Aretino / Inglese
The wine is the tit of old people
In the ass of the wolfes
In the ass of the world
We don’t see from here to there
In war time every hole is shelter
A day’s thing
To send him in the sewer, he send it to bad
To given horse we don’t look in muoth
At dick of dog
Giving’him reason Jesus died for the cold
At the water of roses
To cocunut’s pipe
At this round you don’t diddle me
Desire drink eggs
Accident to you and to that whore of Anghiarina
Goodbye my lemons
For free he'will take the sheet too
Ah, it will be nothing
Ah yes, I find you on top of cherry tree A
At pig era they were whispers
At pig era your mother was the Queen
Come on that we redrink
Come on, but could you go out from the balls
Regive!
He hold the soul with theet
Good to know
Little barrel, good wine... but not in the caps
Swallow down at fall
There’s a smell of little fresh ...
He did the golden bowels
He has got the money that get out from his hears
He has got the living silver inside
Did you never drink here?!
You always have the feet dirty as the ducks
I’ve got two balls as two eggs of duck
He shits as a little bird
He walks with the feet to the grocer's
Live horse that the grass grow up
You can put the boiled on
It needs patience
That I’ll be blind
Are you doing as the thin pig that dream the acrons?!
Are we doing the fishing of Giunti? Water until the balls and no fishes
Who is unuseful for the king, is unuseful for the queen too
Who sleeps doesn’t take fishes
Meat, daddy, than the bread pick up
Floorcloth says bad of rag
With the tranquillity and the vaseline the elephant buggered the hen
With the cheese is its death
As told the suppository to the missile: blessed you that go on sky
As it will be nothing
He’s important as the two of trump
Farmer big shoes and thin brain
This is not the way, as said the one that was drawning
I round you by the slaps
Give reason to a stupid
Give ‘em thin
Give me one that two had died
Of house, is there anybody?!
O what is present don’t less nothing
God on the donkey and Joseph by walk
Straight as a duck’s neck
Straight as the road of Poti
It resists from Christams to Saint Stephan
You resists as under water
Hard as the La Verna’s big stone
Strong as a knock of an olive tree
He’s drunk as a sieve
This is the priest’s mouthful
It’s its beautiful
It’s a muothful greedy
It’s a piece that we didn’t see
She's a little cold chestnut
He’s good as the bread
He’s hot as the piss
It's like defecating a hedgehog with burning hemorrhoidal
It’s like the wife of the poor Trombino: less that nothing
It’s like to put a tie to pig
It's like assuming Viagra to make himself a saw
It’s like piss in the flowers
It’s like take the charms to a baby
It’s like rub in the house of bandits
It’s like fight against a sheeter
You told move…
It’s hard angry
He become a youngman
He went on beast
He went in confusion
He went to leg-at-air
Is better be frightened that remedy
Is more the sofference that the pleasure
He’s thin used up
He went down to dead-daddy
Eh the wish will leave you
The warmth of the sheet doesn't make boil the pot
The dumb you've got in head
The worst has to come, said the one that ate the pruning-knife and shit the handle
He does as Sant Alò: before died and after falled hill
He does more damage than the hail
You need less time to jump him that round him
You make the milk come to the knees
Fedelisarca all a ship
Dense as the foxtail
Ah, it’s the better ,,,
Exact as the Tetris
Exact like a finger in the asshole
You're delicate as a shovelful of shit in a wedding dress
You're more ugly than the Multipla
If you want to spite your friend, sow's meat and fig's log
I give you a punch in the stomach thata I made you the hole for Holy Marie
You are not able to keep a water-mellon still in a slop
