not send greetings copy-pasted.
Keep your fingers between your nice SMS that you're going to shoot all your contacts - including me. not fair.
I do not want to know if that bitch Befana takes him from Father Christmas and best wishes to you .
I want to know if you're good, you thought of me.
And if you do not send me Flash animations in which you elfizzato, believe me, my esteem for you maybe increases as well.
If I want to read an anonymous wish, well, I read the first sticker of the first store opened: the seller does not give a fuck to greet me, it's just a pro forma between him and my wallet.
If you've got my cell number, my e-mail or if you know where I live, well, maybe we're friends, or we were. They are not " a list of" do not want to be.
not about you clean your conscience with a message full of bullshit and written copy glitter. I want to read my name. I want to read something that makes me understand that the mail is mine alone. I do not want to be just find an excuse to eat a Christmas Card, fuck. I do not pretend that you take the pen and write me a birthday card by hand, sent by mail classic. I do not want to knock on the door - even though Christmas virilissimi can embrace without going through misunderstandings - hold my hand.
do not expect a coffee ol'aperitivo paid to the little bar.
not want your money, I do not need one of your gift. Just
even less time, less words. It is also a good
messaggino. But it's my best not otherwise receive nothing.
[ex PTWG ]
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