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half shooting by fat and Ciccio Ciccia

I read with some sadness the blog post did not know. I do not know if even comment on it, I just say that I immediately recalled the testimonies that we have published and are read around the difficulties for Cicci in the sport. The density of platitudes and easy to beat so true to everyday life lived by many obese makes it an article in point. It would be appropriate for a post like this was running as much as possible, especially among the promoters of the sport, at the institutional level, scolsastico and clubs, they are the front line, they should be the first to condemn positions so unhappy. The author of this thing says, I guess in good faith, that it is an ironic article. Believes, that is, who designed that way does not produce the damage that too explicitly. Good reading.

"I was running last week but, because of the sun peeps through the clouds hard, traffic between the usual paths of the runners was very congested.
Specifically, I could not see many boys (and boys) who ran overweight fully occupying the road.
Struck from happening, I felt a social obligation to write an open letter to these lovely people who will be published next week on the venture scene. There advance contained in a confidential way.

Dear Letter to a fat fat face when I run late in the evening:
approaches;
dear fat that you drag along the South looking for the lost form:
back on the couch;
dear fat guy who spent months gorging Kinder Bueno and pasta alla carbonara:
kill you.
Dear fat, remember the Merchant of Venice
and supplement their income by selling a pound of your flesh. Dear
fat that you believe to be of strong constitution, resigned
're just a bunch of extra pounds. Dear
fat that you are of delicate and harmonious,
not oppose your fate and strafogati again. Dear
fat you think you gain weight because of the bread and pasta,
know that the cause is only you who eat those five times a day. Dear
fat guy who is now struggling to find your micropistolino,
satisfied and do not worry about the boobs that we are growing every day. Dear
fat when you come home after ten minutes of running
not eat as a pig falsely gratified by your poor performance. Dear
fat that makes me happy making me realize that, despite
all the world there is someone worse than me aesthetically. Dear
fat that run in the opposite direction to mine,
moved to leave the street who is thin and has a future. Dear
fat I do not ever run before without leaving
because the next time I'll kick your ass slim.
An affectionate advice I can give you high fat,
tonight you're at home, no longer losing weight again. I embrace you strong
dear fat,
but will not affect my hands behind your back. "