Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Mrsa More Condition_symptoms
Friday, December 10, 2010
Mononucleosis More Condition_symptoms
Knee Injuries More Condition_symptoms







Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Cysts More Condition_symptoms

mysteries, secrets, and many legends have always lived in the houses in the mountains, in the same way they do the cold, snow and fog in winter or morning breeze, the scent of wood and the song of birds during the summer.
And this weekend ended with a mystery, a disturbing fact of which no one pleads guilty but no one has valid evidence or alibi enough credibility to be called innocent. Because who knows does not speak?? Why so many, too many pretend not to remember things if they had really happened would be impossible to forget?? Because there are silences and half-truths, even among people who, until then, they always gave everything?? Who is covering who?? Why not talk about those who saw, or simply to say, only half-truths?? And most importantly, why does it??
all started Sunday afternoon when, and Cri Fubi, family history of the company now to be married, who had gone to bed while the party still crazy, say they have heard, in the middle of the night, one hour but left an unknown noise from the room next to them. You should know that our two lovers spent the night amid cries of drunkards, moans of lovers, people who entered the room swaying disturbing their sleep and, for these reasons, have never been able to let go completely into the arms of Morpheus. A swish, shots slow but intense, almost violent to be lasting a maximum of three minutes, he stole them, once again the extreme pleasure of sleep. All wrapped in an almost unreal silence for what, in those excited moments, was going on. As if there was something more to hide than a simple exchange of natural instinct and passion between two people. While was told the fact, the king is wandering through the rooms in search of its zopele, who had served, at dawn, to Our Lady of Camillus House groped to give her the last bit of stability that the wine was voraciously eating away the legs. His eyes, still overwhelmed by heavy eyelids, they could not see anything but the floor, are at the foot of a bed in a small room with a bunk bed and a table situated right next to where they have spent Fubi night and Cri. The gaze of the king is caught in, an instant after the discovery, by a dark garment, thrown in a hurry as his bedside to bedside. Forgotten by his friend thought it was a shirt still overwhelmed by alcohol after waking up, the proof is the fact that came out of the house to go to work, barefoot and with her face covered with showy red wine stains, comes close to it and picks it up and discovered with amazement that the shirt does not belong to Madonna, but a dam.
Unaware of just communicated by revelation to the rest of these two lovers, the King burst into the living room telling everyone what he found. At that moment an eerie silence descends on the company and the winds as mist is doing at that very moment with the house. Fleeting glances, long silences, coughing and trying to find any argument to say something even though, in those moments linger in the minds of the boys, lying wearily on and seating sofas. If that had happened what seems to be extremely serious, it would seal, perhaps, the end of another happy story well underway, including the Dam and Ali. It therefore seems natural that all should seek an explanation, an alternative .... maybe zopele were then taken by someone else, perhaps Digao lent his shirt to someone, maybe he has only accompanied the room, given the conditions of the Virgin and then to take advantage of her was Mauo, who shared the room with her, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe ..... so many doubts, too many uncertainties, so afraid that it may be true that all removed. A season all that, only the King, initially accused the Humble and Cyan are pulled out by declaring unrelated to the facts. All the others have excuses as light as a sheet of paper, memory lapses and inconsistencies to be clarified.
investigations have begun. There was the crime, the perpetrators seem to be there, but the solution still seems far away. The next update
the inspector Zenigata ;-)
Prostate Pain More Condition_symptoms
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Breast Lumps More Condition_symptoms
. ... Who cares if from now on, maybe .... we all lose the head, and only maximum points after three games!! Let's enjoy! ! Fuck humility, thrift, and the politically correct!! tiriamocela For a couple of days, we phenomena!!
exalt THE PRINCE, rookie goalie who, heedless of the importance of the role, he decided to do it, picking up the heavy legacy of Cyrus!
exalt GIG YOUNG CANADIAN who has found the elixir of youth .... the more time passes the more strong, young and beautiful !!!!..... and marks as well!!
exalt IVO THE WARRIOR, insuperable, aggressive, fair and expert in the field .... naive as few out, you still fooled by clubbers!!
exalt MAUO, quantity, quality and, incredibly, fairness!!
exalt CAPITAN FOIA old bastion of defense in search of goals in one way or another .... they arrange forever!!
exalt RE MIDA LAURO, will be the role, will not you train:-D, but everything he touches turns into goals this time .... well outnumbered!!
exalt LESTOFRANZ, race and physical athlete's true, the boldness with a round stick already inserted in the bottom of the sack!
We exalt the blackbird, not in the best physical condition, but always present and important to us .... too hard on himself, we are sure that soon back his killers Thursday instinct .... already ?!?!?!
exalt LU, bomber without fear, we're sure you will not be long before we see one of its missiles pierced the hapless goalkeeper!!
enhance that damn IMITATORS ASSET, which also begins to become familiar with the stick ..... see the goal scored from the floor for confirmation!!
exalt the King .... a broken nose, torn muscles, but already at a height of two notches on the stick!!
We exalt
PANZER RUGIANTEL Olian, an indomitable lion with the technique of a Canadian who always puts at the disposal of the team!!
exalt CYAN PUDDING NA 'MAL DE OIL HEART .... Balota three games, six assists. ... vehicle up to cà busa dela Gras!!
exalt whom there was no cheese,
who was doing the STOPWATCH
and who was to do as a fan, and has done more feet of someone who played ....
:)
And he vaaaa broomball Nanno vaaaa it .....
Go Nanno Nanno go go .... where are you going ?!?!?!
Melanoma More Condition_symptoms

Presenting or love Or all the Meltin 'Pop Arona (No) for Thursday, December 2, will have 21 hours for me special significance and unique. Sa Ra the opportunity to pay tribute to a musician from Piedmont, a friend, to which they are linked in a profound way, Michael Ring. In addition to having worked as bassist in Flamingo and Groovers (The photo above was at the time) and have explored all the songs I absorbed from the Resistance writing of Michael (rings) for one of the most important songs of all or love O or Vivo and Ballad against time song that I run more often during the Distrattour . P roprio at the concert at Meltin 'Pop the Distratteam convinced me to interpret it in some way and to make public my own version, put it online. One way to make known a song touching and important that the same Michael (Rings) like this: "Ballad against time is one of the first songs I wrote in Italian, was in the early nineties and is linked to the history of Aldo. A friend, a drummer, a worker who despite advanced HIV infection did not stop to think ahead: a new battery, a new group, whatever it takes to be a time of rock'n'roll, which unfortunately did not have time. In our meetings, when it was more shade and body, left me with a great energy and are related to those words because they were born with jet after returning home after seeing him one last time. Ideally contains its history, but also to all those who have crossed the line too fast: Ballad against time is, in the words of Roger Marinello, for those who are lost in "child's play ". Written for his friend, that is for another friend, Michael (rings) helped me to remember, Roger Marinello, who has left us little more than a year ago. Roger (Marinello) was not a musician but was a very "musical" which he cultivated his passion so extreme, as she had lived so extreme as other "passions," a bit 'more dangerous. Ballad against time will help us remember him as better and then, kind and friendly to grant Michael (rings) so I tried to do it again.