A Big Which Weekend!

Big which weekend! My better friend in the world became than the marriage to marry on Sunday, and I was part of the marriage of marriage of the ceremony! She was beautiful. It was fantastic. I danced. I laughed. I shouted me. Then it was time for the day to begin! The nervous real party anxious the day was the speech that I was forced to give to the crowd of the spectators. It did very fear mister Mario! But I did it. I laughed. My better ones better to unravel itself while laughing. The public laughs and appluaded. Beautiful. My better vows to the bride and the handsome groom!

Salutations of the evil,
Mister Mario

A story while I wait for the legion response

I now will present you with a story of my past while I await for the members of the Foreign Legion to reply for me. (Why do you take so many time, the legion?). This is a history on how I, mister of Mario Rigatoni, became all greeted and celebrated demon of the evil. Please done you pleasure enjoy my story!

Mario was afraid. Nervous. Worried. Very worrisome yet excited, mentally, physically. He had a meeting, programmed for three the afternoon. This was not any ordinary meeting. This was not a meeting of peace. Mario was the only member of the foreign legion to this meeting. It was a meeting with a man more powerful and intelligent arguably than Mario himself.

Mario had a meeting with the Demon.

Mario was summoned by the demon. "Hello Doctor Mario." The Demon said. "That was years since that we saw ourselves. I did not meet with you since that you delivered me the soul of Fashilo in exchange for its big mechanical construction." Mario did not speak. It took the hand of the Demon and kissed it with his beautiful lips. Mario bowed to the Evil.

Mario spoke. "Demon. I am in honor of your presence. Before we begin our matters, I brought you a present." Mario opened the purse. Purse of canvas it pulled a bottle of red wine. The brand: "Wine of doctor Mario Rigatoni". The saliva fell drop by drop from the mouth of the Demon. "First, we drink!" Mario poured 2 gigantic glasses.

"The acclamations to the Evil." The two beautiful beings said, in their good day habitual. The Demon drank the entire glass. Mario smiled. The Demon felt bothered. It felt trembling. "Sleep inducing wine?" Mario said, smiling ear to the ear. "Not". It laughed. "The death inducing wine. Good-bye, the father." The Demon had been fooled by great Mario. The big project of Mario was complete. Mario was now the demon. "The beautiful project." Demon Mario said.

Mystery of X Mystery knows of Escape

Hello the legion on the paper tidbit newspaper of world wide problem journal. A million dollars received to whoever recovers carries the Mario of doctor mister for me. It is my captive one. I need him. Ransom of money belongs delivered! Bring it me and the mystery of the mystery X mystical will bring you joys of life. More of alcohol and the pasta sausage of bovine ones of butcher shop than you can imagine in the earths fantasy. Do not go to the airplane shed for the Mario.

Mystery X of your new boss of the mystery

I have escaped!

Escaped! The beautiful legion! This is me, your boss, your lover, mister of Mario. I escaped the man mystery of X mystery! He is bad, more mean than me, more of poorly than you, a true devil, between the human beings and the animals. My Sweet Candy flavored Donald used the device of supervision that I established in my lower thigh muscle to find me! Mister Mario was weak, incapable to budge or to speak, Donald took me on its hairy back saddle to a coffee shop of Internet, where I can attain my newspaper web of the journalism, then I can post this claim. Mister Mystery X must be taken towards the bottom. I want to muster to put a meeting of the legion of peace, maybe this time, we avoid cruises by boat! We will meet the airplane shed in one week's time. Please to reply if you are available. Please do not present you to murder me. Mario does not like this kind of thing, I want peace. Donald to suckle me again to the health with vodka and the pasta and the meat sauce. I will correspond with you under little time.

Exemplary and tremendously your boss and lover of the foreign legion,

Mario of mister Rigatoni.

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Hello the Legion. Do not attempt to adjust the screens of visual one of computer for Internet of usage of billposting to crystals liquidate television or HAS TAKES of the or the plasma of computer view. Your account was cut. I have a member of your hostage of precious legion and I have a project. If you do not send $1.000.000.000 to "X of Mystery" to P.O. The can 21894321, your fearless leader will be killed. In case you do not believe me, I posted a picture of my captive one.



I await with impatience the audience of you soon.

The passion and supplies nevertheless the mystery disconcerting of a man of a child of boy liking the destruction and the world-wide wide comforts.

X of Mystery

The beautiful Toro is loose in the cranberry bogs...Mario busy, here's another story!

Look here is a history story about when I discovered what my father, Portabello Rigatoni, does for a work occupation! Frightening day for little Mario, but he did learned from the precious experience. Enjoy!

The seasons pants Mario was on the fire. Of a good manner. Of a manner pleasing. Mario was excited. Required mother Mary to Mario to awaken and to receive itself ready. Mario needed not the call awakens. Mario was awakened. Mario was dressed. It carried a beautiful knot butterfly around his neck. It carried garters. It resembled a million dollars. Today was a special day. Today Mario would become closer with Portabello. His father. Today was "Take your son to the working day".

Mario brought down while slipping the stairway ramp. "Hello the father!" Mario said. It kissed the right Portabello on the mouth. "Mario, we must go, we have a long day in advance of ourselves!" Portabello said. "Good-bye Mary! I bring to my son to work. We will paint houses now. Because that what I do for a job. I paint houses. Anything not else!" Portabello said with a drop of sweat on his forehead. It blinked eye to Mario. Mario knew that his father did not paint houses. It agreed with the thing.

Mario and Portabello climbed in the car (teleportation the artifice). Right away they were pulled to the hell. "Today we will buy some souls." The demon Portabello Rigatoni said. The member of Mario spread itself to wonderful lengths. Not poorly for a préadolescent. "That what soul we will buy, the father?". Mario asked.

Portabello rubbed itself its hands together. "There is a boy that wants special strengths. His house is Italy. I will give him these strengths, in exchange for the precious soul." Portabello said.

Portabello was ignorant of a single detail. Eight years ago it had done the making love to a woman in Italy. She gave birth to a child following the sperme of Portabello. She called the boy Mozzarella.

Eight years ago later, on "take your son to the working day", Mozzarella contacted the demon, it said that it wanted strengths. Portabello did not know: Mozzarella already had strengths. More strength than the Demon himself. The young boy had a project.

The Mario is one busy Rigatoni

There will be not advertising of the Mario on my newspaper web of today, for I am very occupied with my huge project in order not to to be killed by the members of the Legion. Instead of that, I will give you a history of the passed! This is a history on the time that I brought my father to the school with me to speak! (In addition, hidden at the far end of the history, you will discover how Toro became the Red Eyed bull furious of the conversation that it is today!) Enjoy!

Mario sat in his chair. It did the drawings on his paper. Small drawings of entertainment. The drawings helped it to spend the time quicker. Mario was nervous. Today was "bring to your father to the school day". Mario had brought to his father. Mario hoped that its class friends would be impressed by his father. The testicules of Mario were smaller than the peanuts. It was the turn of his father to speak with the class.

"Hello students. I am the father of Mario. My name is Portabello Rigatoni. My occupation is a desire donor." The students were excited. Mario huddled. "Any desire that you want, I am able you to give it, for a small price!". The students became awake. They liked the father of Mario. Mario was afraid. Portabello chose one of the students. "You". it said. "For which you want?".

The student was nervous. It was awakened. The harder member than a pipe of steel. "I want to be strong. I want to be quick. And ferocious. Similar to a bull." The student said.

"Desire granted." Portabello said. "Your soul is now mine! Is to what your name? " Portabello bellowed.

The bull replied with a smile and a weak glimmer of red ones in his globe eyepiece. "My name is Toro Parmesana".

I have a project

Good, listen me, unstable legion. I am your boss! Why would you want to write on me fantasy types typewriter internet catalog brainstorming creative magazine newspaper about killing me? I can read you rejects! I began this legion and this diary! Donald, my sweetened flavored candy Donald, you do not remember the time that I taught you sign how to communicate? We used to frighten the members entry precocious of the legion while attaching a record can around your neck with my game voice, and they believed that you were a miniature horse of conversation! And then a day I awakened with a due headache to a lot too much wine and of pellets of meats of beef and of heroin, and I hear it "Hello the father." It is of your mouth! I you sign and you lack me respect while saying to the foreign group on my chronic web that I to poison you? I have a project.

Entrusted Rigatoni. Only since the birth to the death. By the disease and by health. To the death to be done me.

The only one, and unique Rigatoni.

THE GALLOP

Hello. *THE GALLOP* I am new to Internet of place of newspaper of looks at the history and written the history of things and of subjects adjusts for Internet of transmission of television of magazine of press canvas international of desires. What do I? To address the legion on the questions of security of Legion. The this is the Donald. The Mario - my lover and my authentic gentleman and my better friend of a lot of desires - prepared a wonderful meal of shrimp and of hay. In the meal, there was a poison! Was the poison placed by the Mario? I do not know. Any assistance would be appreciated.

The yours in love and the true desires because a bird in your hands is worth more than a bird in the shrub unless the bird is my member and the shrub is the posterior of Mr. Rigatoni.

Strong Donald

Bunjour la Legion

Hisssssss! Hello the legion and the fight! I reply to the launched call my python the Rigatoni Mozzarella confused. I will fight with you! King Pomadoro? Aggro helps it new to the king to help? Are you ready to join their forces and to kill the Mario of Mister? We will expose our plans to reverse the crazy scholar, here even on this web newspaper online daily newspaper internet newspaper thing magazine broadcast. Since I have not any arm or the legs or the fingers, I take my new friend of better quality and lover, Fashilo the wonderful horse of the engineer of sea, of type for me. Hissss. In strike compensation, for me, it receives two blows of my fork, as the language. Delicious. In addition, I promise that I will not try to eat the aggro, even if the scuffle is so delicious meat of alligator and the skin. The other day, I appreciated a full sandwich of three kilograms of meat of crocodile and it is the meal more celestial than I have since Mario did me special of his mixture of flour of gigantic shrimp in the year 2001. My member is filled with enthusiasm just to the think about this meal. Aggro, please to reply to your response. You lack me.
Bottom of my heart and my member snake stiff,

Stavros dazzling it