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venerdì 14 settembre 2012

Please take this survey

could you do me a little favour?

I really would appreciate if you could cpomplete this survey about me

thanks in advance

Antonio

  • Help request for a personal survey (and first results) (thepuchiherald.wordpress.com)

mercoledì 4 aprile 2012

Another Update on my forearm tumor

Geez seems that finally I will remove stiches today in the early afternoon.

just for your pleasure here you are my arm as of today.

Cheers

Antonio

  • Again on my forearm’s surgery: may be an Atypical Spitz tumor (thepuchiherald.wordpress.com)
  • 4 stiches removed from my right forearm (thepuchiherald.wordpress.com)

martedì 13 marzo 2012

bad day :(

Ok some days are worse than others.

I mean, it is not only that I felt sick tonight, and believe me kidney pain is really painful, and I will not speak about the other symptoms that required frequent visit at the restroom .

 

Is that sometimes I find really hard to cope with some people, well I hope at least he enjoyed the ride and felt superior (any sarcasm here is understandable).

 

sayonara

  • bad day 🙁 (thepuchiherald.wordpress.com)

mercoledì 1 dicembre 2010

shaddap you face

Shaddap You Face

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http://www.youtube.com/v/sFacWGBJ_cs?fs=1&hl=it_IT

sorry but it since this morning I have this song in my head. it’s Joe Dolce with s”haddap you face “

Testo:

‘Allo
I’m-a Giuseppe
I got-a something special-a for you
ready?
Uno
duo
tre
quatro!
When I was a boy
just abouth the eightth-a grade
Mama used to say: “Don’t stay out-a late
With the bad-a boys
always shoot-a pool
Giuseppe going to flunk-a school!”
Boy
it make-a me sick
all the t’ing I gotta do
I can’t-a get-a no kicks
always got to follow rules
Boy
it make-a me sick
just to make-a lousy bucks
Got to feel-a like a fool
And-a mama used to say all-a time:
What’s-a matter you? Hey! Gotta no respect
What-a you t’ink you do? Why you look-a so sad?
It’s-a not so bad
it’s-a nice-a place
Ah
shaddap-a you face!
That’s-a my mama. I can remember!
Big accordion solo!
Ah ! Play dat again! Really nice
really nice!
Soon-a come-a day
gonna be a big-a star
Den I make-a T.V. shows and-a movies
Get-a myself a new car
but still I be myself
I don’t want-a to change a t’ing
Still a-dance and a-sing
[ t’ing about-a mama
she used to say:
What’s-a matter you? Hey! . . .
Mama
she said it all-a da time!
What’s-a matter you? Hey!
Gotta no respect
. . .
That’s-a my mama!
Hello
everybody!
‘At’s out-a dere in-a radio and-a T.V. land
aid you know I had a big-a hit-a song in-a Italy with-a disc?
Shaddap-a you face,
I sing-a dis-a song
all-a my fans applaud
Dey clap-a da hands
dat-a make me feel-a so good;
You ought to learn-a dis-a song
it’s-a real-a simple –
See
I sing: “What’s-a matter you?” You sing: “Hey!”
Den I sing-a da rest
and den at de end
we can all-a sing:
Ah, Shaddap-a you face!
0.k.
let’s-a try it
really big –
Uno
duo
tre
quatro!
What’s – a matter you ? Hey !…