We poor girls of the '80s, we found the age of technology ... accustomed to the maximum of genius was the Flip the fashion ... not to mention the happiness of the first mobile phone in high school, the legendary Alcatel with the keyboard that lit. The girls will now be perfectly tuned, but we? We we're not understanding anything, stressed because we can not decipher the techno-male signals. Now the phone no longer needed, the type does not calling you, so you pluck FB; even chat no longer needed, so will send you an email, see each other there is no longer needed, so you can make a video call ... The fact that there phone is so worrying? We must adapt the new means of mass communication? The fact that we are looking only on-line must, however, flatter? We read the Corriere dei Piccoli to know, to keep us informed, we can never know what we? But really, we wrote letters sprayed with perfume Naj Oleari Us! We had posters of Kirk Cameron (Growing Pains) and Mark Paul Gosselaar (Beside School) that came out in words on the walls, not to post links ... We sculpted abs!
But then you do not understand. Eventually even the men of today were children aged 80 years ... but as they've become so? All the fault of the Transformers? Unbolt all we have to put up with them there? And those times when we sent the letter with two checkboxes: Would you be my girlfriend? YES or NO, put an X. ..
Now we are also willing to put a Y, but returned Caselline!?! Please.
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