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  1. juaz!!!! poly todavía me estoy riendo.

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  2. ¿Que le puedo decir? a la hora de los bifes, abrir una cajita con la cara de buzzi me tira la líbido al nivel de una chancleta vieja. Conclusión: Buzzi no sirve ni de forro.

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  3. Buzzi puede circular en el interior y recibe el apoyo de su gente, que son los poductores afiliados y no afiliados a la FAA.
    No quiso ser candidato a diputado, pero quedate tranquilo que sacaba mucho mas del 8% que sacó Rossi.

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  4. que venga a santiago y hable en nombre de los campesinos
    no le da la cara para aparecer al forro de la sociedad rural

    los del mocase lo esperan, queremos verlo pasear por santiago del estero

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  5. Buzzi no puede andar por las asambleas del interior de FAA, solo por la pampa húmeda
    y Rossi es un señor cosa que los agrogarcas lo saben y no lo pudieron corromper..y vos Mariano T, vales dos peso como los votos que sacaste, derechoso y culposo.

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  6. Encuentro Latinoamericano5 sept 2009, 8:32:00 p.m.

    Che, no estoy de acuerdo con esto, me parece una ofensa.

    Los forros sirven para cuidar a la gente de contagiarse el HIV y prevenir embarazos no deseados. Buzzi tiene que remar mucho para alcanzar la categoría de forro.

    Salutes.

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