Wednesday, May 26, 2010
What Are The Chances Of Another World War
The beautiful ladies of the old
I in Sicily Beautiful, Paths, One hundred cases and so on and so forth we do not care!
We have a lot more interesting stories, worthy of a great television series ... During the period of the Viceroy, in the eighteenth century, lived in Palermo a "maybe" call Giovanna Bonanno. She resorted
women who wanted to get rid of their men.
Joan had a very powerful poison, and this famous magic potion that used to kill the poor husbands discovered by chance in the year 1786, when he learned of a child who had felt badly due to ingestion of vinegar for lice.
The first was a customer who was his neighbor who wanted to make out her husband because he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her lover.
Even novice Joan did not know what were the amounts that were used to kill someone. Then gave the neighbor a little bottle with the liquid poison, her husband drank this concoction, but ended up "just" the hospital.
The neighbor had to buy two additional doses to see her husband dead.
No doctor was able to understand the cause of death, and so it was that John begins his work "Maybe" by calling his mixture "arcane liquor vinegar."
At that period in the district Zisa of mysterious deaths began to occur ... as some bakers nobles of the area, some gardeners molester John did out in practice ... a lot 'of people and I was proud!
When he was nearly eighty years, a friend, a certain Maria Pitarra, asked her a dose of "vinegar liquor" without saying who would be the unlucky.
Joan learned that the man had to drink quell'intruglio was the son of John Lombardo, another dear friend. The wanted to tell but could not.
sounds like a soap opera, and if you keep reading comes the twist ... The
Lombardo, meanwhile, had discovered that her daughter-through Pitarra, had ordered the poisonous potion for a better son and plotted revenge against our maybe.
He pretended to want to buy a dose of "vinegar", and at the time of delivery arrived with four witnesses, in the act of seizing the Bonanno.
October 1788 Giovanna Bonanno was tried for witchcraft, where they were called to witness some survivor and the grocer where Joan bought vinegar for lice.
On 30 July 1789, the poisoner was hanging from the gallows.
Che ne dite? Non è una degna storia da Beautiful?
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O women who wanted to get rid of their men.
Joan had a very powerful poison, and this famous magic potion that used to kill the poor husbands discovered by chance in the year 1786, when he learned of a child who had felt badly due to ingestion of vinegar for lice.
The first was a customer who was his neighbor who wanted to make out her husband because he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her lover.
Even novice Joan did not know what were the amounts that were used to kill someone. Then gave the neighbor a little bottle with the liquid poison, her husband drank this concoction, but ended up "just" the hospital.
The neighbor had to buy two additional doses to see her husband dead.
No doctor was able to understand the cause of death, and so it was that John begins his work "Maybe" by calling his mixture "arcane liquor vinegar."
At that period in the district Zisa of mysterious deaths began to occur ... as some bakers nobles of the area, some gardeners molester John did out in practice ... a lot 'of people and I was proud!
When he was nearly eighty years, a friend, a certain Maria Pitarra, asked her a dose of "vinegar liquor" without saying who would be the unlucky.
Joan learned that the man had to drink quell'intruglio was the son of John Lombardo, another dear friend. The wanted to tell but could not.
sounds like a soap opera, and if you keep reading comes the twist ... The
Lombardo, meanwhile, had discovered that her daughter-through Pitarra, had ordered the poisonous potion for a better son and plotted revenge against our maybe.
He pretended to want to buy a dose of "vinegar", and at the time of delivery arrived with four witnesses, in the act of seizing the Bonanno.
October 1788 Giovanna Bonanno was tried for witchcraft, where they were called to witness some survivor and the grocer where Joan bought vinegar for lice.
On 30 July 1789, the poisoner was hanging from the gallows.
Che ne dite? Non è una degna storia da Beautiful?
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stating that each of us, in their underwear, in addition to the famous little boy Pascoli, own stooge stooge or Sicilian :-) 
Giuca for some in the folk tradition is one of the most popular and most entertaining. 
It 's a boy naive, silly, a little' luck. Many stories are true, even though they may seem paradoxical. I remember when I was little and I put the backpack for school, but even now, when I take the heavy stuff, my mother always tells me "stooge Carrico you :-)
And I laugh automatically! The following story Catherine has told me, a friend of the page "Sicilia" new friend "feisbucchiana" One day the mother of stooge, exiting said - I'm going out stooge. In a bit 'put two peas in a pot, so that when I will be ready to eat.
stooge did what his mother had asked him to do. When the mother came home she saw that the pot was boiling the water was on fire. But lifting the lid, he saw no vegetable in the water.
- Giufà, hapless son, - he said - but I tell you to put the chickpeas in a pot?
- So I made Mom
- What? Can not you see that there is nothing?
- I do not blame Mom. In fact I did better than you told me. Instead of two peas in a pot I made three. Then monitoring the cooking, I tasted one, to see if I had just tasted of salt and another to see if it was still hard I tasted last. For this reason they have remained.
's mother stooge, without another word, he took a wooden spoon and started thrashing him up :-)
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stooge did what his mother had asked him to do. When the mother came home she saw that the pot was boiling the water was on fire. But lifting the lid, he saw no vegetable in the water.
- Giufà, hapless son, - he said - but I tell you to put the chickpeas in a pot?
- So I made Mom
- What? Can not you see that there is nothing?
- I do not blame Mom. In fact I did better than you told me. Instead of two peas in a pot I made three. Then monitoring the cooking, I tasted one, to see if I had just tasted of salt and another to see if it was still hard I tasted last. For this reason they have remained.
's mother stooge, without another word, he took a wooden spoon and started thrashing him up :-)
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