[we do not recommend the reading of the strong faith and moralists who are scandalized by a curse, and strangle a child]
in the end it was all useless, we already knew, even before he became well known, even prepared for a strike on the day following the decision against which he protested: in case of clairvoyance or savings for the state, the fact is that we have it in the ass anyway. This only touches the Vaseline around the tour operator agency that organized bus to Rome from all over Italy.
faces of shit all, without exception.
the crickets that flutter in the farmyard and collect signatures on sheets that sell it at Sotheby's as wallpaper, to journalists who defamed the other journalists who in turn defamed other journalists who defamed other journalists.
Dear Jesus you've got it in the ass you too: Satanists prayed better than us, sponsored by the global ideological monopolies, cardinals and government, where they always have to Victory Park Lane to us and shit.
for the information there is no space. Ambrosia on, but found that just put a face in full view of her ass, then the words we think of shit people who populate our country.
for culture invented revisionism, taught in small dose in the game shows that if you know what color underwear were napoleon of one million net win, just do not say red, though. Mother says poor, do not send him to school, can not make it to study, I think dyslexia, dysgraphia and dyscalculia has, however, knows all the protagonists of friends. that soft! for his sixtieth birthday will give him a teddy bear, the pooh winny.
every day there is a new protest and all behind to protest banner and put in the blog, someone has collected hundreds of them, to keep up with him there would have to do a protest per minute for everything and tomorrow we're protesting water from the toilet.
we all complain about the water in the process that should be recycled in the name of a plant in the heart of the Amazon that is now extinct 150 million years, but could always reincarnate in a tetra pack.
hour later there will be another protest and fuck the plant, the left and right.
the newspaper editors are dedicated employees, drawn from all faculties and churn out a minimum charge of at least 10 complaints a day. invent a weepy story, a bit 'of wrongful death, two or three environmental disasters.
the decalogue of human rights has been established specifically to make up their protests.
tells you which article the journalist are you? well, I'm throwing on the constitution, it seems to infringe constitutional right to protest more shots lately. The other day I organized a protest on the modern woman, who looks cute I made the banner and gather signatures to repeal the choice of red Valentino, fighting for the rights of the yellow and periwinkle blue of the sewer.
dickheads. but tomorrow who will take care of most of the school?
triumphant individualism and that I am nothing, unless you pull that shit in the middle of the grain of sand, which along with other grains of sand form the sand, which is already privatized. Who owns the self? Bayer? perhaps, but it is not known with certainty. The fact is that to me, bought me someone with a mortgage, whose debt was sold at say 159 million of shareholders, which in turn have sold my estimated value, fake, invented, fake, broke down and went up other 159 million small shareholders. go to you to know who I am. are split, I pay my taxes and hyperinflationary alone. in compensation from Tokyo to New York to invest and lose myself, without even knowing how to fuck my name.
madonna whore.
in the building next to mine made a protest because the doorman said that cut costs for cleaning stairs. then the widow of the twenty third floor said she stairs are always a little 'dirty anyway and that of the sixteenth floor said that those at the bottom with the money we bought a cleaning manure for the plants on the ground floor. so they petitioned to remove the carpet in front of the door with an odd number. the gatekeeper took the signatures and there is cleaned her ass for a month, so did a search and found that with the money you save on toilet paper we paid a night patrol that was going to dirty the garage. because of the cleanliness of the garage there was no need to increase the cost of cleaning pool. then all took to the streets and expressed three days. the guardian has done what the fuck it seemed. cut costs but not for cleaning stairs. all in favor of that of the thirtieth floor, "says the accountant, which is over one hundred years ago, and its landing rights is not nobody ever goes there, fuck the care of her.
tomorrow is issued against a demonstration in front of the biscuit cookies Strawberry, the people have changed their minds, now wants them to melon. signature, too. here the banner.
ok, now I have only to go and sell directly to the moral of my ass to the hilt.
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