Twitto little - from the opening of the account to date I have calculated an average of 1.4 tweets

Twitto little - from the opening of the account to date I have calculated an average of 1.4 tweets per day - and the reason lies in the fact that "in 140 characters or enter three wonderful endecasillibi scatarrata of insults, but you can not argue Fucking "(@ lmcastaldi, 19.3.2012 - the first tweet, put your hands on). Yes, between the certame in verse and the brawl slum there is also the mundane conversation, which can often be bright even monosillabando, I agree, but that is not my forte. Or is there a link to that terrific little thing that has posted two minutes ago on his blog, it would be a pity if humanity if lost? Three or four times I did too, but after trying some embarrassment, and I preferred to be satisfied that the post was reported by others, when it happened. Then we would also comment washable dog diapers on live television, and I do not deny that it can be fun as well, but at least for me is always one step away from depressing. Ditto for the reply to the tweets washable dog diapers of others, say - give an example - those of Roberto Formigoni: Even when you lift the ball to give you the opportunity of a deadly squashed, and there is no tweet that you do not get up one, crush, rischiacci, rischiacci again, but then you end up asking you "is more fool him or to cause me to fall for it?". Twitter, in short, is not for me. Not in writing at least, because I consider it a nice read peephole. Cute, but dangerous, because it can give the same illusion of being to make sociology that can be grown handing ear to talk on the underground or in line at the supermarket ... Anyways, 'that's enough, otherwise I take the bribe, in the end it was only the premise in a post that was inspired by two banter that I had a little less than a month ago on Twitter.
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Here, to explain why the general astonishment of October 2, could be explained only in the flat stupidity of those who continue to stay each time found displaced from its only because they use their head instead of trying to reason with her, I put the more than 2,500 characters including spaces of 'last paragraph. Ok, I'll be wordy, I agree, but everyone has their limits, and are not able to