<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 10:57:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Una volta da ubriaco....</title><description>Il primo blog italiano che raccoglie i ricordi etilici di tutti. Inviate i vostri ricordi etilici più assurdi a ricordietilici@gmail.com con immagini o video. Non abbiate ritegno. NOI NON NE ABBIAMO!fatevi avanti....</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-7070638086993433256</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T07:29:02.328-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Una volta da ubriaco mercoledì sera ad una festa universitaria ho preso 36 no di fila da ragazze presenti. /vomitato da luchino/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-7070638086993433256?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2008/01/una-volta-da-ubriaco-mercoled-sera-ad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-8202177527844054167</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T07:27:43.224-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Una volta ho vomitato dopo sole 2 birre piccole. /vomitato da anonimo/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-8202177527844054167?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2008/01/una-volta-ho-vomitato-dopo-sole-2-birre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-8228598077800435538</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2008 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-23T07:26:24.992-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Ciao è da un po di tempo che sono stato assente per motivi di studio...ho un bel po di aggiornamenti....Incominciamo da questa bella laurea:&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Txmm-pS93lY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Txmm-pS93lY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-8228598077800435538?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2008/01/ciao-da-un-po-di-tempo-che-sono-stato.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-6890453663042939800</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 12:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T04:33:04.521-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una sera ero ubriaco in discoteca,dopo varie sboccate nel lavandino del bagno senza rendermene conto mi sono trovato a lavarmi la faccia con il mio stesso sbocco nel lavandino pensando k fosse acqua!ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da shokkettina)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-6890453663042939800?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/una-sera-ero-ubriaco-in-discotecadopo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-135420414281087189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 12:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T04:18:19.342-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R3jd_Nb3sdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dDnGz9B9wNY/s1600-h/cameriera_sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R3jd_Nb3sdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dDnGz9B9wNY/s320/cameriera_sexy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150110251906216402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si è chiuso un altro sondaggio! la maggioranza delle persone alla sua ultima sbronza si è ridotta un vegetale...ma in fondo chissenefrega.&lt;br /&gt;Ovviamente ecco il premio di questo sondaggio....&lt;br /&gt;E la cameriera che un po tutti vorremmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAUUUUURA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-135420414281087189?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/si-chiuso-un-altro-sondaggio-la.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R3jd_Nb3sdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dDnGz9B9wNY/s72-c/cameriera_sexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-4440339685848382397</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T10:34:59.644-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ubriaco sono stato per ore a fissare l'immenso....poi mi sono svegliato ed ero in stazione a Belluno in macchina di un amico.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da marco)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-4440339685848382397?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/ubriaco-sono-stato-per-ore-fissare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-3744357227681689655</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-19T12:57:39.935-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Il cugino di un mio amico ha vomitato dalla macchina mentre questa andava...aprendo e chiudendo lo sportello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Guido)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-3744357227681689655?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/il-cugino-di-un-mio-amico-ha-vomitato.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-5743136756254596916</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Dec 2007 16:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-14T08:10:52.302-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da ubriaco andavo cantando in un allegro pomeriggio di agosto mentre la gente urlava dalle case di stare zitto alle 6 del mattino.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da luca)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-5743136756254596916?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/da-ubriaco-andavo-cantando-in-un.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-545481322454149257</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 20:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-10T12:03:26.973-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ad una festa sono andato in giro con il pisello di fuori....tutti cercavano di prendermelo a calci per farmelo mettere via....erano messi tutti ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da andrea)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-545481322454149257?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/ad-una-festa-sono-andato-in-giro-con-il.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-4703490580088502243</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-10T12:00:24.358-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una volta da ubriaco ho pisciato dal 5 piano di un palazzo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Andrea)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-4703490580088502243?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/una-volta-da-ubriaco-ho-pisciato-dal-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-7431008569627749065</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2007 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-09T13:29:08.135-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Si è concluso un altro sondaggio .....allora vediamone i risultati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 0px none ; 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&lt;td style="margin-top: 2px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;div style="position: relative; z-index: 0;"&gt;&lt;div class="resultText" title="Inizio a frequentare il bagno 2 volte al minuto"&gt;  2 (7%)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="resultBar" title="Inizio a frequentare il bagno 2 volte al minuto" style="position: absolute; left: 0px; top: 0px; z-index: -1; width: 7%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 di voi hanno provato quella strana emozione chiamata anche come il letto ottovolante...&lt;br /&gt;Ecco i sintomi....Quando torniamo da una super festa e siamo stanchissimi non desideriamo altro che andare a dormire e....che succede....?&lt;br /&gt;Appena mettiamo la testa sul cuscino tutto inizia a girare e muoversi sempre di più...su e giu, su e giu....destra e sinistra....è davvero una sensazione bella...per i primi 30 secondi...poi infatti si finisce per cagnare!&lt;br /&gt;Se anche voi lo avete provato...avete vinto il sondaggio...in premio una notte di amore con:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1xeFwQg9GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V2-HbZY5qDc/s1600-h/tette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1xeFwQg9GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V2-HbZY5qDc/s320/tette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142088327496791138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1xdswQg9FI/AAAAAAAAAEY/a2MUvAtI8rM/s1600-h/tette.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-7431008569627749065?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/si-concluso-un-altro-sondaggio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1xeFwQg9GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/V2-HbZY5qDc/s72-c/tette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-2143450961218917104</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-08T11:52:15.558-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estate di un paio di anni fa a casa di un mio amico a lignano. La serata inizia bene tra una birra,il vino,un paio di birre,un paio di vini ecc...mi ritrovo in terrazza(18esimo piano)seduto su una sedia completamente muto e che fisso l'infinito del mare. Il mio amico mi fa "che fai?" io "cerco di fermare quella stronza di luce là in fondo che non sta ferma"(PS era il faro di segnalazione fisso in mezzo al mare)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Sintox84)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-2143450961218917104?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/estate-di-un-paio-di-anni-fa-casa-di-un.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-350112521621792018</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 12:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T04:13:31.114-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una volta da ubriaco cercavo in tutti i modi di riuscire a rimorchiare una tipa....al suo no decisi di cercarne un altra...passai così la serata a fare il cazzone con 5 tipe...tutte mi dissero no anche a causa delle mie condizioni di ebbrezza...allora sconsolato soo stato seduto su un muretto a smaltire da solo maledicendo il mondo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Anonimo)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-350112521621792018?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/una-volta-da-ubriaco-cercavo-in-tutti-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-2654970377378582076</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T04:11:07.447-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una volta da ubriaco sono andato a sbattere con la bici su un cassonetto dell'immondizia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;/(vomitato da Luca)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-2654970377378582076?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/una-volta-da-ubriaco-sono-andato.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-4875970170598141075</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-06T01:28:33.267-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La scimmia ubriaca....alzate il voume!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYuIYNaKynI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYuIYNaKynI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-4875970170598141075?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-scimmia-ubriaca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-1640798061544367759</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 23:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T15:20:14.975-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Fresco fresco da un nostro fan americano!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnXY_BHjnZs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QnXY_BHjnZs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-1640798061544367759?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/fresco-fresco-da-un-nostro-fan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-6010823179644384367</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T13:13:41.406-08:00</atom:updated><title>A history of Party</title><description>Tanto tempo fa in una sperduta cittdina del nord italia arrivo un misterioso cavaliere dall'armatura verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1Rvz88-5xI/AAAAAAAAADU/Ap_W1wZG26w/s1600-R/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 257px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1Rvz88-5xI/AAAAAAAAADU/7s-X7iM8NVc/s320/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139856013062498066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutti si chiedevano chi fosse....ma lui rispondeva solo strani versi....si capi presto che era venuto per sfidare in duello (di bevute) il misterioso cavaliere dall'armatura rossa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1RwQ88-5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/_lNPbYj8Rt4/s1600-R/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1RwQ88-5yI/AAAAAAAAADc/d6ApcFi8L78/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139856511278704418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il duello fu molto duro e causo decine di morti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1RxFM8-5zI/AAAAAAAAADk/T6jpEZVeOvw/s1600-R/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1RxFM8-5zI/AAAAAAAAADk/h3ZScCmCPwA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139857408926869298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questa è la storia...è solo una leggenda ma si basa su una storia vera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-6010823179644384367?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/history-of-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RkDdzVsTWbk/R1Rvz88-5xI/AAAAAAAAADU/7s-X7iM8NVc/s72-c/1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-3490456814826417327</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-03T01:03:38.104-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una volta da ubriaco ho vomitato sul cofano di una panda. Poi dieci metri dopo e poi altri 10....un tour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Anonimo)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-3490456814826417327?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/una-volta-da-ubriaco-ho-vomitato-sul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-2393686270274830472</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-01T10:55:38.700-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una volta da ubriaco facevo l'altalena appeso ad un albero in un bosco....il terreno era umido e l'albero sradicandosi mi è finito addosso....mi sono slogato un polso...ma me ne sono accorto il giorno dopo..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Luca)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-2393686270274830472?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/12/una-volta-da-ubriaco-facevo-laltalena.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-1031701300125051203</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-30T06:43:35.770-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;festa da toio x la maturità!! tutti bevono come delle cakke e alcuni cazzoni scelgono delle vittime...io non ero l'unica vittima ma senz'altro il + preso di mira....sta di fatto ke si sono messi a riempire i bikkieri con qualsiasi cosa (.......cif??) e poi: BEVI BEVI...e io....glu glu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sono stato malissimo! la peggio mina della mia vita. ridotto 1 skifo osceno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;questa è rimasta negli annali e spesso quando ribecco certi tipi mi fanno gli auguri: cif cif urrà!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Begonzo)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-1031701300125051203?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/11/festa-da-toio-x-la-maturit-tutti-bevono.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-345429036488850910</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-30T01:41:20.154-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una volta da ubriaco in discoteca da adolescente facevo il figo a manetta sbattevo porte e pensavo di essere il padrone del mondo....20 minuti dopo ero al freddo a dormire di fuori su una panchina cacciato dai buttafuori.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Daniele)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-345429036488850910?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/11/una-volta-da-ubriaco-in-discoteca-da.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-6230841775577065270</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-30T01:39:14.909-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre in tema di sbronze al piave una volta mi sono sbronzato da paura al piave, poi tornando a casa in vespa ho trovato per strada dei miei compagni..fermo la vespa e non riesco a tenerla in equilibrio..per fortuna uno dei miei compagni la ha prontamente presa e tenuta in piedi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come se non bastasse poi torno a casa e trovo mio fratello in cortile ke prova lo skateboarda appena comprato e mi dice di provarlo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi sono ramassato un paio di volte, così ho deciso di salire a casa e, dolorante e sbronzissimo, di adare a dormire...erano circa le 11 di mattina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da claudio)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-6230841775577065270?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/11/sempre-in-tema-di-sbronze-al-piave-una.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-3871094317179700720</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-29T04:55:28.589-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una volta da ubriaco, molto ubriaco (reduce dalla mattinata al Piave...) sono stato interrogato in storia...beh non so se il prof si sia accorto di qualcosa, ma so che sono riuscito non si sa come a prendere 7.5....Il bello è arrivato quando il giorno dopo, quando il prof ha chiesto se qualcuno doveva essere ancora sentito, ho alzato la mano anch'io...un mio compagno mi ha avvertito prima che il prof se ne accorgesse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato da Mr Tolkki)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-3871094317179700720?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/11/una-volta-da-ubriaco-molto-ubriaco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-6237880456442295215</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-29T01:30:26.694-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una volta da ubriaco in gita mi sono addormentato e i miei compagni mi hanno riempito la faccia di schiuma da barba e mi hanno messo gli occhiali da sole e una banana in bocca.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/(vomitato anonimo)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405266178187082598-6237880456442295215?l=ricordietilici.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://ricordietilici.blogspot.com/2007/11/una-volta-da-ubriaco-in-gita-mi-sono.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Antonio La Trippa)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405266178187082598.post-1419613727098764984</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Nov 2007 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-28T01:38:22.958-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una ragazza si aggira per le strade dopo la festa del pastin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGV5SdWR4IU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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