<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:22:11.474+02:00</updated><category term='Pallavolo'/><category term='pratica manageriale'/><category term='imprenditorialità'/><category term='rapporto genitori\figli\generi'/><category term='mezzacalzetta'/><category term='sfortuna'/><category term='droga'/><category term='Cartone animato'/><category term='catastrofica'/><category term='rapporto uomo\animale'/><category term='timorosa'/><category term='cattive maniere a tavola'/><category term='rimpianto'/><category term='Kapoow'/><category term='Torakichen'/><category term='Kirsten Dunst'/><category term='Favola'/><category term='ronaldo'/><category term='videogame'/><category term='catostrofica'/><category term='Tutori'/><category term='S.F.'/><category term='rapporto uomo\natura'/><category term='incesti beautifull'/><category term='soap opera'/><category term='sofferenza'/><category term='cigarettes'/><category term='rapporto cyborg\famiglia'/><category term='Boxe'/><category term='Telefilm'/><category term='Malsana'/><category term='cioccolati'/><category term='magico mondo del crimine'/><category term='fetish'/><category term='vendere merda'/><category term='religiosa'/><category term='musicale'/><category term='odio'/><category term='enigmi'/><category term='cani parlanti'/><category term='buoni sentimenti'/><category term='Vita tranquilla'/><category term='tette e culi'/><category term='stregoneria e magarie'/><category term='paura eh'/><category term='rapporto uomo\altro uomo'/><category term='pesca'/><category term='fantasmi'/><category term='sofferenza interiore'/><category term='problemi adolescenziali'/><category term='best'/><category term='intrighi'/><category term='politica'/><category term='lezioni da imparare'/><category term='rapporto agente\agito'/><category term='sigle tv'/><category term='fratelli coltelli'/><category term='MORTE'/><category term='sentimento'/><category term='passione bruciante'/><category term='malavita'/><category term='Stronzi'/><category term='desiderio'/><category term='pugilismo'/><category term='tragedia'/><category term='porte'/><category term='MARS'/><category term='sesso e depravazione'/><category term='Mirko + Licia'/><category term='giustizia'/><category term='rapporto genitori\figli\zii'/><category term='Serie Tv'/><category term='Strappalacrime'/><category term='nomi e cognomi'/><category term='Crack'/><category term='strappalcrime'/><category term='smarrimento'/><category term='caramelle'/><category term='golf'/><category term='saluti e baci'/><category term='culture diverse'/><category term='superpoteri'/><category term='culinaria'/><category term='parenti serpenti'/><category term='Pubblicità'/><category term='marziana\puttana'/><category term='Cyborg alla moda'/><category term='vampiri'/><category term='rispetto'/><category term='happy'/><category term='amici'/><category term='pericoli'/><category term='calcistica'/><category term='rapporto bimbo\bullo'/><category term='patti di sangue'/><category term='pscicologia'/><category term='regole e regolamenti'/><category term='Cyborg incazzati'/><category term='famiglia'/><category term='blasfemia'/><category term='rapporto genitori\figli'/><category term='rapporto piede\scarpa'/><category term='mente bacata'/><category term='8'/><category term='Musica'/><category term='fumetto'/><category term='teneroso'/><category term='film'/><category term='mito'/><category term='amore e morte'/><category term='bellavita'/><title type='text'>Come sarebbe dovuto finire</title><subtitle type='html'>Come vi sarebbe piaciuto veder finire un film, telefilm, rappresentazione teatrale? Descrizione di finali "alternativi" per tutto quello che non vi è piaciuto. Ma devono essere "simpatici"...(mi è stato detto...). Yo! Inviaci i tuoi finali tramite l'indirizzo di posta o inseriscili tra i commenti. I migliori saranno pubblicati in home page!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2038584710152843432</id><published>2008-10-17T13:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:03:22.255+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soap opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incesti beautifull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesso e depravazione'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautifull: &lt;/span&gt;diventano tutti amish. Tranne Brooke. Lei ama troppo la mi***** (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2038584710152843432?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2038584710152843432/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2038584710152843432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2038584710152843432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2038584710152843432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautifull-diventano-tutti-amish.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7233945600891633085</id><published>2008-10-16T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:12:44.706+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stronzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicale'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come farsi lasciare in 10 giorni:&lt;/span&gt; la giornalista si comporta da stronza. Lui la lascia dopo un giorno. Lei piange. Lui ride. Assieme scrivono la canzone "se piangi, se ridi". (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7233945600891633085?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7233945600891633085/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7233945600891633085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7233945600891633085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7233945600891633085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-farsi-lasciare-in-10-giorni-la.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8331278452105697618</id><published>2008-10-16T12:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:11:28.417+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampiri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinaria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buffy:&lt;/span&gt; naturalmente muore divorata da un vanpiro. Che alla fine rutta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8331278452105697618?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8331278452105697618/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8331278452105697618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8331278452105697618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8331278452105697618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/10/buffy-naturalmente-muore-divorata-da-un.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4104482766310904798</id><published>2008-07-21T12:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:07:29.220+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenti serpenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesso e depravazione'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una mamma per amica:&lt;/strong&gt; Ritorna jess e chiede a Rory di sposarlo, torna Dean e chiede a Rory di sposarlo, quello antipatico chiede, come del resto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ha fatto nella serie, a Rory di sposarlo. Rory accetta tutte le proposte. Luke chiede a Lorelay di sposarlo, Chris chiede a Lorelay di sposarlo, Mori (che nel frattempo si era lasciato con Baette) chiede a Lorelay di sposarlo. Lorelay rifiuta tutto e sposa Babette. Nel frattempo i nonni si lasciano: la nonna se la fa con Jess che è diventato un terrorista dell'eta, Taylor sposa l'ex di Dean e prende Dean per il c*lo, Dean sposa il nonno, il libraio se la fa con l'ex di Kirk, Kirk muore. Paul Anka schiatta. Michelle anche. La cuoca no. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4104482766310904798?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4104482766310904798/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4104482766310904798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4104482766310904798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4104482766310904798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/una-mamma-per-amica-ritorna-jess-e.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6990687491373850830</id><published>2008-07-21T12:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:06:43.508+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Settimo cielo:&lt;/strong&gt; Tutti si drogano. Il reverendo impazzisce. La moglie se ne sbatte. Simon muore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy fa film "maladucati" (sta per porno). Ruthie pure. Assieme. Li fanno. Happy è un cane. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6990687491373850830?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6990687491373850830/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6990687491373850830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6990687491373850830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6990687491373850830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/settimo-cielo-tutti-si-drogano.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1290249816388343576</id><published>2008-07-21T12:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:05:45.865+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasfemia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofferenza interiore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saved!: &lt;/strong&gt;C'è un nuovo personaggio, bestemmia. Tutti piangono. MaCaulay Culkin dopo aver udito cammina di nuovo. John Locke no. Saved! fa schifo. (Bin9)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1290249816388343576?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1290249816388343576/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1290249816388343576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1290249816388343576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1290249816388343576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/saved-c-un-nuovo-personaggio-bestemmia.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8869831578575897832</id><published>2008-07-21T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:03:26.427+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saluti e baci'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasfemia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Spank (II): &lt;/span&gt;Hello Spank decide di non salutare più nessuno. Gli altri allora lo abbandonano. Lui, in cuor suo, bestemmia. Ora il cartone si chiama: "Spank says fuc* yo* bitc*!!!" (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8869831578575897832?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8869831578575897832/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8869831578575897832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8869831578575897832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8869831578575897832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-spank-ii-hello-spank-decide-di.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7565200800478435036</id><published>2008-07-21T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:02:28.315+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesso e depravazione'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La signora in giallo: &lt;/span&gt;Incominicia a stare sul cazzo allo sceriffo di Cabot cow. Si odiano. Lei lo fa licenziare\arrestare accusandolo di tentato stupro. Le cose però dopo un po' cambiano. In un crescendo di sesso e depravazione tra i due scoppia la passione. Si amano. La signora vince anche il concorso di "miss maglietta bagnata cabot cow 2008" e il premio "i'm very nasty cabot". (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7565200800478435036?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7565200800478435036/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7565200800478435036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7565200800478435036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7565200800478435036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-signora-in-giallo-incominicia-stare.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-934044541168582648</id><published>2008-07-21T12:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:01:37.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto bimbo\bullo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odio'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutti odiano Chris:&lt;/span&gt; i bulli del quartiere lo cercano, lo trovano, l'ammazzano. Ma capiscono che forse non l'odiavano... (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-934044541168582648?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/934044541168582648/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=934044541168582648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/934044541168582648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/934044541168582648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/tutti-odiano-chris-i-bulli-del.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2802649315075973091</id><published>2008-07-20T11:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:51:39.698+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto genitori\figli\zii'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Due uomini e mezzo: &lt;/span&gt;lo zio Charlie uccide accidentalmente una prostituta. Il nipotino lo aiuta ad occultare il cadavere, ma prima lo convince ad andare a cercare suo padre e a distrarlo, ritardandone il ritorno a casa. Il nipotino, finalmente solo, commette liberamente atti di necrofilia. Poi si va a comprare una coppetta di gelato. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2802649315075973091?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2802649315075973091/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2802649315075973091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2802649315075973091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2802649315075973091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/due-uomini-e-mezzo-lo-zio-charlie.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1432996652957196506</id><published>2008-07-20T11:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:50:40.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regole e regolamenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto genitori\figli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 semplici regole per uscire con le mie figlie: &lt;/span&gt;regola #1: Non rompete i coglioni alle mie figlie. La serie cambia nome e diventa: Non rompete i coglioni alle mie figlie!!! (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1432996652957196506?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1432996652957196506/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1432996652957196506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1432996652957196506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1432996652957196506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/8-semplici-regole-per-uscire-con-le-mie.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6689811987506577182</id><published>2008-07-19T12:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:37:02.982+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religiosa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In &amp;amp; out: &lt;/span&gt;Il prete chiede a lui: vuoi prendere questa donna come sposa, lui dice no, sono gay... e... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Version #1&lt;/span&gt;: lei risponde "cooooooooooossaaaaaaaa!!!???" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Version#2:&lt;/span&gt; lei dice "non me ne fotte un cazzo tu ora mi sposi lo stesso". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Version #3:&lt;/span&gt; lei muore. I parenti di lui festeggiano. Quelli di lei no. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6689811987506577182?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6689811987506577182/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6689811987506577182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6689811987506577182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6689811987506577182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-out-il-prete-chiede-lui-vuoi.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2997126297631796181</id><published>2008-07-19T12:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:35:54.670+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stregoneria e magarie'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vita da strega:&lt;/span&gt; la strega si stanca della sua vita da strega, il marito non la soddisfa e si suicida. Il titolo della serie diventa: che vita da strega di merda! (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2997126297631796181?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2997126297631796181/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2997126297631796181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2997126297631796181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2997126297631796181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/vita-da-strega-la-strega-si-stanca.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3574047056265837602</id><published>2008-07-18T10:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:46:35.663+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore e morte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lezioni da imparare'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrubs: j.d. version: &lt;/span&gt;sposa Elliot, ma è infelice perché capisce di amare Turk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elliot version:&lt;/span&gt; sposa J.D. ma è infelice perché capisce di amre Turk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr Cox version: &lt;/span&gt;Risposa Jordan, ma è infelice perché capisce di amare Turk.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Inserviente version: &lt;/span&gt;uccide J.D. però poi si pente perché capisce che lo ama. Poi, comunque, sposa Turk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turk version:&lt;/span&gt; Turk muore. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3574047056265837602?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3574047056265837602/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3574047056265837602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3574047056265837602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3574047056265837602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/scrubs-j.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-304348270074906943</id><published>2008-07-18T10:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T10:37:57.477+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imprenditorialità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crack'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pikachu:&lt;/span&gt; è riuscito a costruire un impero sulle disgrazie altrui. Vende assicurazioni. Quando non si fa di crack... (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-304348270074906943?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/304348270074906943/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=304348270074906943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/304348270074906943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/304348270074906943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/pikachu-riuscito-costruire-un-impero.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6508461220405203062</id><published>2008-07-17T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:41:41.341+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vendere merda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumetto'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topolino: &lt;/span&gt;Vende merda. Cioè dà informazioni sbagliate, riguardanti i suoi complici, alla polizia, dopo che è stato sorpreso a spacciare a bambini di fronte una scuola elementare. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6508461220405203062?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6508461220405203062/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6508461220405203062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6508461220405203062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6508461220405203062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/topolino-vende-merda.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7605680033927211455</id><published>2008-07-17T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:40:07.477+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Non aprite quella porta:&lt;/span&gt; dei ragazzi che si sono persi durante un viaggi abitano in una casa abbandonata e lì trovano un cartello sopra una porta con su scritto "non aprite quella porta", si fanno un giro nel paese vicino e tutti gli abitanti dicono "non aprite quella porta". Decidono di non aprirla. Tutto va bene. Faccia di cuoio, stanco di aspettare che qualcuno apra quella dannata porta, si accende una sigaretta e decide di farsi una passeggiata. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7605680033927211455?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7605680033927211455/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7605680033927211455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7605680033927211455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7605680033927211455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/non-aprite-quella-porta-dei-ragazzi-che.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-254540285274910165</id><published>2008-07-16T12:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:51:19.461+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passione bruciante'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinocchio:&lt;/span&gt; Geppeto si pente di aver creato un bambino di legno perché se avesse saputo prima che la sua creazione avrebbe preso vita, diciamoci la verità, avrebbe creato una donna con due tette così! Quindi decide di dargli fuoco, la notte, mentre pinocchio dorme. Non ci riesce perché ogni volta che pinocchio sentiva puzza di bruciato si svegliava e si spegneva. Frustrato, Geppetto, esce di casa e si dirige in centro per cercare un po' d'affetto. Lo trova in quella vecchia spugna di mastro ciliegia, ubriacone del luogo dedito allo spaccio. Nel frattempo Pinocchio conosce il gatto e la volpe, due personaggi viziosi che gli faranno pesantemente la corte da quando lo conoscono fino a quando decideranno di farlo sparire perché lui non gliela vuol dare. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-254540285274910165?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/254540285274910165/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=254540285274910165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/254540285274910165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/254540285274910165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/pinocchio-geppeto-si-pente-di-aver.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1334664657858510435</id><published>2008-07-16T12:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T12:49:53.775+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto agente\agito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutori'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo: &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rambo&lt;/span&gt;, arrabbiato con uno sceriffo che lo ha arrestato, si vendica scrivendo sulla sua macchina la pericolosa frase: "i tutori della legge non tutorano". In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rambo II&lt;/span&gt;, incazzato col mondo uccide tutti i prigionieri, ma poi capisce di aver ucciso quelli che doveva salvare. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nel terzo&lt;/span&gt; capitolo, viene richiamato per una missione dal Colonnello Trautman. Rambo, stanco di essere chiamato ogni cinque minuti, lo uccide. In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;john Rambo&lt;/span&gt;, Stallone si addormenta a inizio film. Non aiuta nessuno. Muore nel sonno. Il colonnello fa di tutto per non farlo entrare in paradiso. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1334664657858510435?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1334664657858510435/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1334664657858510435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1334664657858510435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1334664657858510435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/rambo-in-rambo-arrabbiato-con-uno.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4273467075752560339</id><published>2008-07-15T13:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:03:04.498+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto uomo\altro uomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famiglia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I segreti di Brokeback mountain:&lt;/span&gt; I due Cowboy gay si amano. Dalla relazione nasce un figlio. Di nome Elvis. Non viene svelato chi ha materialmente partorito. Ma comunque uno dei due... (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4273467075752560339?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4273467075752560339/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4273467075752560339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4273467075752560339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4273467075752560339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-segreti-di-brokeback-mountain-i-due.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1293029090360109669</id><published>2008-07-15T13:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:01:16.389+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfortuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Titanic: &lt;/span&gt;Di Caprio urla al cielo: "Sono il re del mondo!". In quel momento Rose lo lascia e l'iceberg colpisce la nave. Naturalmente muore. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1293029090360109669?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1293029090360109669/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1293029090360109669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1293029090360109669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1293029090360109669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/titanic-di-caprio-urla-al-cielo-sono-il.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-5597957917375847830</id><published>2008-07-14T13:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:05:29.471+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='droga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alla ricerca di Nemo: &lt;/span&gt;non lo trovano. Poi lo trovano. Morto. E stranamente blu. Drogato!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-5597957917375847830?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/5597957917375847830/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=5597957917375847830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5597957917375847830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5597957917375847830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/alla-ricerca-di-nemo-non-lo-trovano.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4727711443001262555</id><published>2008-07-14T13:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:04:15.347+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto uomo\animale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cani parlanti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il commissario Rex: &lt;/span&gt;Rex fa carriera e diventa comandante. Inizia a parlare, dirige, ordina. Si sposa con una donna, ex modella, che prima era fidanzata con Tobias Moretti. Divorzia perché lei non lo soddisfa. Viene invitato nei talk show. Una bella serie. La vedrei. Rex è un cane. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4727711443001262555?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4727711443001262555/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4727711443001262555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4727711443001262555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4727711443001262555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-commissario-rex-rex-fa-carriera-e.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8287388011229132915</id><published>2008-07-12T17:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:15:18.552+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cattive maniere a tavola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinaria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il silenzio degli innocenti: &lt;/span&gt;Hannibal si libera e divora tutti. Poi rutta e si atteggia. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8287388011229132915?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8287388011229132915/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8287388011229132915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8287388011229132915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8287388011229132915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-silenzio-degli-innocenti-hannibal-si.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1398656501339966301</id><published>2008-07-12T17:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:13:56.873+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stregoneria e magarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The blair witch project:&lt;/span&gt; dei ragazzi decidono di girare un documentario su quella che credono essere la leggenda della strega di Blair. Dopo la prima notte non trovano nessuna strega. Il mattino seguente, avendo delle videocamere, si mettono a fare dei film porno amatoriali. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1398656501339966301?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1398656501339966301/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1398656501339966301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1398656501339966301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1398656501339966301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/blair-witch-project-dei-ragazzi.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8930442488380229034</id><published>2008-07-11T12:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:44:53.903+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenti serpenti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasmi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casper: &lt;/span&gt;Casper entra in una stanza e vede che i suoi tre zii, tutti maschi, amoreggiano. Viene sbattuto fuori dalla stanza in malo modo. Gli zii cercano di nascondere la loro omosessualità. Veramente lo picchiano per non farlo parlare. Forte. Comunque Casper è pur sempre la persona\fantasma più sensibile al mondo e quindi piange. Non per le botte, ma per quello che c'è dietro: lui avrebbe capito e approvato la situazione, ma forse agli zii piace solo picchiarlo... Comunque lui è l'unico dei fantasmi ad andare a donne\fantasmine. Non l'avrei mai detto. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8930442488380229034?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8930442488380229034/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8930442488380229034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8930442488380229034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8930442488380229034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/casper-casper-entra-in-una-stanza-e.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7092466091756552908</id><published>2008-07-11T12:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:51:20.054+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pratica manageriale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mito'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il mito di Pigmalione: &lt;/span&gt;Pigmalione odia le donne ma si innamora di una sua statua raffigurante una donna. Chiede agli dei di donarle la vita. I giorni passano, Pigmalione aspetta. Si stanca. Entra in un locale gay. Così nasce la teoria della profezia che si autoavvera importantissima per i manager. Il succo: quando i manager si stancano devono andare a signorine. O chi per loro. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7092466091756552908?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7092466091756552908/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7092466091756552908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7092466091756552908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7092466091756552908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-mito-di-pigmalione-pigmalione-odia.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4937855808444554232</id><published>2008-07-10T13:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:09:39.841+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otto sotto un tetto: &lt;/span&gt;Un bel giorno il tetto cade: Otto persone sotto il tetto. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4937855808444554232?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4937855808444554232/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4937855808444554232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4937855808444554232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4937855808444554232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/otto-sotto-un-tetto-un-bel-giorno-il.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4279831148770819510</id><published>2008-07-10T13:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:08:22.526+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stronzi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enigmi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saw - l'enigmista:&lt;/span&gt; uno stronzo, che si fa chiamare l'enigmista, crede di saper trasformare la sua casa in una vera e propria trappola per umani. Ne cattura alcuni e dice loro:"per riuscire a salvarvi dovrete superare prove terribili!". Riescono tranquillamente ad uscire dalla casa. Lui ci rimane male. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4279831148770819510?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4279831148770819510/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4279831148770819510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4279831148770819510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4279831148770819510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/saw-lenigmista-uno-stronzo-che-si-fa.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1028520496011832975</id><published>2008-07-09T11:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:46:33.802+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto uomo\animale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinaria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un medico tra gli orsi: &lt;/span&gt;Versione #1: naturalmente il medico viene divorato dagli orsi. Che subito dopo rimettono. Ma non i resti del medico. Versione #2: il medico diventa amico degli orsi e iniziano a studiare coreografie e passano il tempo a ballare in armonia. Dopo poco si stancano e lo divorano ferocemente. Non rimettono. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1028520496011832975?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1028520496011832975/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1028520496011832975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1028520496011832975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1028520496011832975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-medico-tra-gli-orsi-versione-1.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4674586513490105366</id><published>2008-07-09T11:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T11:45:10.204+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superpoteri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amici'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il mio amico ultraman: &lt;/span&gt;Ultraman litigo col suo amico scienziato e lo uccide. Adesso non è più amico di nessuno.(Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4674586513490105366?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4674586513490105366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4674586513490105366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4674586513490105366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4674586513490105366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/il-mio-amico-ultraman-ultraman-litigo.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3793687712454714499</id><published>2008-07-08T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:04:43.711+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strappalacrime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evviva è arrivato topo Gigio: &lt;/span&gt;Ogni volta che Gigio si presenta ad un party tutti si incazzano. Crede di essere venerato ma non è così. Lo scopre, purtroppo e con grandissimo disappunto, una fredda sera sentendo parlare dei topini che lui credeva amici: decide di suicidarsi. Ma vuole andarsene col botto. Quindi si spara. Boom. Il cartone cambia nome e diventa "che palle è arrivato topo Gigio! Ma tanto alla fine muore...". (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3793687712454714499?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3793687712454714499/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3793687712454714499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3793687712454714499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3793687712454714499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/evviva-arrivato-topo-gigio-ogni-volta.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7018270426143888871</id><published>2008-07-08T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T12:02:29.716+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto piede\scarpa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Match Point: &lt;/span&gt;Jonathan Rhys-Meyers vuole tenere due piedi in una scarpa. Non ci riesce. Viene ucciso a colpi di scarpa nel didietro da Scarlett Johansson e dalla moglie. Le due donne si danno al lesbismo, iniziano a lesbicarsi e sono felici. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7018270426143888871?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7018270426143888871/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7018270426143888871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7018270426143888871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7018270426143888871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/match-point-jonathan-rhys-meyers-vuole.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2119620150836902680</id><published>2008-07-07T14:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:58:08.658+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigle tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pallavolo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mimì e la nazionale di pallavolo: &lt;/span&gt;Mimì ayuara, cugina di Mila Azuki, si da all'alcool perché viene a conoscenza del fatto che alcuni bambini italiani, tra cui il sottoscritto, canta la sigla del suo cartone così: "Mimì Mimì mì con le mani tiri come una cani...". Affranta dal dolore si uccide lasciando questo biglietto: Ringrazio i bimbi italiani. Questo è per voi. E Mila, anch'io mi sono fatta Shiro. Dovevi saperlo. Ciao. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2119620150836902680?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2119620150836902680/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2119620150836902680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2119620150836902680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2119620150836902680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/mim-e-la-nazionale-di-pallavolo-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7768965034539084363</id><published>2008-07-07T14:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:56:13.616+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinaria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tutti in campo con Lotti: &lt;/span&gt;Si mette a dieta. Gli sponsor non gli fanno dire più "spaghetti". Inizia a perdere. Lo rifanno mangiare e può dire di nuovo "spaghetti". Torna a vincere. Ma muore. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7768965034539084363?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7768965034539084363/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7768965034539084363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7768965034539084363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7768965034539084363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/tutti-in-campo-con-lotti-si-mette-dieta.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1450124701542260734</id><published>2008-07-05T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:12:00.919+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patti di sangue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fumetto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le giovani marmotte: &lt;/span&gt;è una specie di setta che permette agli iscritti di avere sesso e droga a buon mercato. Paperino sa, ma non parla. Topolino lo scopre ed avendo un cuore d'oro colmo di bontà muore instantaneamente di crepacuore. Minnie entra nella setta. Lei ama il sesso. Qui, Quo e Qua hanno un qui pro quo che potrebbe costar loro l'amicizia. Qui si era fatto la ragazza di Quo, che a sua volta si era fatto la ragazza di Qua, che a sua volta si era fatto quella di zio paperino. La ragazza di Qui se la fa con Minnie. Decidono di rinnovare il giuramento delle giovani marmotte. Il giuramento si rinnova facendosi l'uno la ragazza dell'altro. Secondo me il rinnovamento, in questo caso, è controproducente. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1450124701542260734?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1450124701542260734/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1450124701542260734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1450124701542260734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1450124701542260734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/le-giovani-marmotte-una-specie-di-setta.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2041529118052528397</id><published>2008-07-05T15:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:11:00.557+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rimpianto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famiglia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cappuccetto rosso: &lt;/span&gt;Il cacciatore taglia la pancia del lupo e trova frattaglie. La nonna e cappuccetto eran già state digerite. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2041529118052528397?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2041529118052528397/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2041529118052528397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2041529118052528397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2041529118052528397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/cappuccetto-rosso-il-cacciatore-taglia.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7731919364182544729</id><published>2008-07-04T15:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:00:15.494+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cioccolati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Veronica Mars: &lt;/span&gt;L'agenzia investigativa del padre combina una cazzata dietro l'altra e chiude. Lei per fare soldi ed aiutare a casa decide di trasformarsi in una barretta di cioccolato: ora si vende e guadagna. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7731919364182544729?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7731919364182544729/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7731919364182544729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7731919364182544729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7731919364182544729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/veronica-mars-lagenzia-investigativa.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8243702004246807051</id><published>2008-07-04T15:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:59:03.482+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videogame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fratelli coltelli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nomi e cognomi'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Mario II: &lt;/span&gt;in questo capitolo anche Luigi si fa il culo, ma in battaglia si rivela una pippa. Mario se ne accorge. Gli dice: "Luigi, tu infanghi il buon nome Mario!". Luigi naturalmente non capisce. Crede che, visto che Mario si chiama Mario Mario, lui possa scegliere il nome che vuole: Luigi Luigi. Vedere la morte in faccia lo cambia. Va da Mario e gli dice: "Anche io ho deciso di chiamarmi Luigi Mario, in tuo onore". Mario, distrutto ma felice per il buon esito della battaglia, sorvola: "Ok fratello. Ora finalmente potrò fare l'amore con la mia principessa illibata". Luigi: "...ehm...Certo che si!". Vrooom. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8243702004246807051?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8243702004246807051/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8243702004246807051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8243702004246807051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8243702004246807051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-mario-ii-in-questo-capitolo-anche.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7682758524003449963</id><published>2008-07-03T12:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:01:03.202+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pugilismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lezioni da imparare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rocky: &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rocky I&lt;/span&gt;, viene sfidato da Apollo Creed e per allenarsi al meglio decide bene di rincorrere una gallina: cade, si fa male, non può incontrare nessuno. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nel II&lt;/span&gt;, il film sulla boxe diventa una commedia rosa: Rocky sposa la sua bella dopo una serie di qui pro quo e dopo aver superato la divertita opposizione dei genitori. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nel III&lt;/span&gt; c'è Mr T. Quello dell'A-team. Diventa una puntata di quella serie e insieme sventano un traffico di droga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nel IV&lt;/span&gt; entra in gioco Ivan Drago: prima uccide Apollo durante un combattimento, e poi se la fa con la moglie di Rocky. Naturalmente Rocky non pensa minimamente di vendicare chicchessia. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nel V&lt;/span&gt; rocky, ormai vecchio e dopo aver scoperto di essere cornuto, se la prende con un passante e lo riempie di pugni e insulti. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nel VI&lt;/span&gt; infrange la promessa fatta alla moglie morta e torna a combattere. Nessuno lo vuole perché è vecchio, ma lui non demorde, e per convincere gli organizzatori a farlo combattere dice che ha i pugni nelle mani: Combatte. Muore. La morale del primo capitolo è: non inseguire le galline. Sono più veloci di noi. La morale del secondo è: Mogli e buoi dei paesi tuoi. Anche se non sappiamo la provenienza di Talia Share (la moglie). La morale del terzo ci viene svelata da Mr. T. come faceva ai bei tempi dell'A-team: non ti drogare. Solo gli stupidi lo fanno. La quarta: non ti mettere contro Ivan Drago. La quinta: non far arrabbiare il vecchio che dorme. La sesta: non infrangere le promesse fatte ai morti. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7682758524003449963?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7682758524003449963/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7682758524003449963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7682758524003449963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7682758524003449963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/rocky-in-rocky-i-viene-sfidato-da.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1022633344714849286</id><published>2008-07-03T12:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:03:36.831+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buoni sentimenti'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calendar girls: &lt;/span&gt;delle vecchie fanno un calendario per raccogliere fondi per una giusta causa ma il calendario non vende. Piangono. Capiscono dov'è il problema. Sono vecchie! Si mettono a fare dolci. Vendono. Ma coi soldi decidono di andare a gigolò. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1022633344714849286?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1022633344714849286/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1022633344714849286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1022633344714849286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1022633344714849286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/calendar-girls-delle-vecchie-fanno-un.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-5656705998303162267</id><published>2008-07-02T17:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:40:32.581+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calcistica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amore e morte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holly e Benji: &lt;/span&gt;Holly Hutton e Tom Becker dopo un vittoria si ubriacano e passano insieme la notte. Dolcemente. L'allenatore di Holly, Roberto Sedinho, e l'allenatore di Mark Landers, l'ubriacone, si guardano in una discoteca, si avvicinano, si approcciano. Passano insieme la notte. Dolcemente. Qui, stranamente, l'alcol non c'entra. La mattina gli allenatori si salutano. Tom e Holly sono imbarazzati. Non sanno cosa dirsi. Ora sanno di amarsi. Nel frattempo i gemelli Derrick vengono ingaggiati da un circo. Vanno forte. Julian Ross non è mai stato malato di cuore, infatti è il più forte giocatore del mondo. Ma è antipaticissimo. Tipo Cristiano Ronaldo. Arriva il giorno della sua prima partita tra i professionisti. Le sue fan sono in delirio. Al primo minuto subisce un fallo: Muore. Holly è di nuovo il più forte. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-5656705998303162267?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/5656705998303162267/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=5656705998303162267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5656705998303162267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5656705998303162267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/holly-e-benji-holly-hutton-e-tom-becker.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8457728657867717366</id><published>2008-07-02T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:39:20.439+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calcistica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palla al centro per Rudy: &lt;/span&gt;Rudy è geloso di Holiver Hutton perché è più famoso di lui, anche se non più bravo. Si vendica andando a letto con Patty. Holly non sembra turbato. Allora Rudy va a letto con Tom Beker. Holly accecato dalla rabbia lo uccide. Holly è di nuovo il più forte. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8457728657867717366?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8457728657867717366/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8457728657867717366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8457728657867717366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8457728657867717366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/palla-al-centro-per-rudy-rudy-geloso-di.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1275498088157729403</id><published>2008-07-01T18:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:53:55.178+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catastrofica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I puffi: &lt;/span&gt;si fanno tutti di una nuova droga. Ecco perché sono tutti blu. Ci vanno giù pesante. Puffetta assumeva droga durante la gravidanza anche se suo marito, non puffo forzuto ma puffo quattrocchi, non voleva. Il figlio, baby puffo, è nato male. Grande puffo è furioso perché non può più sfruttare sessualmente puffetta. Puffo burlone continua a rompere i coglioni con i suoi scherzi, ma un gruppo di puffi, capeggiati da puffo brontolone, decidono di vendicarsi e lo consegnano al nemico gargamella. Gargamella lo ama e lo sposa. Il matrimonio non dura perché burlone è sessualmente attratto da Baby birba. Baby birba è un gatto. Tra l'altro anche brutto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1275498088157729403?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1275498088157729403/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1275498088157729403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1275498088157729403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1275498088157729403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-puffi-si-fanno-tutti-di-una-nuova.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-763099790846332975</id><published>2008-07-01T18:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:51:29.013+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto genitori\figli\generi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indovina chi viene a cena:&lt;/span&gt; la figlia porta a casa un afroamericano, il padre è leghista. Finisce a tarallucci e vino: il genero verrà sfruttato in fabbrica dal suocero e la figlia si consola con il maggiordomo. Anche il padre. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-763099790846332975?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/763099790846332975/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=763099790846332975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/763099790846332975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/763099790846332975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/07/indovina-chi-viene-cena-la-figlia-porta.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8050064453166877339</id><published>2008-06-28T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:26:58.366+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malsana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirko + Licia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss me kiss me licia: &lt;/span&gt;Un giorno di pioggia Andrea e Giuliano incontrano Licia per caso. Finita la pioggia Mirko si incontra e si scontra con licia e così Licia viene stuprata. Da Mirko. Gli era piaciuta subito. Licia si sente lusingata e comincia a seguire Mirko ovunque. Lui non ne può più. Per farla smettere le fa trovare Giuliano sgozzato davanti la porta di casa. Lei lo vede come un segno d'amore. Il gruppo di Mirko, i beehive, sono nell'occhio del ciclone perché Mirko viene accusato di fare sesso con gli animali. Lui non nega e non smentisce. Si censura dietro un poco elegante no comment. Il Giuliano trovato sgozzato era quello dei Negramaro. Mirko lo odiava. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8050064453166877339?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8050064453166877339/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8050064453166877339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8050064453166877339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8050064453166877339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiss-me-kiss-me-licia-un-giorno-di.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3492091871702039560</id><published>2008-06-28T11:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:24:59.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amici'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends: &lt;/span&gt;Chandler va da Monica e gli confessa quello che tutti sotto sotto sospettavano: "Monica... io...sono gay". A Joey non gli par vero e prende la palla al balzo "anch'io! Anch'io!". Monica, disperata, inizia a pulire casa. Ross sposa Phoebe, fanno un figlio e divorziano. Rachel sposa Gunter. Gunter adesso è felice. Ma lei muore. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3492091871702039560?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3492091871702039560/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3492091871702039560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3492091871702039560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3492091871702039560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/friends-chandler-va-da-monica-e-gli.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1284896826486235070</id><published>2008-06-27T13:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:35:31.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyborg incazzati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto cyborg\famiglia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A.I. - Intelligenza artificiale:&lt;/span&gt; I genitori adottano un robot per sostituire il figlioletto morto. Dopo un po' vorrebbero che il robot si trasformasse in un bambino vero. Il Robot si stufa, si incazza e fa fuori tutta la famiglia. Non bisogna far incazzare i robot. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1284896826486235070?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1284896826486235070/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1284896826486235070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1284896826486235070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1284896826486235070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6912363409664690879</id><published>2008-06-27T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:34:43.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyborg incazzati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telefilm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto cyborg\famiglia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super Vicky: &lt;/span&gt;Essendo un robot si incazza e fa fuori tutta la famiglia. Non bisogna far incazzare i robot. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6912363409664690879?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6912363409664690879/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6912363409664690879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6912363409664690879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6912363409664690879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/super-vicky-essendo-un-robot-si-incazza.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-930407675370490362</id><published>2008-06-25T15:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:52:43.376+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto uomo\animale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sampei, il ragazzo pescatore: &lt;/span&gt;Sampei si innamora di un pesce. Il pesce gli fa credere di ricambiare il suo amore. Si sposano. Il pesce lo riempie di corna. Ma non disdegna i suoi soldi. Vanno a vivere in campagna e il rapporto migliora. Ma Sampei sa che c'è ancora qualcosa che non va. Trova indizi, pensa, fa supposizioni, rischia la salute mentale. è stanco. Lo uccide, se lo mangia e va a donne. Ma non ne trova. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-930407675370490362?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/930407675370490362/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=930407675370490362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/930407675370490362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/930407675370490362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/sampei-il-ragazzo-pescatore-sampei-si.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3792310183220979464</id><published>2008-06-25T15:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:51:27.287+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pesca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto uomo\natura'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sampei il ragazzo pescatore II:&lt;/span&gt; Sampei è un coltivatore di pesche (da qui il titolo...) ama la frutta. Si sposa con la pesca più carina del suo frutteto. Presto capisce che qualcosa non va. Le corna aumentano e anche gli indizi del possibile tradimento che ritrova: Macchie di rossetto e segni di denti sulla pelle dorata della consorte, scarpe nuove, sballi sessuali di cui lui non era a conoscenza. è stanco. La uccide e se la mangia. Va a donne e le trova. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3792310183220979464?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3792310183220979464/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3792310183220979464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3792310183220979464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3792310183220979464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/sampei-il-ragazzo-pescatore-ii-sampei.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-5684905091441762800</id><published>2008-06-24T12:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:37:01.543+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imprenditorialità'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La piccola fiammiferaia: &lt;/span&gt;per scaldarsi accende un piccolo focolare. Vede che gli uomini adesso si fermano, danno un'occhiata, le parlano. Lei all'inizio è impaurita. Si toglie la giacca. Nasce una nuova professione. Ora i guadagni non mancano. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-5684905091441762800?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/5684905091441762800/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=5684905091441762800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5684905091441762800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5684905091441762800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-piccola-fiammiferaia-per-scaldarsi.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3287555051524775324</id><published>2008-06-24T12:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:32:47.638+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rimpianto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture diverse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sognando Beckham: &lt;/span&gt;Lo sognano sia l'indiana che Keira Nightley. Si svegliano. Ne parlano. Sono contente. Si riaddormentano. Muoiono. L'allenatore della squadra piange perché voleva farsi la Knightley. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3287555051524775324?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3287555051524775324/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3287555051524775324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3287555051524775324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3287555051524775324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/sognando-beckham-lo-sognano-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1970652935204615017</id><published>2008-06-23T13:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:07:53.620+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfortuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pretty woman: &lt;/strong&gt;Richard Gere incontra Julia Roberts, ci fotte e la lascia per strada. Non la paga. Lei è innamorata. L'ha fatta scendere a calci. Lei piange. Lui no. Lei muore. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1970652935204615017?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1970652935204615017/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1970652935204615017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1970652935204615017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1970652935204615017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/pretty-woman-richard-gere-incontra.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6569671588075324003</id><published>2008-06-23T13:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:06:21.604+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catastrofica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magico mondo del crimine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fly mio minipony:&lt;/span&gt; I minipony sono costretti a subire le angherie di alcuni criminali, gli orsetti del cuore, che li ricattano facendogli eseguire compiti meschini. Vengono usati come mezzi di trasporto durante numerose rapine. Un minipony è stato sgozzato perché ha riportato delle caramelle rubate ad un bimbo dagli orsetti del cuore. Si ribellano. Gli orsetti del cuore allora rivelano che i minipony in realtà non sono dei pony ma dei dozzinali cavalli. Da quel momento le cose cambiano. La serie di cui erano protagonisti chiude. Vengono tutti lasciati dalle rispettive ragazze. Uno di loro trova impiego come trainatore di carrozze. Tutti gli altri si suicidano. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6569671588075324003?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6569671588075324003/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6569671588075324003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6569671588075324003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6569671588075324003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/fly-mio-minipony-i-minipony-sono.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8105902053694828657</id><published>2008-06-21T12:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:19:34.340+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caramelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gli orsetti del cuore: &lt;/span&gt;si danno tutti al crimine. Usano i Minipony per gli spostamenti. Sono spietati. Rubano le caramelle ai bambini. Ma lo fanno con stile. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8105902053694828657?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8105902053694828657/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8105902053694828657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8105902053694828657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8105902053694828657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/gli-orsetti-del-cuore-si-danno-tutti-al.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1895442776263519605</id><published>2008-06-21T12:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:17:44.385+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyborg incazzati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyborg alla moda'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Robocop:&lt;/span&gt; Robocop dice a un malvivente: "Vivo o morto tu verrai con me". Lui risponde: "Col cazzo!" e gli spara. Robocop muore. Non era un Cyborg con armatura. L'armatura era in realtà un vestito. Robocop non lo cambiava mai perché credeva che quel vestito gli risaltasse i glutei. Sì, robocop era una fighetta alla moda. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1895442776263519605?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1895442776263519605/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1895442776263519605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1895442776263519605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1895442776263519605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/robocop-robocop-dice-un-malvivente-vivo.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2598401397690487604</id><published>2008-06-20T13:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:40:58.091+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kapoow'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batman &amp;amp; Robin + Batman begins: &lt;/span&gt;In Batman &amp;amp; Robin, Batman si dichiara in stile Seth Coehn a Robin, che accetta, in stile Summer Roberts, in maniera entusiasta. Il titolo diventa Batman + Robin=Amore. In Batman Begins si vede come è nato il sentimento di Batman per il suo fidato aiutante. Qui il titolo diventa Batman + Robin=Amore begins. Kapoow (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2598401397690487604?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2598401397690487604/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2598401397690487604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2598401397690487604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2598401397690487604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/batman-robin-batman-begins-in-batman.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8780140351469064383</id><published>2008-06-20T13:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:38:59.447+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problemi adolescenziali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kirsten Dunst'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman: &lt;/span&gt;Peter Parker non viene morso da nessuno. Rimane sfigato a vita. Altro che&lt;br /&gt;super-poteri-io-me-la-faccio-con-Kirsten-Dunst-e-voi-no! (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8780140351469064383?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8780140351469064383/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8780140351469064383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8780140351469064383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8780140351469064383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/spiderman-peter-parker-non-viene-morso.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1203748410010976263</id><published>2008-06-19T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:34:43.242+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto genitori\figli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasfemia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamma ho allagato la casa:&lt;/span&gt; la mamma torna a casa e fa il culo al bimbo. Il bimbo per la prima volta bestemmia. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1203748410010976263?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1203748410010976263/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1203748410010976263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1203748410010976263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1203748410010976263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamma-ho-allagato-la-casa-la-mamma.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-208755164638912769</id><published>2008-06-19T13:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:35:25.362+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MORTE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto genitori\figli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamma ho preso il morbillo:&lt;/span&gt; il bimbo muore. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-208755164638912769?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/208755164638912769/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=208755164638912769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/208755164638912769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/208755164638912769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamma-ho-preso-il-morbillo-il-bimbo.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4993936438574650611</id><published>2008-06-18T13:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:37:11.983+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto genitori\figli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pericoli'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamma ho perso l'aereo:&lt;/span&gt; la famiglia MaCallister dimentica MaCaulay Culkin a casa. Se ne fottono. Lui organizza festini dove gira roba pericolosa. Tipo persone che stanno davanti la playstation per più di un'ora senza fare una pausa per riposarsi gli occhi. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4993936438574650611?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4993936438574650611/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4993936438574650611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4993936438574650611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4993936438574650611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamma-ho-perso-laereo-la-famiglia.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3572711575150829450</id><published>2008-06-18T13:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T13:35:02.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desiderio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapporto genitori\figli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mamma, ho riperso l'aereo - Mi sono smarrito a New York:&lt;/span&gt; MaCulay, che è il ragazzino più sfigato al mondo, prende accidentalmente un aereo diverso da quello preso dalla sua famiglia e si ritrova solo, a New York. Lì incontra due ladruncoli dal cuore d'oro, Harry e Marvin, che vogliono  aiutarlo a ricongiungersi alla famiglia. Maculay se ne frega perché vuole farsi la donna dei  piccioni. Ci riesce. Ma muore sbranato dai piccioni della signora dei piccioni e dalla signora stessa. E i piccioni in questione non sono i volatili... (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3572711575150829450?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3572711575150829450/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3572711575150829450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3572711575150829450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3572711575150829450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/mamma-ho-riperso-laereo-mi-sono.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8096269857519464164</id><published>2008-06-17T15:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:04:01.728+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boxe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mezzacalzetta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'uomo tigre: &lt;/span&gt;l'uomo tigre da piccolo, il bimbo tigre, è il bambino combattente più forte del suo quartiere. Cresce pensando di essere il più forte al mondo. Non è così... Il primo incontro tra i professionisti va male. Anche il secondo. Perde contro tutti. Perde anche contro la signora Minù Minù costretta a combattere per denaro. La sua vita è allo sbando. Cambia mestiere. Diventa concorrente della sarabanda di Enrico Papi. Ora si fa chiamare uomo gatto. Perde anche lì. Tifa per il Bayern Monaco. Il Bayern inizia a perdere. (Bini con pesante contributo del Ghenzini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8096269857519464164?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8096269857519464164/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8096269857519464164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8096269857519464164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8096269857519464164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/luomo-tigre-luomo-tigre-da-piccolo-il.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3378725474042146999</id><published>2008-06-17T15:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:02:20.171+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marziana\puttana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catastrofica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atto di forza:&lt;/span&gt; Schwarzenegger\Douglas Quaid è su marte per salvare la terra. E anche marte. Durante la missione si ferma con una marziana\puttana con tre tette. Il mondo, Marte, gli umani, marziani, alieni...tutto va a puttane. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3378725474042146999?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3378725474042146999/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3378725474042146999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3378725474042146999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3378725474042146999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/atto-di-forza-schwarzeneggerdouglas.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-5369542735908654384</id><published>2008-06-16T13:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:33:07.005+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smarrimento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strappalacrime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragonball:&lt;/span&gt; Goku, dopo innumerevoli combattimenti, trova le sette sfere del drago. Non succede niente. Goku allora si uccide. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-5369542735908654384?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/5369542735908654384/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=5369542735908654384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5369542735908654384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5369542735908654384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/dragonball-goku-dopo-innumerevoli.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7096795943647293750</id><published>2008-06-16T13:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:32:02.771+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vita tranquilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S.F.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copycat - omicidi in serie: &lt;/span&gt;Un serial killer di nome S.F. cerca di copiare gli omicidi altrui. Lo fa male. Anche se ha passato nottate intere a studiarli. Per questo sta male. Smette con gli omicidi e si impiega come ausiliaro del traffico. Ora i ragazzini con l'sr truccato lo prendono per il culo. Forse era meglio prima. Però adesso al lavoro lo pagano. Ma male. E tra l'altro fa una cazzata dietro l'altra. Ora copia il capo dei vigili urbani. Il capo dei vigili urbani odia S.F. Gli sta pesantemente sui coglioni. Lo uccide. Diventa serial killer e cerca di copiare gli omicidi altrui. è un fottuto circolo vizioso. Ma si capisce di cosa\chi parlo? (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7096795943647293750?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7096795943647293750/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7096795943647293750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7096795943647293750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7096795943647293750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/copycat-omicidi-in-serie-un-serial.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-439051524367075738</id><published>2008-06-15T12:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:12:03.807+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sfortuna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cellular: &lt;/span&gt;Kim Basinger viene rapita e rinchiusa in una soffitta. Riesce a chiamare da un telefono trovato lì. Fa il numero a caso e... Versione #1: Risponde un coglione. Lei muore. Versione #2: chiama e risponde un ragazzo, ma la linea è disturbata. Non comunicano. Lei viene uccisa dal suo aguzzino. Versione #3: Chiama, ma sfortuna vuole che a rispondere sia proprio il suo aguzzino che si incazza a morte. Torna di corsa nella casa\prigione, ma la trova morta. Ad ucciderla era stata il ragazzo che aveva risposto nella versione precedente. Nessuno gli chiude in faccia il telefono. Nemmeno Kim Basinger. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-439051524367075738?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/439051524367075738/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=439051524367075738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/439051524367075738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/439051524367075738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/cellular-kim-basinger-viene-rapita-e.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2123556060023964291</id><published>2008-06-15T12:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:09:23.624+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronaldo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incesti beautifull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I cavalieri dello zodiaco: &lt;/b&gt;Dopo aver sconfitto i cavalieri d’oro e salvato Lady Isabell, Andromeda confessa il suo amore a Kristal ( ebbene si, Andromeda è gay ). L’amore è ricambiato ed i due vanno a vivere in Siberia; dove mettono su famiglia. Phenix, grazie all’aiuto del fratello, diventa omosessuale. Decide di trasferirsi a Philadelphia dove apre un Locale per gay, “L’ammazza che mazza” con discreto successo. Pegasus scopre che la sorella scomparsa non è altro che Castalia. Capito quindi di aver commesso atti incestuosi per tutta l’adolescenza si da’ all’alcolismo e inizia a vagare per il mondo. L’unica sua ragione di vita diventa un giovane ragazzo conosciuto in Giappone, Mark Lenders , al quale farà da mentore per il resto dei suoi giorni. Lady Isabell priva di stimoli decide di prostituirsi per piacere. La cosa le piace. Il Maestro dei sette picchi, in realtà Yoda, dopo una lenta agonia muore. Sirio fa la stessa fine.(Spedita da Cuscinu Frì o Salvo Pizza)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2123556060023964291?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2123556060023964291/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2123556060023964291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2123556060023964291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2123556060023964291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cavalieri-dello-zodiaco-dopo-aver.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1618465904690217899</id><published>2008-06-13T13:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:45:02.346+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'incantevole Creamy, Sandy dai mille colori, Magica Emi, Evelyn e la magia di un sogno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d'amore:&lt;/span&gt; La creperia dei genitori di Creamy fallisce. Il negozio di fiori del padre di Sandy dai mille colori fallisce. La pasticceria del padre di magica Emi\Mai chiude. Il mini-market del padre di Evelyn chiude. Sono tempi duri per le ragazze. Tutte devono trovare lavoro per aiutare a casa. E non possono fare più magie. Di nessun genere. Decidono di darsi alla prostituzione. A pensarci bene qualche magia adesso la fanno... Il numero che ha più successo nella loro casa d'appuntamenti è il "pampulu-pimpulu-parimpampum" dell'incantevole Creamy (che ha tenuto il nome usato nella passata attività...), ma non sappiamo in cosa consiste. La casa d'appuntamenti fallisce. Creamy continua e si mette in proprio. Le altre si danno all'accattonaggio. Un giorno Emi, stanca della vita dell'accattone, fonda un'etichetta discografica: la EMI. Incredibile successo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1618465904690217899?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1618465904690217899/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1618465904690217899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1618465904690217899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1618465904690217899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/lincantevole-creamy-sandy-dai-mille.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8761648482067257347</id><published>2008-06-13T13:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:41:07.694+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il gatto con gli stivali:&lt;/span&gt; Compra un paio di stivali con zeppe e tacco vertiginosi. Inizia a battere. Questa nuova vita gli piace. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8761648482067257347?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8761648482067257347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8761648482067257347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8761648482067257347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8761648482067257347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/il-gatto-con-gli-stivali-compra-un-paio.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2831666252799302136</id><published>2008-06-12T13:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:43:28.838+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofferenza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heidi:&lt;/span&gt; Clara è sempre morente. Heidi cerca una cura. Alcune pecorelle muoiono, la signorina Rottermaier si ammala, i monti non le sorridono più. Tutto sembra andare a puttane. Clara muore. Heidi si sfoga con Peter. Muore anche nonno Peta. Heidi si dà alla pazza gioia con Peter. Ora le caprette non le fanno più ciao ma le alzano il dito medio. Lei è mediamente felice. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2831666252799302136?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2831666252799302136/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2831666252799302136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2831666252799302136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2831666252799302136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/heidi-clara-sempre-morente.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4715841160964832685</id><published>2008-06-12T13:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:40:26.130+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Tenenbaum: &lt;/span&gt;da piccoli fenomeni, i protagonisti, crescono, invecchiano, e muoiono tutti di una morte violenta. è simile all'originale? Vuol dire che un po' ci è piaciuto. Ma non troppo. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4715841160964832685?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4715841160964832685/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4715841160964832685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4715841160964832685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4715841160964832685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-tenenbaum-da-piccoli-fenomeni-i.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-76793180598940719</id><published>2008-06-11T11:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:30:14.578+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torakichen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello Spank:&lt;/span&gt; pur essendo un cane intelligente, Spank viene abbandonato sulle rive di un fiume. Senza neanche una parola di conforto. Anzi, Yaya gli sussurra un suc*. E poi grida: parti! (il parti era riferito a chi in quel momento guidava l'auto...). La sua padroncina Yaya non è più tanto bella Yaya bimba. Torakichi se la fa con la ex di Spank. Fanno sadomaso. Torakichi è tedesco. Torakichen! E l'autista era sempre Torakichi. Torakichen! A spank non rimane che esclamare in maniera continuata, ma soprattutto triste, la sua famosa frase: "Kaì, kaì" (lo diceva quando piangeva)...Il padre dopo un po' capisce che Spank gli manca. Torna indietro. Spank non c'è più. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-76793180598940719?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/76793180598940719/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=76793180598940719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/76793180598940719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/76793180598940719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-spank-pur-essendo-un-cane.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-8813221315927443337</id><published>2008-06-11T11:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:20:02.569+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarettes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intrighi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La giuria: &lt;/span&gt;Tutti gli intrighi, sotterfugi, vessazioni ecc. ecc. si concludono in allegria grazie all'alcol e ai locali in cui si incontrano le donnine nude. I difensori delle sigarette vincono. Long life to cigarettes. God bless cigarettes. I love cigarettes. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-8813221315927443337?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/8813221315927443337/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=8813221315927443337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8813221315927443337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/8813221315927443337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-giuria-tutti-gli-intrighi-sotterfugi.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3897937527987423227</id><published>2008-06-10T12:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:53:53.713+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='timorosa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rispetto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Gnomo: &lt;/span&gt;David è il più grosso figlio di puttana della terra. Sembra affabile ma col cazzo. Non è amico tuo. Se può, te la mette nel di dietro. Gestisce scommesse clandestine. Se vinci non paga. Se perdi ti taglia le mani. Strozzino. E stronzo. Stronzino. Stanzino. David naturalmente non aiutava gli animali in difficoltà. è stato sorpreso nell'atto di stuprare una colomba bianca dagli altri gnomi. Si gira, li guarda male. Loro abbassano lo sguardo e vanno via. TUTTI hanno paura di David Gnomo, David amico mio. Gnomo è naturalmente anche il suo cognome. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3897937527987423227?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3897937527987423227/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3897937527987423227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3897937527987423227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3897937527987423227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/david-gnomo-david-il-pi-grosso-figlio.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-5958785863134947161</id><published>2008-06-10T12:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:48:36.807+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo strano mondo di Minù:&lt;/span&gt; Minù Minù è veramente una simpatica vecchina, ma purtroppo muore impiccata dalla collana che aveva per ciondolo il suo magico cucchiaio che la faceva rimpicciolire. Un giorno, dopo che era tornata grande, si impicca, accidentalmente, col filo. Il signor Pepperpot liberatosi da quella brutta vecchia può andare, finalmente, e soprattutto liberamente, a donne.Non che prima non lo facesse... Solo che doveva stare attento. Ma amava Minù. Solo che aveva le sue esigenze. E il cognome di Minù è naturalmente Minù. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-5958785863134947161?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/5958785863134947161/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=5958785863134947161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5958785863134947161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5958785863134947161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-strano-mondo-di-min-min-min.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1495574530164272003</id><published>2008-06-08T11:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:29:00.744+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teneroso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memole dolce Memole:&lt;/span&gt; Memole gestisce un bordello. Viene arrestata. Mariel ne soffre. Viene fuori che il tenero folletto era implicata in un giro di droga e nella tratta degli umani. Mariel si ammala. Si scopre anche che Memole era sposata con un killer. Mariel muore. Il suo strano cappello che le calzava a pennello non l'ha aiutata a tenere nascosto il suo passato. Thuà! (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1495574530164272003?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1495574530164272003/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1495574530164272003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1495574530164272003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1495574530164272003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/memole-dolce-memole-memole-gestisce-un.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2287038175000785079</id><published>2008-06-08T11:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:27:30.041+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mente bacata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zoolander:&lt;/span&gt; Il modello Derek Zoolander è all'apice della carriera ma è pur sempre un povero  coglione. Per fortuna il suo successo dipende da una mossa che fa col viso quando devono fotografarlo. Purtroppo la mossa gli viene copiata da un nuovo modello che gli ruba tutti i lavori più importanti. Adesso tutti lo prendono per il culo perché è solo un povero coglione. Lui cresce complessato. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2287038175000785079?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2287038175000785079/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2287038175000785079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2287038175000785079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2287038175000785079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/zoolander-il-modello-derek-zoolander.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7085943378974694016</id><published>2008-06-07T17:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:54:48.985+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pallavolo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mila e Shiro due cuori nella pallavolo:&lt;/span&gt; Shiro se la fa con Kaori Takigawa. Che effettivamente è molto meglio di Mila. Nami sposa il manesco allenatore Daimon. Finalmente è felice. Le piacciono i maneschi. Mila sposa Yoghina. Anche lei ha un debole per i maneschi. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7085943378974694016?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7085943378974694016/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7085943378974694016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7085943378974694016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7085943378974694016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/mila-e-shiro-due-cuori-nella-pallavolo.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6818250521060580648</id><published>2008-06-07T17:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T17:52:48.811+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calcistica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'allenatore nel pallone I:&lt;/span&gt; Lino Banfi finisce accidentalmente dentro un pallone, si trova bene, decide di non uscirne mai più. I dirigenti della sua squadra decidono di acquistare un attaccante brasiliano consigliato da Ronaldo: Aristotiles. In seguito si scopre che l'attaccante è in realtà un viados. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6818250521060580648?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6818250521060580648/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6818250521060580648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6818250521060580648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6818250521060580648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/lallenatore-nel-pallone-i-lino-banfi.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1894950968739065474</id><published>2008-06-06T12:37:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:41:21.359+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stregoneria e magarie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter I - II -...VII: &lt;/span&gt;Nel primo capitolo Harry mangia una caramella tutti i gusti più uno e si sente male. Vomita copiosamente. Finisce così. Nel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secondo&lt;/span&gt; l'amico Ronald vede (crede di vedere...) Harry baciare Hermione e si uccide. In realtà Harry stava facendole provare i suoi occhiali. Infatti è ancora troppo piccolo per queste cose. Nel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terzo&lt;/span&gt; scopre che gli piace baciare Hermione. La morte di Ronald non è quindi stata vana. Nel&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; quarto&lt;/span&gt; Harry e Hermione si fidanzano. Festeggiano mangiando le caramelle tutti i gusti più uno. Entrambi vomitano l'anima. Il capitolo si conclude così. Nel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quinto&lt;/span&gt; si chiedono se fosse il più uno delle caramelle tutti i gusti più uno a farli vomitare copiosamente. Nel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sesto&lt;/span&gt; scoprono che il dolore di stomaco era stato provocato dal cattivo della saga. Harry lo uccide. Nel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;settimo &lt;/span&gt;muore Harry. Di mal di stomaco. La scuola di Hogwarts chiude. Tutti gli altri personaggi se ne vanno a fare in culo. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1894950968739065474?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1894950968739065474/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1894950968739065474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1894950968739065474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1894950968739065474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/harry-potter-i-ii.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1226608989376128347</id><published>2008-06-06T12:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:42:16.788+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'uomo dell'anno: &lt;/span&gt;Negli USA il comico tv Robin Williams fonda per scherzo un partito e vince le elezioni presidenziali. Beppe Grillo vede il film e fa la stessa cosa. Gli va male. Ma il nome che ha scelto per il suo partito è troppo figo\allegro. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1226608989376128347?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1226608989376128347/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1226608989376128347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1226608989376128347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1226608989376128347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/luomo-dellanno-negli-usa-il-comico-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6816245873007956859</id><published>2008-06-05T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:47:15.556+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il divo:&lt;/span&gt; Andreotti si scopre essere un fottuto Cyborg. Naturalmente fa il culo a tutti. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6816245873007956859?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6816245873007956859/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6816245873007956859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6816245873007956859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6816245873007956859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/il-divo-andreotti-si-scopre-essere-un.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3198217467020714277</id><published>2008-06-05T10:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:46:39.188+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pscicologia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X-men: &lt;/span&gt;questi poveri mentecatti credono di avere dei super poteri solo perché sono brutti,  deformi e multicolore. I poteri erano solo nelle loro menti. Purtroppo lo capiscono con  colpevole ritardo. Ma muoiono con dignità. Cadendo in un calderone industriale x fare la polenta. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3198217467020714277?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3198217467020714277/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3198217467020714277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3198217467020714277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3198217467020714277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/x-men-questi-poveri-mentecatti-credono.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6338649568761696182</id><published>2008-06-04T17:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:38:57.767+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tette e culi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baywatch: &lt;/strong&gt;Mitch muore affogando. Il figlio non lo salva. Pamela Anderson se la ride. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6338649568761696182?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6338649568761696182/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6338649568761696182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6338649568761696182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6338649568761696182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/baywatch-mitch-muore-affogando.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6343692248257978880</id><published>2008-06-04T17:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:36:21.829+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strappalacrime'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colombo: &lt;/span&gt;Gli regalano un nuovo impermeabile colorato. Ma col nuovo impermeabile non riesce più a risolvere un caso. I suoi capi decidono di mandarlo forzatamente in pensione. Lui non vuole. Ma deve. Con la pensione non soffre più di strabismo di venere. Ma muore. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6343692248257978880?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6343692248257978880/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6343692248257978880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6343692248257978880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6343692248257978880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/colombo-gli-regalano-un-nuovo.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6253432893715711552</id><published>2008-06-02T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:56:16.763+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blasfemia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religiosa'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juno: &lt;/span&gt;Rimane incinta. Non ha mai fatto l'amore. Tutti si voltano a guardare lo spirito santo. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6253432893715711552?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6253432893715711552/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6253432893715711552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6253432893715711552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6253432893715711552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/juno-rimane-incinta.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-6862941847089827700</id><published>2008-06-02T11:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:55:22.435+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartone animato'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pollon:&lt;/strong&gt; Una telecamera di sicurezza mostra Pollon assieme alle amiche Kate Moss, Amy Winehouse e Lindsay Loahn intenta ad acquistare cocaina. Ora si capisce il significato delle sue canzoncine. Eros funge da corriere. Lui può volare. Eros diventa un rapper rispettatissimo. Apollo incide un disco country. Gli va male. Si dà all'alcool. Zeus continua ad andare a donne. Viene scoperto assieme all'amico Ronaldo in un motel. I due non facevano nulla. Eros muore in una faida rappercrewniusensationbrendniù. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-6862941847089827700?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/6862941847089827700/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=6862941847089827700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6862941847089827700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/6862941847089827700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/pollon-una-telecamera-di-sicurezza.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2551328280772476608</id><published>2008-06-01T11:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:29:14.766+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofferenza'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawson's creek (che in realtà odio): &lt;/strong&gt;Non lo avrei fatto iniziare. Ha rovinatò più di una generazione di ragazzi che vedendolo in azione volevano diventare fighi e tormentati come lui. Se proprio doveva andare in onda comunque non avrei fatto morire il padre per colpa di uno stupido gelato. Avrei fatto morire un gelato per colpa dello stupido padre al massimo. Pacey mi sta sul cazzo. Joey mi sta sul cazzo. Naturalmente il film\telefilm creato da Dawson's non ha successo. Lui finisce a vendere lavatrici. Andy mi sta sul cazzo. Muoiono tutti e si salva solo Jen. Jen forma un gruppo musicale: Jen e le ologram. Suonano i pezzi de(lle)i misfits. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2551328280772476608?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2551328280772476608/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2551328280772476608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2551328280772476608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2551328280772476608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/dawsons-creek-che-in-realt-odio-non-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-1570106557125713109</id><published>2008-06-01T11:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:26:32.018+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paura eh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il sesto senso:&lt;/span&gt; il bimbo vede la gente morta. Bruce Willis scopre di essere anche lui morto. Uccide, secondo noi giustamente, il bimbo. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-1570106557125713109?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/1570106557125713109/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=1570106557125713109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1570106557125713109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/1570106557125713109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/06/il-sesto-senso-il-bimbo-vede-la-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-4388597920053903814</id><published>2008-05-31T11:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:35:25.190+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pubblicità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinaria'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pubblicità Barill* anni 80\90:&lt;/strong&gt; Durante un acquazzone la bimba con l'impermeabile giallo si ferma a raccogliere un gattino. Arriva a casa e i genitori sono preoccupati\arrabbiati. Lei da brava giovane marmotta tira fuori il gattino: i genitori sorridono. Focolare domestico, piatto di pasta al sugo fumante. La bimba chiede: Che buon sugo! è un sugo Barill*? La mamma con ghigno sadico risponde di botto: NO, DI GATTO!!! La bimba muore. Nella morte piange. Il fratellino esclama: mamma, in questa stanza c'è puzza di morta! Mamma, in questa stanza c'è puzza di morta!!! Mamma!! Mammma!!! Anche la mamma era morta. Lei non piange. (Bini su ispirazione di Ghenzini)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-4388597920053903814?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/4388597920053903814/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=4388597920053903814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4388597920053903814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/4388597920053903814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/pubblicit-barill-anni-8090-durante-un.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2711358010907245267</id><published>2008-05-31T11:31:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:31:35.807+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bellavita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ray: &lt;/span&gt;riacquista la vista, ma perde l'uso delle mani. Però va più spesso a donne. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2711358010907245267?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2711358010907245267/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2711358010907245267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2711358010907245267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2711358010907245267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/ray-riacquista-la-vista-ma-perde-luso.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2034273671264974318</id><published>2008-05-31T11:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T11:30:49.866+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giustizia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La mummia:&lt;/span&gt; si risveglia e fa il culo a Brendan Frasier. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2034273671264974318?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2034273671264974318/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2034273671264974318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2034273671264974318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2034273671264974318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-mummia-si-risveglia-e-fa-il-culo.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-5540979852455541211</id><published>2008-05-30T14:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:02:41.864+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catastrofica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost: &lt;/strong&gt;Dasmond impazzisce, Locke impazzisce, Jack muore, Kate vive, Sawyer muore, Jin impazzisce, Michael muore, Walt vive, Coso mangia. Il mostro (la nube nera) era in realtà Walt, Jin in realtà era sposato con Walt, dentro Coso c'era Walt, Penelope sotto sotto è Walt, Ben è il padre di walt, la figlia di Ben è naturalmente la sorella di Walt. Alla fine, finalmente, Walt viene svegliato dalla mamma perché deve andare a scuola. Walt decide di cambiare nome, diventa Bolt e diventa un detersivo. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-5540979852455541211?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/5540979852455541211/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=5540979852455541211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5540979852455541211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/5540979852455541211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/lost-dasmond-impazzisce-locke.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-3097683625195808412</id><published>2008-05-30T13:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:59:52.557+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So cosa hai fatto: &lt;/span&gt;Dei ragazzi investono un pedone e decidono di farne sparire il corpo. A distanza di un anno qualcuno fa pervenire questo messaggio a ogni ragazzo facente parte di quel gruppo: "so cosa hai fatto l'estate scorsa". Se ne strasbattono le palle. L'uomo del messaggio, che era lo stesso pedone che avevano investito ma che non era morto, si rassegna. Diventano amici. Forse. (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-3097683625195808412?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/3097683625195808412/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=3097683625195808412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3097683625195808412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/3097683625195808412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-cosa-hai-fatto-dei-ragazzi-investono.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-2552367053224793855</id><published>2008-05-30T13:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:00:15.513+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Incubo finale (Sequel di "so quello che hai fatto"):&lt;/span&gt; Entra in gioco il figlio del pedone investito. Anche lui viene investito, ma da una barca (il padre era pescatore). Olè! (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-2552367053224793855?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/2552367053224793855/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=2552367053224793855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2552367053224793855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/2552367053224793855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/incubo-finale-sequel-di-so-quello-che.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-7555791773999477756</id><published>2008-05-30T13:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:01:05.702+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olè:&lt;/span&gt; Mortacci tua! A frocio! Quant'è bona la Lodo! Professò! (Bini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-7555791773999477756?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/7555791773999477756/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=7555791773999477756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7555791773999477756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/7555791773999477756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/ol-mortacci-tua-frocio-quant-bona-la.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-9133233943141936740</id><published>2008-05-29T17:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:41:46.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sofferenza interiore'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;C'era Un Castello Con Quaranta Cani: &lt;/b&gt;Totolino Cascio si accorge subito che 39 dei suoi 40 cani stanno male. Prende il coraggio a due mani, prende il motocoltivatore del nonno, carica sù i 39 cani morenti e parte per il veterinaio più vicino. Durante il tragitto si ricorda che il veterinaio più vicino si trova a 40 km. Si ferma, bestemmia, torna indietro. Tutti i cani muoiono di una morte lenta e dolorosa. Totolino Cascio guarda negli occhi l'ultimo cane rimasto, il cane ricambia. Sorridono. Totolino tira fuori un coltello e lo uccide gridando: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"una vita senza 39 cani non vale la pena di essere vissuta! Muori!"&lt;/span&gt;. Poi va a comprarsi una coppetta di gelato. Ora è felice. Di nuovo. (Bini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1255866175034317314-9133233943141936740?l=comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/feeds/9133233943141936740/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1255866175034317314&amp;postID=9133233943141936740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/9133233943141936740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1255866175034317314/posts/default/9133233943141936740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comesarebbedovutofinire.blogspot.com/2008/05/cera-un-castello-con-quaranta-cani.html' title=''/><author><name>franck</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1255866175034317314.post-541113572252271760</id><published>2008-05-29T17:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:10:01.936+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serie Tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catostrofica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The O.C.: &lt;/strong&gt;nella prima serie Marissa muore. Ryan viene adottato. Seth, non riuscendo a vincere la sua paralizzante timidezza, si avvicina molto a Ryan. Si fidanzano. Si amano teneramente. La seconda serie si apre con la nuova e inaspettata (ma da alcuni auspicata) morte di Marissa. Kaleb Nichol fa figli a destra e a manca. Anche Tu sei figlio suo. Marissa muore anche alla fine della seconda serie. Nella terza muoiono tutti per colpa di quello stronzo di Seth e del suo bollente amore per Ryan: la casa va a fuoco. In questa serie Marissa non compare in nessun episodio perché ci sta antipatica. Arriva Kaithlin:è una tro**(sta per trota). Ci ripensiamo Marissa muore che in questa serie. 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