tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33587082083530743532012-01-17T01:10:08.107+01:00Cos'è il bar sotto casa ? E' il posto dove ci trovi i vekki ke alle 10 della mattina sono già in balla per i bianki ke si son bevuti, ma è anke il posto dove ti senti sempre come a casa, dove ci sono gli amici e qualcuno ke ha sempre qualcosa da raccontare...IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.comBlogger4181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-44733543998106328902010-03-16T16:55:00.010+01:002010-03-16T17:02:32.143+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">...ke qualcuno stia per gridare di <span style="font-weight: bold;">dolore</span>...<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qqkrWEtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9x2Cm5yCjRM/s1600-h/That+Moment+Picture+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qqkrWEtI/AAAAAAAAA8k/9x2Cm5yCjRM/s400/That+Moment+Picture+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261722518295250" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qm56WjgI/AAAAAAAAA8c/HkB9_874nCw/s1600-h/That+Moment+Picture+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qm56WjgI/AAAAAAAAA8c/HkB9_874nCw/s400/That+Moment+Picture+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261659498909186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qgUvufTI/AAAAAAAAA8U/njv_Tos9hVA/s1600-h/That+Moment+Picture+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qgUvufTI/AAAAAAAAA8U/njv_Tos9hVA/s400/That+Moment+Picture+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261546443013426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qbclpiMI/AAAAAAAAA8M/0n4ypqvjJYA/s1600-h/That+Moment+Picture+6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qbclpiMI/AAAAAAAAA8M/0n4ypqvjJYA/s400/That+Moment+Picture+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261462648883394" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qXQrx3NI/AAAAAAAAA8E/M_FecQQcs6o/s1600-h/That+Moment+Picture+8.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qXQrx3NI/AAAAAAAAA8E/M_FecQQcs6o/s400/That+Moment+Picture+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261390733892818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qPpeXJfI/AAAAAAAAA70/1P_OmDf9XVg/s1600-h/That+Moment+Picture+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qPpeXJfI/AAAAAAAAA70/1P_OmDf9XVg/s400/That+Moment+Picture+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261259949549042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qTjBtZlI/AAAAAAAAA78/fzcumpGnOYs/s1600-h/That+Moment+Picture+9.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S5-qTjBtZlI/AAAAAAAAA78/fzcumpGnOYs/s400/That+Moment+Picture+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449261326938236498" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4473354399810632890?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-13962605894417720252010-03-03T10:28:00.001+01:002010-03-03T10:31:22.045+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S44r2TIC6UI/AAAAAAAAA7s/33Lf-pOwlzs/s1600-h/da+visitare.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S44r2TIC6UI/AAAAAAAAA7s/33Lf-pOwlzs/s400/da+visitare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444337211384457538" border="0" /></a>Ed ecco una meta ke potrebbe interessare tutti coloro ke vogliono fare <span style="font-weight: bold;">turismo alternativo</span>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-1396260589441772025?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-73270143220175358092010-03-03T10:24:00.003+01:002010-03-03T10:26:33.756+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S44q5a3C6zI/AAAAAAAAA7k/rI1mlS8JIEc/s1600-h/and+now.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S44q5a3C6zI/AAAAAAAAA7k/rI1mlS8JIEc/s400/and+now.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444336165488618290" border="0" /></a>Giokiamo a Tetris, o qualcuno si decide a lasciar passare gli altri ?<br />Kiamiamo <span style="font-weight: bold;">un bulldozzer</span> ?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7327014322017535809?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-69222716992064159602010-03-03T10:22:00.002+01:002010-03-03T10:24:05.035+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S44qdA6QLFI/AAAAAAAAA7c/J7hydQogw_w/s1600-h/al+volante.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S44qdA6QLFI/AAAAAAAAA7c/J7hydQogw_w/s400/al+volante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444335677486410834" border="0" /></a>La gente continua ad abusarne, soprattutto <span style="font-weight: bold;">alla guida</span> !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6922271699206415960?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-13642626941305826372010-02-24T16:41:00.002+01:002010-02-24T16:44:12.636+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S4VIs_JwdvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/wZUTbMKObss/s1600-h/mocassini.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S4VIs_JwdvI/AAAAAAAAA7U/wZUTbMKObss/s400/mocassini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441835662450915058" border="0" /></a>Lo so: l'okkio cade subito sul culo delle due bionde stese al centro...<br />Vorrei invece ke faceste un piccolo sforzo e vi rendeste conto dello <span style="font-weight: bold;">stile pietoso</span> del vekkio porco con la telecamera: pancia da birra, mutande rosse e <span style="font-weight: bold;">mocassini con calzino</span> alla caviglia ! Un signore !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-1364262694130582637?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-36676484342021665292010-02-24T16:38:00.001+01:002010-02-24T16:40:05.531+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S4VIJ46jMXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/0jQ6cnYMl7Q/s1600-h/job.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S4VIJ46jMXI/AAAAAAAAA7M/0jQ6cnYMl7Q/s400/job.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441835059481096562" border="0" /></a>Il vostro<span style="font-weight: bold;"> nn è</span> l'unico lavoro <span style="font-weight: bold;">di merda</span> !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3667648434202166529?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-71490291097936839962010-02-24T16:35:00.003+01:002010-02-24T16:37:50.202+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S4VHgHq9jkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hYspRlx0ra4/s1600-h/arresto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S4VHgHq9jkI/AAAAAAAAA7E/hYspRlx0ra4/s400/arresto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441834341887741506" border="0" /></a>Zero = il tempo ke ci mettono ad <span style="font-weight: bold;">arrestare questo imbecille</span> per pedofilia !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7149029109793683996?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-77444256694612310022010-02-12T15:02:00.001+01:002010-02-12T15:04:15.260+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VfgAv7AEI/AAAAAAAAA68/dQYiWJQQsgQ/s1600-h/whale+watching.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VfgAv7AEI/AAAAAAAAA68/dQYiWJQQsgQ/s400/whale+watching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437357128681193538" border="0" /></a>Uno degli spettacoli piùbelli e maestosi ke la natura abbia riservato all'uomo.<br />Poi c'è sempre ki <span style="font-weight: bold;">nn riesce ad apprezzare</span>.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7744425669461231002?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-90304606862124845132010-02-12T14:56:00.002+01:002010-02-12T14:58:23.815+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VeFdj2b0I/AAAAAAAAA60/GJWhcgheiuo/s1600-h/babbo+natale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VeFdj2b0I/AAAAAAAAA60/GJWhcgheiuo/s400/babbo+natale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437355573047095106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maledetti sindacati</span> e tutti gli scioperi del mondo...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-9030460686212484513?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-76090307725203457822010-02-12T14:53:00.000+01:002010-02-12T14:54:58.403+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VdfyYR6PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/9yGUPmdNRhc/s1600-h/crowd+surfing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VdfyYR6PI/AAAAAAAAA6s/9yGUPmdNRhc/s400/crowd+surfing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437354925800679666" border="0" /></a>Lo han sempre detto, ke era uno <span style="font-weight: bold;">sballone ribelle</span>...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7609030772520345782?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-44071702469487619322010-02-12T14:51:00.002+01:002010-02-12T14:53:15.199+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3Vc6BN-48I/AAAAAAAAA6k/1sc97iNGSHM/s1600-h/crack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3Vc6BN-48I/AAAAAAAAA6k/1sc97iNGSHM/s400/crack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437354276948992962" border="0" /></a>Zioccaro, ke male, <span style="font-weight: bold;">se si rompono</span> ! E ke bella figura di merda...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4407170246948761932?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-42452753039745474402010-02-12T14:40:00.005+01:002010-02-12T14:45:22.107+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VaSIfIUOI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-LVw0oU4dkE/s1600-h/the+choice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VaSIfIUOI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-LVw0oU4dkE/s400/the+choice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437351392681939170" border="0" /></a>Il "solito fortunato", con così tante spasimanti tra cui poter trovare la propria donna dei sogni...<br />Nn so voi, ma io, quasi quasi, nn mi sposo.<br />Lui nn è certo un adone, ma loro credo ke siano le sue <span style="font-weight: bold;">sorelle brutte</span> !<br />Ci vuole anke un bel coraggio, a fare una foto del genere !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4245275303974547440?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-80050877599286171872010-02-12T14:37:00.001+01:002010-02-12T14:39:10.150+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VZnMx3b2I/AAAAAAAAA6M/BeuNdaacDko/s1600-h/stronzo+di+elefante.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VZnMx3b2I/AAAAAAAAA6M/BeuNdaacDko/s400/stronzo+di+elefante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437350655099891554" border="0" /></a>Nn so voi, ma io <span style="font-weight: bold;">mi sentirei uno stronzo</span>, ad uscire da lì dietro...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8005087759928617187?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-49741004693401263482010-02-12T14:33:00.001+01:002010-02-12T14:36:18.490+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VY_5W5vjI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yDDQev18a_0/s1600-h/stracciati.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3VY_5W5vjI/AAAAAAAAA6E/yDDQev18a_0/s400/stracciati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437349979871624754" border="0" /></a>Ma quale moda !?!?!?! Li ha <span style="font-weight: bold;">stracciati nel metterseli</span> su, con quel culo ke si ritrova !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4974100469340126348?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-67027504704768302662010-02-08T15:57:00.002+01:002010-02-08T16:00:01.647+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AmeWNRT3I/AAAAAAAAA58/UNVDPs6x4pI/s1600-h/incastonato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AmeWNRT3I/AAAAAAAAA58/UNVDPs6x4pI/s400/incastonato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435887053035360114" border="0" /></a>Voglio sapere solo una cosa : a ke <span style="font-weight: bold;">folle velocità</span> andava, x sfondare il paravakke di quel camion ?<br />Fortuna ke aveva il casco...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6702750470476830266?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-23885461332891246932010-02-08T15:52:00.003+01:002010-02-08T15:54:02.191+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AlOR_xo4I/AAAAAAAAA50/m1oMmJ4eYl4/s1600-h/open+day.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AlOR_xo4I/AAAAAAAAA50/m1oMmJ4eYl4/s400/open+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435885677515481986" border="0" /></a>Prova anke tu l'<span style="font-weight: bold;">ebbrezza</span> della deflagrazione !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2388546133289124693?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-65104974799694974592010-02-08T15:49:00.001+01:002010-02-08T15:51:07.311+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AkksjTGZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7eDsjcV8w9k/s1600-h/mukke.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AkksjTGZI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7eDsjcV8w9k/s400/mukke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435884963089291666" border="0" /></a>Maledetto il vicino ke ha kiesto se poteva tenere qualke <span style="font-weight: bold;">animale domestico</span> !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6510497479969497459?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-78681382504041783992010-02-08T15:45:00.004+01:002010-02-08T15:47:08.364+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AjjAoZakI/AAAAAAAAA5k/KxfZNjC76lM/s1600-h/ruspa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S3AjjAoZakI/AAAAAAAAA5k/KxfZNjC76lM/s400/ruspa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435883834608020034" border="0" /></a>Quando il caldo nn perdona...poi la gente nn ragiona ! Se cade la ruspa, di sicuro, <span style="font-weight: bold;">stanno freski</span> !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7868138250404178399?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-28849680745787548462010-02-05T10:47:00.001+01:002010-02-05T10:48:53.130+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S2vpTNeUYOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bZx6YywU_Ck/s1600-h/sgamo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S2vpTNeUYOI/AAAAAAAAA5c/bZx6YywU_Ck/s400/sgamo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434693891596247266" border="0" /></a>A sgamo si, ma senza rinunciare a qualke <span style="font-weight: bold;">piccola comodità</span> !<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2884968074578754846?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-25106910716162830642010-02-05T10:36:00.002+01:002010-02-05T10:39:23.963+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S2vm4bBgDsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DWrNNtQ11lM/s1600-h/tav.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S2vm4bBgDsI/AAAAAAAAA5U/DWrNNtQ11lM/s400/tav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434691232353750722" border="0" /></a>Nn so: magari si potrebbe pensare di estendere fino a queste zone la linea ad alta velocità...almeno ci sarebbe la <span style="font-weight: bold;">frutta già sbucciata</span>, dopo ogni treno...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2510691071616283064?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-59743642361074983142010-02-05T10:29:00.001+01:002010-02-05T10:31:48.896+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S2vlOPslLAI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3E7FPBNgZDI/s1600-h/stop.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/S2vlOPslLAI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3E7FPBNgZDI/s400/stop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434689408247081986" border="0" /></a>Nn era un segnale di Stop, ma ho deciso di <span style="font-weight: bold;">fermarmi lo stesso</span>...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5974364236107498314?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-47060655415922380992009-11-18T12:14:00.003+01:002009-11-18T12:15:50.783+01:00In questi giorni saremo impegnati con il trasloco. Ci spostiamo in un ufficio molto più piccolo e decisamente <span style="font-weight: bold;">più economico</span>. La crisi è crisi per tutti !<br />Se riuscirò, scriverò qualcosa, altrimenti ci si vede lunedì !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4706065541592238099?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-87881454076618388032009-11-17T17:00:00.001+01:002009-11-17T17:02:13.080+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SwLIwbtb8HI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aJ_Qx9qiaEc/s1600/sottosopra.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SwLIwbtb8HI/AAAAAAAAA5E/aJ_Qx9qiaEc/s400/sottosopra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405103237195624562" border="0" /></a>Per fortuna ke aveva il casco...peccato ke si sia <span style="font-weight: bold;">spezzato l'osso del collo ed il filo della skiena</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8788145407661838803?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-45973143983840625782009-11-17T16:55:00.002+01:002009-11-17T17:00:25.054+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SwLIGdakh-I/AAAAAAAAA48/e4MdCihSdUg/s1600/son+cazzi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SwLIGdakh-I/AAAAAAAAA48/e4MdCihSdUg/s400/son+cazzi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405102516098861026" border="0" /></a>Nn so voi, ma in un negozio così, io nn entrerei mai a <span style="font-weight: bold;">prendere</span> nulla ! Kissà ke <span style="font-weight: bold;">cazzo</span> ti rifilano....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4597314398384062578?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-29084156841017853032009-11-17T11:51:00.003+01:002009-11-17T11:55:40.687+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SwKAPTffZUI/AAAAAAAAA40/ldxHcsDcSVU/s1600/stretto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SwKAPTffZUI/AAAAAAAAA40/ldxHcsDcSVU/s400/stretto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405023503216764226" border="0" /></a>La claustrofobia è quando te la fai addosso in uno spazio ristretto. Quì lo spazio ristretto serve per nn doversela fare addosso...ma ki ci arriva <span style="font-weight: bold;">fin là</span> ?!?<br />Spero ke nn sia il bagno di un bar: va bene ke i cinesi son tutti <span style="font-weight: bold;">più piccoli</span>, ma se ci cade uno ubriaco, nn lo tirate più fuori !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2908415684101785303?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-17690290035209650482009-11-12T16:57:00.003+01:002009-11-12T17:00:37.304+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svwwdr0-PbI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3-p_x5gYhOc/s1600-h/lanciato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svwwdr0-PbI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3-p_x5gYhOc/s400/lanciato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403246939476999602" border="0" /></a>Mi avevano detto ke quel fuoristrada andava così veloce ke sembrava molto <span style="font-weight: bold;">lanciato</span>...ma ora credo ke sia stato lanciato da una <span style="font-weight: bold;">catapulta</span> !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-1769029003520965048?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-83199818593522045482009-11-12T16:46:00.002+01:002009-11-12T16:52:39.170+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvwuJyQEMGI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2qOEWBQ_PZE/s1600-h/gara.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvwuJyQEMGI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2qOEWBQ_PZE/s400/gara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403244398580609122" border="0" /></a>Ed ecco un'immagine rubata dalla pista privata dell'italianissima Ferrari, dove i tecnici della "rossa" stanno testando un <span style="font-weight: bold;">nuovo prototipo</span> per il prossimo gran premio.<br />Si tratta di una monoposto <span style="font-weight: bold;">del tutto rivoluzionaria</span> per concetto, motore e sospensioni.<br />Di più nn siamo in grado di dirvi.<br />Le nostre fonti, ke per ovvie ragioni vogliono restare anonime, ci han fornito questa immagine in cui il <span style="font-weight: bold;">bolide di Maranello</span> viene confrontato con alcuni mezzi civili per verificarne il comportamento su strada.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8319981859352204548?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-57151345160664857622009-11-12T16:31:00.002+01:002009-11-12T16:36:46.579+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvwqyKJS5LI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Jc92ySddFXU/s1600-h/flintstones.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvwqyKJS5LI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Jc92ySddFXU/s400/flintstones.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403240694142919858" border="0" /></a>Io continuo a restare allibito, quando mi dicono ke tutti i popoli della terra sono uguali e ke tutte le culture sono, a loro modo, <span style="font-weight: bold;">rikke e complesse</span>.<br />Nn so, ma credo ke dall'età della pietra ad oggi, le differenze siano palesi!<br />E qualcuno si è <span style="font-weight: bold;">perso per strada</span>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5715134516066485762?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-36635025625055921462009-11-11T12:09:00.002+01:002009-11-11T12:11:41.581+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqbkgpkHBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RA1k7bl0cWE/s1600-h/slicio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqbkgpkHBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RA1k7bl0cWE/s400/slicio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402801754526194706" border="0" /></a>Già nn mi piace affatto il kebab di per sè...figuriamoci, poi, se ci mettono anke l'<span style="font-weight: bold;">ingrediente speciale</span>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3663502562505592146?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-51826900465663493832009-11-11T12:04:00.004+01:002009-11-11T12:08:43.488+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqaOI2r76I/AAAAAAAAA4E/YUdpaykaRQY/s1600-h/peggio+di+cosi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqaOI2r76I/AAAAAAAAA4E/YUdpaykaRQY/s400/peggio+di+cosi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402800270670032802" border="0" /></a>Credo ke il casco nn possa assolvere appieno la propria funzione di protezione, quando indossato in questo modo...ma del resto, in caso di incidente, nn credo ke possa ricevere <span style="font-weight: bold;">danni tali</span> da far peggiorare una <span style="font-weight: bold;">situazione già così compromessa</span>...<br />E' come una Matrioska: un casco con dentro un cappello con dentro una testa con dentro...no, nn un cervello, bensì <span style="font-weight: bold;">tanti danni</span> !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5182690046566349383?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-50693794454789634082009-11-11T12:01:00.001+01:002009-11-11T12:03:23.318+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqZfvrha1I/AAAAAAAAA38/faG--CbLMLM/s1600-h/miaoooooo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqZfvrha1I/AAAAAAAAA38/faG--CbLMLM/s400/miaoooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402799473638337362" border="0" /></a>Ho un presentimento: <span style="font-weight: bold;">questa volta</span> nn ce la farà...kissà se ce ne sarà una prossima...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5069379445478963408?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-66127903608883247022009-11-11T11:56:00.002+01:002009-11-11T12:00:29.166+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqY05uIMhI/AAAAAAAAA30/sYs8ogkHJYc/s1600-h/meccanico.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvqY05uIMhI/AAAAAAAAA30/sYs8ogkHJYc/s400/meccanico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402798737599246866" border="0" /></a>Il guasto è sotto, il meccanico è un po'sovrappeso...questa mi sembra la <span style="font-weight: bold;">soluzione migliore</span> ! Ma son auto di legno e cartapesta, o la sedia è in titanio ?!?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6612790360888324702?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-65699881101007064932009-11-09T16:59:00.004+01:002009-11-09T17:04:04.820+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg8guM1jHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/zBHoRbFM6O4/s1600-h/telefono+veicolare.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg8guM1jHI/AAAAAAAAA3s/zBHoRbFM6O4/s400/telefono+veicolare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402134285886262386" border="0" /></a>La polizia statunitense ha deciso di attrezzare tutte le vetture con dei telefoni veicolari, qualora le radio-trasmittenti nn dovessero essere sufficienti per garantire un servizio completo.<br />L'apparato, però, <span style="font-weight: bold;">pesa un po' troppo</span> e potrebbe <span style="font-weight: bold;">compromettere le prestazioni</span> degli automezzi in situazioni di emergenza...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6569988110100706493?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-9869086016355631772009-11-09T16:49:00.005+01:002009-11-09T16:56:07.249+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg6RaPmveI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zIKb2jZ00FY/s1600-h/qualcuno+si+fara+male.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg6RaPmveI/AAAAAAAAA3k/zIKb2jZ00FY/s400/qualcuno+si+fara+male.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402131823807872482" border="0" /></a>Nn sono un kiaroveggente...e per la verità nn ci vedo nemmeno molto bene, ma credo ke anke senza okkiali riesco a vedere ke qualke imbecille <span style="font-weight: bold;">sta per farsi del male</span>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-986908601635563177?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-73196111711799221772009-11-09T16:41:00.004+01:002009-11-09T16:56:36.333+01:00Il grande successo della trasmissione <span style="font-weight: bold;">più tamarra</span> del mondo dell'automobile, ha dato il via ad una lunga sequenza di episodi in cui si è manifestata la passione dei giovani per il tuning del proprio automezzo.<br />Vediamo, quì, alcune sequenze tratte da un documentario della polizia stradale su bande di Tuner-fai-da-te ke, per poki spiccioli e con <span style="font-weight: bold;">mezzi nn del tutto adeguati</span>, regalano sogni agli automobilisti meno abbienti...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg4OKaqhGI/AAAAAAAAA3c/WfRps6Jec5Q/s1600-h/pimp+my+ride.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg4OKaqhGI/AAAAAAAAA3c/WfRps6Jec5Q/s400/pimp+my+ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402129568996426850" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7319611171179922177?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-41865705710840619522009-11-09T16:35:00.003+01:002009-11-09T16:39:25.175+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg3WmXBhJI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sRK_Xol4bZM/s1600-h/epilessia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg3WmXBhJI/AAAAAAAAA3U/sRK_Xol4bZM/s400/epilessia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402128614424675474" border="0" /></a>E' come un gruppo di <span style="font-weight: bold;">ragazzi epilettici</span> ke cerca di nuotare...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4186570571084061952?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-58398055886734021302009-11-09T16:32:00.003+01:002009-11-09T16:35:48.474+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg2FcPsk-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/TBchqRRYdgM/s1600-h/Crollo+controllato.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg2FcPsk-I/AAAAAAAAA3M/TBchqRRYdgM/s400/Crollo+controllato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402127220140184546" border="0" /></a>Avete presente i filmati in cui si vedono i grattacieli ke vengono abbattuti con dell'esplosivo appositamente piazzato per generare un <span style="font-weight: bold;">crollo controllato</span> ? Si, quelli in cui la struttura collassa su sè stessa e le macerie nn vanno in giro, insomma...Ecco:credo ke quì qualcuno abbia <span style="font-weight: bold;">sbagliato i calcoli</span>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5839805588673402130?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-40678529493460600342009-11-09T16:26:00.002+01:002009-11-09T16:31:09.529+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg1GP3lORI/AAAAAAAAA3E/sV5tvlcIGq0/s1600-h/buona+fortuna.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Svg1GP3lORI/AAAAAAAAA3E/sV5tvlcIGq0/s400/buona+fortuna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402126134486055186" border="0" /></a>Potrebbe anke essereuna modifica postuma, ma quel "<span style="font-weight: bold;">buona fortuna</span>", magari, ti permette di affrontare la strada con un animo più leggero...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4067852949346060034?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-31587213179850964552009-11-04T17:08:00.002+01:002009-11-04T17:10:42.805+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGnGpcBt3I/AAAAAAAAA28/BNPLrPFZl7Y/s1600-h/promesse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGnGpcBt3I/AAAAAAAAA28/BNPLrPFZl7Y/s400/promesse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400281160838395762" border="0" /></a>Attenzione !<br />Il veicolo potrebbe trasportare <span style="font-weight: bold;">promesse politike</span> !<br /><br /><br /><br />Notate la targa...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3158721317985096455?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-85859275258591072262009-11-04T17:05:00.002+01:002009-11-04T17:07:51.735+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGmWLtBmcI/AAAAAAAAA20/gkFRL-QCf-0/s1600-h/toast.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGmWLtBmcI/AAAAAAAAA20/gkFRL-QCf-0/s400/toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400280328222906818" border="0" /></a>Fantastico: il tostapane ke <span style="font-weight: bold;">brucia bene</span> il pane sui bordi e lascia una faccina di Winnie the Pooh <span style="font-weight: bold;">totalmente cruda</span> ! Nn vedo l'ora di averlo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8585927525859107226?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-44211582079669074382009-11-04T17:01:00.003+01:002009-11-04T17:04:08.578+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGlUgHpBpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/VOgzBSWRaN4/s1600-h/scappa+forte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGlUgHpBpI/AAAAAAAAA2s/VOgzBSWRaN4/s400/scappa+forte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400279199831885458" border="0" /></a>Se ti scappa forte forte forte...beh, <span style="font-weight: bold;">cala le braghe</span> ed attaccati alla scala, e lascia ke <span style="font-weight: bold;">la gravità </span>faccia il resto !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4421158207966907438?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-80473921198297112042009-11-04T16:58:00.001+01:002009-11-04T17:00:18.646+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGkuTopMPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ProDytlR0sc/s1600-h/preso+la+targa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvGkuTopMPI/AAAAAAAAA2k/ProDytlR0sc/s400/preso+la+targa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400278543645618418" border="0" /></a>Come ke stanno facendo ?!? Qualcuno ha segnalato un veicolo sospetto e loro gli hanno <span style="font-weight: bold;">preso la targa</span> per delle verifike, naturalmente !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8047392119829711204?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-64253191296129811002009-11-03T17:10:00.001+01:002009-11-03T17:12:43.416+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvBWJC3i9vI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Cw2McB3bNrg/s1600-h/vegano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvBWJC3i9vI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Cw2McB3bNrg/s400/vegano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399910666605885170" border="0" /></a>Ok essere vegetariano.<br />Vada per il vegano.<br />Ma <span style="font-weight: bold;">un cagnolino</span> sarebbe stato molto più di compagnia, credo !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6425319129612981100?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-28813202471566367912009-11-03T17:07:00.004+01:002009-11-03T17:09:52.667+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvBVVNZULTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/7dllFYywiFc/s1600-h/innesto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvBVVNZULTI/AAAAAAAAA2U/7dllFYywiFc/s400/innesto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399909776078679346" border="0" /></a>Lezione di biologia e botanica: come si <span style="font-weight: bold;">riproduce</span> l'essere umano ? Altre domande ? Innesto a <span style="font-weight: bold;">margotta</span> ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2881320247156636791?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-2576082495613061722009-11-03T17:03:00.001+01:002009-11-03T17:05:50.244+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvBUfh2f0SI/AAAAAAAAA2M/v_qbot-QSvw/s1600-h/e+poi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SvBUfh2f0SI/AAAAAAAAA2M/v_qbot-QSvw/s400/e+poi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399908853856850210" border="0" /></a>Originale, ma...hai intenzione di <span style="font-weight: bold;">partorire</span>, prima o poi ? E ke ne facciamo, dopo ? Incinta per <span style="font-weight: bold;">tutta la vita</span> ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-257608249561306172?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-39508388146520068232009-11-02T17:24:00.001+01:002009-11-02T17:27:04.132+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8H2rYpoOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/U-pVlqK6X34/s1600-h/pedofilo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8H2rYpoOI/AAAAAAAAA2E/U-pVlqK6X34/s400/pedofilo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399543114180960482" border="0" /></a>Lo sapevo, io, ke c'era qualcosa di <span style="font-weight: bold;">poco credibile</span> in quell' "amikevole uomo ragno della porta accanto"! Già, forse era un po'troppo amikevole...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3950838814652006823?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-67835786679770239892009-11-02T17:21:00.005+01:002009-11-02T17:24:00.195+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Sbaglio o a qualcuno manca il <span style="font-weight: bold;">senso della misura</span> ?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8HLkistRI/AAAAAAAAA10/0ZFAmfOnmBY/s1600-h/overload.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8HLkistRI/AAAAAAAAA10/0ZFAmfOnmBY/s400/overload.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399542373609682194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8HPMUkNzI/AAAAAAAAA18/bc2sd4417EE/s1600-h/overload2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8HPMUkNzI/AAAAAAAAA18/bc2sd4417EE/s400/overload2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399542435827431218" border="0" /></a>Buon viaggio...e <span style="font-weight: bold;">buona fortuna</span> !</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6783578667977023989?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-4374696364108089092009-11-02T17:16:00.002+01:002009-11-02T17:19:53.374+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8F_lY7rII/AAAAAAAAA1s/jqC7CoBx8cM/s1600-h/gemelli+2+in+uno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8F_lY7rII/AAAAAAAAA1s/jqC7CoBx8cM/s400/gemelli+2+in+uno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399541068167097474" border="0" /></a>Ed ecco a voi i gemelli economici, o <span style="font-weight: bold;">due in uno</span>.<br />Si tratta di una coppia di "fratelli gemelli", quindi <span style="font-weight: bold;">maskio e femmina</span>, ke per praticità i genitori hanno deciso di avere in una sola unità.<br />Rispetto alla coppia di gemelli, questi sono più facili da gestire, almeno fino all'adolescenza. Dopodikè potrebbero svilupparsi alcuni problemi noti anke come <span style="font-weight: bold;">crisi d'identità</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-437469636410808909?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-75737006686109404452009-11-02T17:06:00.003+01:002009-11-02T17:09:36.758+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8DjuDcrMI/AAAAAAAAA1k/lKcZvaYbqsY/s1600-h/collaudata.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8DjuDcrMI/AAAAAAAAA1k/lKcZvaYbqsY/s400/collaudata.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538390433311938" border="0" /></a>Ed ecco una foto ke deve entrare prepotentemente nelle collezioni dedicate alla violazione delle basilari <span style="font-weight: bold;">norme di sicurezza</span>, anke quelle nn codificate, ma dettate dal puro <span style="font-weight: bold;">buon senso</span> ! Sarà anke stata collaudata, ma dubito ke passerebbe qualsiasi controllo di idoneità al trasporto animali...nn parlo delle persone, perkè per salirci sarebbero sicuramente dei <span style="font-weight: bold;">somari</span> !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7573700668610940445?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-53697428003135906212009-11-02T17:03:00.002+01:002009-11-02T17:05:36.987+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8C6gG05KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/gReMrCUBWv0/s1600-h/condensa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8C6gG05KI/AAAAAAAAA1c/gReMrCUBWv0/s400/condensa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399537682314749090" border="0" /></a>Quando si dice "un clima freddo ed umido"...nn voglio sapere cosa si forma sulle pareti di un <span style="font-weight: bold;">palazzo disabitato</span>...bisognerà girarci alla larga !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5369742800313590621?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-9489599784024398532009-11-02T16:55:00.003+01:002009-11-02T17:01:16.720+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8BH-bLRBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SH0GMMmEZUs/s1600-h/bancomat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Su8BH-bLRBI/AAAAAAAAA1U/SH0GMMmEZUs/s200/bancomat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399535714768208914" border="0" /></a>Ancora nn riesco a crederci: ci son telecamere ovunque, sei tu il più furbo di tutti, o pensavi di essere in un<span style="font-weight: bold;"> cesso tecnologico</span> ?<br />E poi: perkè nel primo fotogramma ha le braghe calate davanti allo sportello e poi, nel secondo, le tira su per pisciare nel vaso ?<br />Xò, poi, se ne va <span style="font-weight: bold;">davvero soddisfatto</span> !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-948959978402439853?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-1796856133395844592009-10-28T17:33:00.003+01:002009-10-28T17:36:24.834+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuhygKVBnFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QBcmtjZz4ac/s1600-h/pista.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397690050257460306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuhygKVBnFI/AAAAAAAAA1M/QBcmtjZz4ac/s400/pista.jpg" /></a> Credevo ke le <strong>piste delle makkinine</strong> degli anni '80 fossero solo un'invenzione di qualke creativo della Mattel, ma mi devo proprio ricredere.<br />Il fatto è ke questa strada la puoi percorrere solo se hai <strong>la carrozzerie ke cambia colore</strong> con l'acqua calda e fredda !<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-179685613339584459?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-64860449145376201702009-10-28T17:29:00.001+01:002009-10-28T17:32:33.140+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Suhxsb3MgaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/d0v1V7SyTbY/s1600-h/carta+canta.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397689161610985890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Suhxsb3MgaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/d0v1V7SyTbY/s400/carta+canta.jpg" /></a>Come volevasi dimostrare...e poi nn dite ke nn siete stati avvisati !</div><div align="center">Ke volete di <strong>più kiaro</strong> ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6486044914537620170?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-38115587815683287662009-10-27T17:29:00.002+01:002009-10-27T17:32:36.468+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SucgCNAM8VI/AAAAAAAAA08/EWE0dWOU0Dg/s1600-h/proprio+comoda.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397317900649165138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SucgCNAM8VI/AAAAAAAAA08/EWE0dWOU0Dg/s400/proprio+comoda.jpg" /></a>Eh, si ! Anni ed anni di studi e progettazione...<strong>buttati nel cesso</strong> ! Con tutte le biciclette, tricicli, monopattini ecc, proprio la più scomoda, doveva andare a prendere ! Ke poi è <strong>del tutto inutile</strong> !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3811558781568328766?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-79501306536295334502009-10-27T17:23:00.002+01:002009-10-27T17:26:12.587+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SucescL9EVI/AAAAAAAAA00/I_9RGJnovog/s1600-h/ribaltabile.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397316427256238418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SucescL9EVI/AAAAAAAAA00/I_9RGJnovog/s400/ribaltabile.jpg" /></a>Ho comprato un ribaltabile, ma nn pensavo ke si dovesse ribaltare <strong>tutto l'automezzo</strong>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7950130653629533450?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-44576570089048888192009-10-27T17:19:00.002+01:002009-10-27T17:23:04.463+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SucdiWNUMSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/PPT0boOcSEY/s1600-h/morph+corsa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397315154341015842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SucdiWNUMSI/AAAAAAAAA0s/PPT0boOcSEY/s400/morph+corsa.jpg" /></a>Ditemi ke è solo un'elaborazione a Photoshop, perkè son <strong>davvero ridicoli</strong> ! Capisco le magliette larghe. Apprezzo i pantaloni con il cavallo basso...ma quello nn è <strong>nemmeno mezzo pony</strong> !!! E poi: avranno anke il look più trendy del quartiere, ma nessuno se li fila sul campo da basket...<strong>voglio vederli a correre</strong> in contropiede !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4457657008904888819?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-84060000716913637182009-10-27T17:15:00.002+01:002009-10-27T17:17:56.500+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Succqzc7u0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/gUzFMVvNC9s/s1600-h/corsa+in+bici.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397314200118475586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Succqzc7u0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/gUzFMVvNC9s/s400/corsa+in+bici.jpg" /></a> Già: finalmenteha un senso anke dire "esco a fare <strong>una corsa in bici</strong>". Per fortuna ke qualcuno ci ha pensato, perkè nn si poteva proprio stare senza ! Sarebbe assurdo, ora, continuare a correre a terra. Ora, finalmente, possiamo correre in bici...<strong>rovinando ben due sport</strong> !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8406000071691363718?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-70100627397706117782009-10-27T17:12:00.002+01:002009-10-27T17:14:38.546+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuccBywbdfI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qfBTrRmorMg/s1600-h/bottiglie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397313495557174770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuccBywbdfI/AAAAAAAAA0c/qfBTrRmorMg/s400/bottiglie.jpg" /></a> Fantastico: credo proprio ke si sia travestito da <strong>idiota con delle bottiglie in testa</strong>.<br /><div> Complimenti per la fantasia...ora vorremmo anke una spiegazione del perkè.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7010062739770611778?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-75126726142866630852009-10-27T17:10:00.003+01:002009-10-27T17:11:49.712+01:00<div align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Sucbdt6QyhI/AAAAAAAAA0U/udbDJPcVU0Y/s1600-h/buona+posizione.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397312875780950546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Sucbdt6QyhI/AAAAAAAAA0U/udbDJPcVU0Y/s400/buona+posizione.jpg" /></a> Spero proprio ke nn gli sia costato molto, il biglietto...ma bastardo anke <strong>il bigliettaio</strong> ke glielo ha venduto !</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7512672614286663085?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-22399562737511517852009-10-27T17:07:00.002+01:002009-10-27T17:09:23.262+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Suca1IsuJWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/jOgOiZ1IMvs/s1600-h/al+volo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397312178597274978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Suca1IsuJWI/AAAAAAAAA0M/jOgOiZ1IMvs/s400/al+volo.jpg" /></a> E poi vi stupite di come sia possibile ke centrino sempre il bersaglio quando si tratta di <strong>cagarvi sul vestito</strong> nuovo...per forza: si <strong>allenano</strong> costantemente !<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2239956273751151785?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-82196627468332317122009-10-23T16:40:00.002+02:002009-10-23T16:42:51.964+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuHAYa92PfI/AAAAAAAAA0E/a4rowzeAWHQ/s1600-h/merda.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395805354354687474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuHAYa92PfI/AAAAAAAAA0E/a4rowzeAWHQ/s400/merda.jpg" /></a> Capisco il disagio, ma spero ke quelo ke si vede sia <strong>acqua e fango</strong> e nn un reflusso dalla biologica, altrimenti neanke una <strong>Task Force</strong> formata da Super Mario e l'Idraulico Liquido potranno essere di grande aiuto !<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8219662746833231712?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-27453470558833982232009-10-23T16:38:00.001+02:002009-10-23T16:39:37.695+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG_7K4TKlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/s_4Pf3SCPhE/s1600-h/fuori+bordo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395804851820243538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG_7K4TKlI/AAAAAAAAAz8/s_4Pf3SCPhE/s400/fuori+bordo.jpg" /></a> Glielo spiegate voi, ke il titolo del post nn si riferisce al motore, ma a dove devono <strong>buttare il tipo</strong> ?<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2745347055883398223?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-90279288984271342722009-10-23T16:34:00.002+02:002009-10-23T16:37:31.586+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG--EtmpSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1yapMeMlYFY/s1600-h/contromano.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395803802192749858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG--EtmpSI/AAAAAAAAAz0/1yapMeMlYFY/s400/contromano.jpg" /></a> La domanda è spontanea: "ke <strong>faccio</strong>, ora ?!?"</div><div align="left">C'è qualcosa ke nn va, o la foto è fatta dal lunotto posteriore e siamo su una strada "a <strong>traffico alternato</strong>"...nel senso ke una corsia va in un senso e quella a fianco va nell'altro ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-9027928898427134272?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-43750938993293415472009-10-23T16:30:00.001+02:002009-10-23T16:32:55.181+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG-Kuk-1GI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0af6PS6cHtY/s1600-h/appalto.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802920077677666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG-Kuk-1GI/AAAAAAAAAzs/0af6PS6cHtY/s400/appalto.jpg" /></a> In effetti il comune ha confermato ke ci son stati dei <strong>problemi con l'appalto</strong> per la ditta ke avrebbe dovuto rifare la segnaletica...Comunque la riga da seguire è proprio quella lì...<strong>la vedete</strong>, vero ?<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4375093899329341547?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-40423777582991882132009-10-23T16:27:00.002+02:002009-10-23T16:30:12.414+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG9f1qow5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/PnO0QJZOuNA/s1600-h/addominali+da+birra.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395802183246070674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG9f1qow5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/PnO0QJZOuNA/s400/addominali+da+birra.jpg" /></a> Avete mai sentito parlare delgi <strong>addominali da birra</strong>? Beh, ecco...io pensavo fossero <strong>qualcosa di diverso</strong>, ma, come dicono in america: "He's got six pack"...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4042377758299188213?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-5490966154032121352009-10-23T16:22:00.003+02:002009-10-23T16:27:09.408+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG8RldbKcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YBjSvHq1fFE/s1600-h/00035133.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395800838865889730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SuG8RldbKcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/YBjSvHq1fFE/s400/00035133.jpg" /></a> Nn c'è come kiedere le cose...perkè arrivi qualke <strong>bastardo senza rispetto</strong> e vanifiki ogni cosa.<br />Per i nn anglofoni, il cartello dice: "Nn pubblicate foto di questo cartello su internet"...ke vorrà dire ?<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-549096615403212135?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-69541601317915403812009-10-21T16:03:00.003+02:002009-10-21T16:07:59.792+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8Uyspe7-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/xZTJrFPm-Vs/s1600-h/svuotare+il+cane.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395053739824312290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8Uyspe7-I/AAAAAAAAAzU/xZTJrFPm-Vs/s400/svuotare+il+cane.jpg" /></a> "Per favore nn <strong>svuotate</strong> il vostro cane quì".</div><div align="center">Spiegatelo a lui: o quì, o sulla mia auto...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6954160131791540381?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-14671297985365036522009-10-21T15:58:00.004+02:002009-10-21T16:02:37.832+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8Th2460eI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8-BgoPVR4rw/s1600-h/sporco.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395052351004004834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8Th2460eI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8-BgoPVR4rw/s400/sporco.jpg" /></a> Ho il sospetto ke nn si tratti della <strong>solita fresca spuma</strong> ke si forma sulle onde marine...a giudicare dal fronte compatto e dai residui sul povero ragazzo, sembra qualke <strong>rifiuto kimico</strong>. Quest'anno montagna, altro ke spiagge esotike!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-1467129798536503652?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-72677389563652459782009-10-21T15:52:00.003+02:002009-10-21T15:57:12.012+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8SmgWVyRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/OBNJweDrOI4/s1600-h/prima+il+letame.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395051331341109522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8SmgWVyRI/AAAAAAAAAzE/OBNJweDrOI4/s400/prima+il+letame.jpg" /></a> Nessuno ne vuole ? C'è l'<strong>ingrediente segreto</strong> !!! Uno speciale aroma ke i nostri cuoki conservano gelosamente: fino ad un attimo fa, hanno usato i <strong>forconi per smuovere il letame</strong>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-7267738956365245978?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-32279473651646846752009-10-21T15:44:00.003+02:002009-10-21T15:51:21.768+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8QUIdve8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/cLzvYc1RUcg/s1600-h/preoccupati.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395048816668801986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St8QUIdve8I/AAAAAAAAAy8/cLzvYc1RUcg/s400/preoccupati.jpg" /></a>Ancora è un mistero cosa porti la gente ad intraprendere alcuni <strong>gesti estremi</strong>; guardate questo povero masokista.<br />Ancora è un mistero cosa porti l'apprensione sulla faccia della gente; ingrandite l'immagine ed osservate l'<strong>espressione di terrore</strong> sul volto dei due giovani.<br />Sarà la paura di dover rinunciare ad una giornata in piscina mentre arriva <strong>un peskereccio per recuperare il cadavere</strong> ? <br />L'unica cosa certa è ke lui si farà sicuramente <strong>un gran male</strong>.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3227947365164684675?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-47107784655011816312009-10-20T16:22:00.002+02:002009-10-20T16:26:07.503+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St3HpdvilVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xL5k-eZJiLs/s1600-h/mud.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St3HpdvilVI/AAAAAAAAAyk/xL5k-eZJiLs/s400/mud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394687443832313170" border="0" /></a>Fine della corsa, amico. Prossima tappa: la <span style="font-weight: bold;">doccia più vicina</span>...sempre ke riescano a tirarti fuori di lì...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4710778465501181631?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-59657953525615775202009-10-20T16:15:00.004+02:002009-10-20T16:21:28.989+02:00E' di oggi la notizia che il noto imprenditore messicano Juan Gonzales Coimbra de la Coronilla y Azevedo è stato multato, mentre si recava al lavoro, perkè faceva <span style="font-weight: bold;">uso del cellulare</span> mentre era <span style="font-weight: bold;">alla guida</span>.<br />Sembra che non sia la prima volta che l'uomo d'affari venisse colto in flagranza di reato, ma fino ad ora era stato solo avvisato. Gli agenti, questa volta, nn hanno ke potuto notificare la sanzione.<br />Ecco la <span style="font-weight: bold;">compromettente foto</span> ke lo incastra:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St3Gq5S-ZrI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A8_cot2KMS4/s1600-h/Cellulare+alla+guida.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/St3Gq5S-ZrI/AAAAAAAAAyc/A8_cot2KMS4/s400/Cellulare+alla+guida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394686368896935602" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5965795352561577520?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-89021242343620344602009-10-19T16:42:00.002+02:002009-10-19T16:45:24.947+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx7FfjBCNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/N5JKeOunzIs/s1600-h/con+un+pieno.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394321787980941522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx7FfjBCNI/AAAAAAAAAyU/N5JKeOunzIs/s400/con+un+pieno.jpg" /></a> Lo dicevano gli 883, ke con un deca...<br />Io, però, nn ho voluto crederci, quando mi hanno detto ke quest'auto <strong>consuma un po' troppo</strong>...ed in effetti, faccio un bel po' di strada <strong>con un pieno</strong> !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8902124234362034460?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-86757349731273346562009-10-19T16:37:00.006+02:002009-10-19T16:47:53.784+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx5vPd5p8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/EvlpdCp_FX4/s1600-h/silver+surfer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394320306195769282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx5vPd5p8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/EvlpdCp_FX4/s400/silver+surfer.jpg" /></a> E' un <strong>pessimo</strong> costume di Silver Surfer, o è del baccalà aromatico <strong>al cartoccio</strong> ed <strong>un po' strinato</strong> ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8675734973127334656?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-2153107959278462892009-10-19T16:33:00.003+02:002009-10-19T16:35:48.201+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx4wVgwNQI/AAAAAAAAAyE/EpE5gIHHXqE/s1600-h/PRONTO+INTERVENTO.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394319225486587138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx4wVgwNQI/AAAAAAAAAyE/EpE5gIHHXqE/s400/PRONTO+INTERVENTO.jpg" /></a> Sono <strong>passati col rosso</strong> !!!</div><div align="left">Alla faccia del <strong>pronto intervento</strong>...al massimo possno inseguire un pedone zoppo, in quelle condizioni. Anke un bambino col triciclo, potrebbe metterli in difficolta !<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-215310795927846289?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-85788664100927261912009-10-19T16:29:00.001+02:002009-10-19T16:31:35.648+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx3-GnNCJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ccuhHCnjU2M/s1600-h/pesca.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394318362493651090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx3-GnNCJI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ccuhHCnjU2M/s400/pesca.jpg" /></a> In verità mi sa ke è più un <strong>miracolo se pesca</strong> qualcosa...</div><div align="center">Ke si prende ? <strong>Salmonella</strong> ?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8578866410092726191?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-36422807711165985422009-10-19T16:27:00.002+02:002009-10-19T16:28:18.256+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx3U8E_4eI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bu4dzdfXuAc/s1600-h/Congrat.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394317655291191778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Stx3U8E_4eI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bu4dzdfXuAc/s400/Congrat.jpg" /></a> Hai appena battuto <strong>due alberi</strong> !!!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3642280771116598542?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-67649139711245345292009-10-14T17:28:00.001+02:002009-10-14T17:30:08.971+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXuPXAiz2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Qon8OCGTCqo/s1600-h/pilota+mussulmano.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392478076487782242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXuPXAiz2I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Qon8OCGTCqo/s400/pilota+mussulmano.jpg" /></a> Tre in punto: <strong>ora di pregare</strong>. Nn ci sono scuse !</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6764913971124534529?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-2633040247491038772009-10-14T17:25:00.002+02:002009-10-14T17:27:26.791+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXtgaVUyQI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hPStj9nw2dg/s1600-h/il+momento+del+bisogno.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392477269926398210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXtgaVUyQI/AAAAAAAAAxk/hPStj9nw2dg/s400/il+momento+del+bisogno.jpg" /></a> Come si dice: gli uomini si ricordano della religione solo <strong>nel momento del bisogno</strong>! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-263304024749103877?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-35012735405797303062009-10-14T17:21:00.002+02:002009-10-14T17:24:28.216+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXsrehQlTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cAw5XchCyVU/s1600-h/bella+posa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392476360517129522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXsrehQlTI/AAAAAAAAAxc/cAw5XchCyVU/s400/bella+posa.jpg" /></a> Bella la foto. Il soggetto è un po' coperto, per poter fare degli apprezzamenti, ma siamo sicuri ke sia una persona piacevole. Peccato ke la location la faccia sembrare una persona un po'...<strong>pesante</strong> !<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3501273540579730306?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-58599751822597376272009-10-14T17:19:00.003+02:002009-10-14T17:21:07.675+02:00<div align="center"> Son andato sul dizionario a cercare la definizione di <strong>Arrogante</strong>...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392475667738286674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXsDJt6WlI/AAAAAAAAAxU/xRWD5Nrl0sU/s400/arrogante.jpg" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5859975182259737627?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-85245118501797475642009-10-14T17:15:00.002+02:002009-10-14T17:18:29.710+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXrQxM5BII/AAAAAAAAAxM/HUt6JRckooU/s1600-h/00036611.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392474802163876994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StXrQxM5BII/AAAAAAAAAxM/HUt6JRckooU/s400/00036611.jpg" /></a> Guarda cara: il ventilatore è caduto addosso a nostro figlio...presto: prendi la makkina fotografica per <strong>scattare una foto da mettere in internet</strong> !<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8524511850179747564?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-59226972020083395632009-10-13T17:27:00.004+02:002009-10-13T17:30:55.008+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StScXCAdpMI/AAAAAAAAAxE/RKyF7uw9G7k/s1600-h/game+party.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106573359064258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StScXCAdpMI/AAAAAAAAAxE/RKyF7uw9G7k/s400/game+party.jpg" /></a> A forza di giocarci, credo ke uno <strong>zombi</strong> sia uscito dallo skermo del computer...o è solo un giocatore <strong>un po' provato</strong> dall'ultima sessione ? Va bene il gioco, ma ridursi in quello stato !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5922697202008339563?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-42968929326894056682009-10-13T17:24:00.001+02:002009-10-13T17:26:16.525+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StSbw9nz-cI/AAAAAAAAAw8/LdnB-0nCWlA/s1600-h/contorto.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392105919346899394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StSbw9nz-cI/AAAAAAAAAw8/LdnB-0nCWlA/s400/contorto.jpg" /></a> Ammetto di avrci messo un po', a capire <strong>da ke parte è girato</strong>...ma come cazzo gli è venuta, quell'idea ?<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4296892932689405668?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-42988761301894791912009-10-13T17:21:00.003+02:002009-10-13T17:23:35.481+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StSbD9HZQLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uSvw9hb1uV0/s1600-h/BIGLIETTI+PREGO.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392105146116817074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StSbD9HZQLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/uSvw9hb1uV0/s400/BIGLIETTI+PREGO.jpg" /></a> Ci manca solo il controllore ke stacca <strong>qualke multa</strong>...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4298876130189479191?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-56305715467400763362009-10-13T17:18:00.001+02:002009-10-13T17:20:50.160+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StSadNVaRVI/AAAAAAAAAws/w0d2nQZXepI/s1600-h/amante.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392104480455673170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StSadNVaRVI/AAAAAAAAAws/w0d2nQZXepI/s400/amante.jpg" /></a> O la moglie ha l'amante, oppure quel divano nasconde <strong>acari di dimensioni ciclopike</strong> !<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5630571546740076336?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-58859940493255413172009-10-12T17:28:00.001+02:002009-10-12T17:31:56.315+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StNLmYWlHNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/uH_5i_LiUUg/s1600-h/ki+ha+acceso+il+treno.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391736301636885714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StNLmYWlHNI/AAAAAAAAAwk/uH_5i_LiUUg/s400/ki+ha+acceso+il+treno.jpg" /></a> Ke in un "museo della tecnica" nessuno abbia avuto il sospetto ke avviare la locomotiva al kiuso avrebbe potuto causare <strong>qualke problema</strong>....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5885994049325541317?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-63839784705789559462009-10-12T17:22:00.005+02:002009-10-12T17:27:00.144+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StNKCx14FvI/AAAAAAAAAwc/iL-C66uy6E4/s1600-h/proprio+necessario2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391734590492120818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StNKCx14FvI/AAAAAAAAAwc/iL-C66uy6E4/s400/proprio+necessario2.jpg" /></a> Tornando al discorso del post <strong>precedente</strong>...<br />E questo ke super eroe vorrebbe essere ? Soprattutto con quegli scarponcini scamosciati...ke son l'unica cosa veramente <strong>normale</strong> ke indossa...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6383978470578955946?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-39957798725124745912009-10-12T17:16:00.004+02:002009-10-12T17:26:46.809+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StNI7ZNLNCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YuzoY8cSFUk/s1600-h/proprio+necessario.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391733364108244002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/StNI7ZNLNCI/AAAAAAAAAwU/YuzoY8cSFUk/s400/proprio+necessario.jpg" /></a> E' in queste occasioni ke torno a kiedermi cosa spinga la gente a farsi ritrarre in situazioni così <strong>imbarazzanti</strong>. Ma ancora di più: cosa li spinge a pubblicare quelle immagini su Internet ?<br /><strong>Amici bastardi</strong> ?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3995779872512474591?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-30748051353875965862009-10-09T17:34:00.004+02:002009-10-09T17:36:45.393+02:00Ke suono fa un orologio ke batte i secondi più <strong>spesso</strong> ?<br /><strong>Thick</strong>-tac...<br />Lo so, potevo risparmiarmela, ma dopo 3 settimane di lavoro in Trend, il mio cervello sta avendo un crollo strutturale e funzionale...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-3074805135387596586?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-50148649166644333632009-10-09T17:30:00.003+02:002009-10-09T17:33:17.480+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9XF1yoe0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/EpuKztBcgRI/s1600-h/orco.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390623036836182850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9XF1yoe0I/AAAAAAAAAwE/EpuKztBcgRI/s400/orco.jpg" /></a> Ed ecco a voi quello ke tutti i bambini imparano a temere nelle fiabe ke i genitori raccontano loro per terrorizzarli: l'<strong>Orco</strong>.<br />E da quel ke sta facendo, potremmo anke definirlo <strong>P orco</strong>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-5014864916664433363?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-87310341873491221302009-10-09T17:25:00.003+02:002009-10-09T17:28:46.545+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9WEwrHXEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ENxlpp5CJLI/s1600-h/park+pagato.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390621918770977858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9WEwrHXEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ENxlpp5CJLI/s400/park+pagato.jpg" /></a> Capisco ke hai messo qualke monetica in più ed ormai il parkeggio è <strong>pagato</strong>, ma se ti serve, puoi anke usarla, l'auto ! O <strong>ha messo radici</strong> anke lei ? Ormai, lì dentro ci sarà un ecosistema tutto nuovo !<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-8731034187349122130?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-11777423949271004022009-10-09T17:22:00.003+02:002009-10-09T17:25:09.236+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9VRa_JXAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/oRnRPKdyZYk/s1600-h/omologazione.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390621036776086530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9VRa_JXAI/AAAAAAAAAv0/oRnRPKdyZYk/s400/omologazione.jpg" /></a> Ma a tutto c'è un limite !</div><div align="center">Di ke si tratta, esattamente ? Un <strong>mototreno</strong> ?</div><div align="center">Ha anke una gomma a terra!</div><div align="center">Ki è ke ha rilasciato <strong>l'omologazione</strong> ?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-1177742394927100402?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-49400442707434990392009-10-09T17:17:00.002+02:002009-10-09T17:20:04.700+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9UMhcPB_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/KHSvV1l8U4o/s1600-h/mensa+imperiale.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390619853097732082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ss9UMhcPB_I/AAAAAAAAAvs/KHSvV1l8U4o/s400/mensa+imperiale.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="center">No, nn è un supermercato, è la mensa imperiale: anke i piatti <strong>hanno l'armatura</strong> !</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-4940044270743499039?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-66647472554915401422009-10-07T17:07:00.002+02:002009-10-07T17:17:07.203+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SsyvArYrn8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/icN0Cq3Ak28/s1600-h/slitta+estrema.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389875280236748738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SsyvArYrn8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/icN0Cq3Ak28/s400/slitta+estrema.jpg" /></a><br />Ed è con il sopraggiungere della stagione fredda, ke si arono nuove proposte per <strong>il turista sportivo</strong> ke ha voglia di provare nuovi brividi ogni anno.<br />Ed ecco ke i nostri esperti propongono questa <strong>frizzante e stimolante cavalcata delle nevi</strong> a bordo di rudimentali e minimali slitte.<br />La propulsione avviene grazie ad un motore mutuato dalle Lance usate per navigare le paludi e gli acquitrini della Louisiana e della Florida ed assicurata alla skiena come fosse un pratico zainetto scolastico. Il peso è lo stesso degli <strong>inutili tomi scolastici</strong> ke i nostri ragazzi si scarrozzano giornalmente.<br />Il brivido è garantito...per via della neve e della temperatura polare.<br />Il divertimento sta a voi...basta ke nn vi facciate <strong>male</strong>.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ssyu0AwX6zI/AAAAAAAAAvc/IMNOtjVPaDc/s1600-h/slitta+estrema.jpg"></a>Attrezzatura anke a noleggio.<br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6664747255491540142?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-14742059697706146242009-10-07T16:59:00.004+02:002009-10-07T17:04:19.273+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ssys1qsbsII/AAAAAAAAAvU/HWNhM6TtwDA/s1600-h/bibbia.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389872892049338498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/Ssys1qsbsII/AAAAAAAAAvU/HWNhM6TtwDA/s400/bibbia.jpg" /></a>Possiamo citare anke la Bibbia: "Un matrimonio dovrebbe essere considerato valido solo se la moglie è <strong>vergine</strong>. Se la moglie nn è vergine, dovrebbe essere <strong>giustiziata</strong>" (Deuteronomio 22:13-21)<br /><div>Altre considerazioni ? Dicono ke la Bibbia sia un libro sempre molto <strong>attuale</strong>...tempo zero, ci estingueremmo...o si riferiscono ai <strong>segni zodiacali</strong> ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-1474205969770614624?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-24919818983093283572009-10-07T16:53:00.004+02:002009-10-07T16:57:50.693+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SsyrhCCthRI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TsaCE5b9jXQ/s1600-h/al+largo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389871438027916562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SsyrhCCthRI/AAAAAAAAAvM/TsaCE5b9jXQ/s400/al+largo.jpg" /></a> In un periodo di polemike sull'<strong>umanità del governo</strong> cinese; in un periodo in cui la sensibilità verso le genti vittime di calamità naturali è ancora più vivo per i idsastri climatici ke flagellano il pianeta, quest'immagine èdavvero toccante...soprattutto se pensate ke i poveretti, ora, verranno <strong>gettati al largo</strong>, anzikè tratti in salvo...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-2491981898309328357?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-69330609065231576122009-10-06T17:19:00.004+02:002009-10-06T17:23:25.360+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SstgIhEkDdI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ViVSGtqoVeY/s1600-h/musica+faraonica.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389507078511660498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SstgIhEkDdI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ViVSGtqoVeY/s400/musica+faraonica.jpg" /></a> Nn un clone nordafricano della più famosa ditta statunitense di semiconduttori (Texas Instruments), ma questi strumenti musicali per suonare la famosissima <strong>Musica Faraonica</strong>.<br />Si, <strong>un po'mi vergogno</strong> per questa battuta...<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-6933060906523157612?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-5716667408956286962009-10-06T17:12:00.004+02:002009-10-06T17:18:02.529+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SstebZOf4yI/AAAAAAAAAu8/OJvS6mvoSx4/s1600-h/grasso+presto.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389505203800105762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SstebZOf4yI/AAAAAAAAAu8/OJvS6mvoSx4/s400/grasso+presto.jpg" /></a> Ti dicono ke la loro cucina è leggera; vegetariana; adatta ad ogni palato ed altamente digeribile.<br />Ed allora perkè il ristorante ha <strong>quel nome</strong>?<br />Per i nn anglofoni, si tratta di un gioco di parole ke si dovrebbe tradurre con "<strong>Grasso Presto</strong>".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-571666740895628696?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3358708208353074353.post-3526204330564871632009-10-05T17:26:00.003+02:002009-10-05T17:28:47.528+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SsoQKeayXwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bCC5E0DTuiQ/s1600-h/stracciato.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389137676252372738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_imNvO3sLeY8/SsoQKeayXwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/bCC5E0DTuiQ/s400/stracciato.jpg" /></a> Mi permetto di pubblicare questa fotografia del giovane Sugino ke ho recuperato da qualke sito straniero di Tenshin Shoden Katori Shinto Ryu. Sbaglio o il maestro è <strong>leggermente alticcio</strong> ?<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3358708208353074353-352620433056487163?l=ilbarsottocasa.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>IlBiscionehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03378538311627651617noreply@blogger.com0