your best friend? I am good and good eh, but when I get angry to say that I've had over - sorry the term - hair. There is such a little man, a fairly important in Italy, I continued to write by putting all the hearts and doodles that I really do - allow me the time - shit, until he became really important to me and has changed its tune, in the period in which he was the number one was forced to bring all the gifts that I wondered why I threatened to fire me and send layoff in my little helpers, and so I was forced to go in the store Di Natale buy everything I required: grooms, villas with pools, Neapolitan singers, judges with more attached, English lawyers, wigs, etc. ... His last letter I received just before the elections, I asked for a way to win again, but I, my name is Santa, whose name was not in fact, I pretended to follow his request, but eventually I managed to get inside - pass me the time - sitting. Now there's that one. There was a sudden transition from the grill pan, which is really good, but it burns my ass the same. Yes, because now I'm old, you think, I started working some seventy years ago that I was already old, imagine what could be hours hoary and senile (or senuto and shelter), and since I work one night a year I can say I expect a good old ... always hoping that my stock is not destroyed by some thug out of the jail, with that amendment of unfair justice minister appointed unfairly arbitrary, and here the problem arises, because if you appoint a minister of justice in an unjust go against every principle, it would be better if you appoint a minister of injustice so right, at least you know it's wrong and right there is no inconsistency with the heart and we're all alone. Digressed? Not much. However I wanted to add just one more thing: I hope so much that the recount boards will lead to an extension of the current government, because otherwise there that I send license by placing one of her in my place (for example, Giuliano Ferrara, which also makes the province, ie, the city does not exist, him) to produce even the Christmas trade monopoly, and in that case for me, but especially for you, would - pass me the term - cocks.
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