Yeah thats entirely possible. Especially now we dropped 2 points in 7 games and will struggle to avoid relegation
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Its obvious the first team can never draw against the last team. it simply means we are a worse team then sassuolo and we will be last now, and struggle to get back up. In fact i doubt we'll win any game from now on, cause these two points we dropped in 7 games is huge. Other "topteams" like roma just win all their games and become scudetto winnders.
Its back to provincional mediocrity for us
Its back to provincional mediocrity for us
Its obvious the first team can never draw against the last team. it simply means we are a worse team then sassuolo and we will be last now, and struggle to get back up. In fact i doubt we'll win any game from now on, cause these two points we dropped in 7 games is huge. Other "topteams" like roma just win all their games and become scudetto winnders.
Its back to provincional mediocrity for us
Its back to provincional mediocrity for us
Dear Diary,
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,
Dru
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,Dru
Dear Diary,
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,
Dru
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,Dru
Dear Diary,
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,
Dru
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,Dru
Oh well, time to press my hands against my face and inhaling deeply.
Dear Diary,
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,
Dru
I exhausted my man juices because of our poor performance causing temporary paralysis stretching from my anterior and ulnar collateral ligaments to my homominimal scrotus. My instincts tell me it was the violent nature of the act but Google indicates the cold shower prior to the self-inflicted rape was the culprit. As methane seeped from my Totti from the Indian food I ate with Gregory the night before I couldn't help but smile as I felt an "I told you so" flow from my soul to my keyboard.
I mistakenly invited Hustini to California for a peace initiative because now I fear he thinks I want his Panucci and my Totti to do the Tango on a soft moonlit Northern California evening as the seasonal leaves fall from the trees and the brisk cool night breeze gently pushes his coffee soaked pores scent into my soft breezing nostrils as my hands grip his firm athletic 33 inch waistline trembling of what comes after the dance when the music stops.
My heart tells me I don't want this fantasy to end but my deck yearns for the future to weave this dream into reality. As I write I lose myself in my own confusion: Cam or the benefit to my argument after yesterday's dreary result? My eyes tear for my body and what it knows it wants and my mind scrambles to the CL game just around the corner. Will Max-effect strike again and we win? What then? How can I show my face again after throwing all my chips on the table after this match?
The Tuz God's surely will shed their fine faces and smile as my cause is noble. The pre-2006 confederacy will rise again. I will be there with my bayonet and uniform passionately cursing the BOD and the naysayers on the Juventuz Community Forum (Powered by vBulletin® Version 4.2.0 Copyright © 2014 vBulletin Solutions, Inc. All rights reserved). Hustini will bow to his knees (again) and one day...one magnanimous day I will reclaim my throne, the one I never had, and sit perched eloquently above the peasant race I'm destined to rule.
Mr. Agnelli, your historical never been seen before run of consecutive trophies will end soon. Marotta, you think you are so suave getting blockbuster deals like Tevez for peanuts, Vidal for a steal and the best all-around midfielder of our time in Pogba. You think you are so cool walking into our new stadium giving us more money to balance the books than ever before. This tight well run-greased ship you are operating will sink soon enough. I'll be there because unlike you, I'm exactly like Badass Devil...a pure Juventino & banderea.
I'm the real Uno di Noi.
always,Dru
Oh well, time to press my hands against my face and inhaling deeply.
