Right now, I do not know if people are too familiar, because it gets stung way to the headlines from our beloved first lady, or at least as pleasing tricks that fascinate the French bored and do not yet know that besides JDD there are things that are called books. Now where was I? Ah yes. In short it all to arrive at the fact that in college right now is just the strike. But the strike
un peu moche, avec des réponses gouvernementales qui te donnent envie de te faire ligaturer les trompes tellement que t’as pas envie de faire subir ça à tes gosses qui ne sont pour l’instant qu’imaginaires et qui, à vue de nez, le resteront, mais qui dans leur petits corps fantasmagoriques, souffrent déjà le martyre. Si un jour ils passent de l’état de petites créatures parfaites et imaginaires à celui de bande morveux de chair qui crient sacrément fort, bah moi je dis que l’autre qui a pris ses mioches sous le bras et qui les a amenés élever des moutons en Lozère en leur faisant l’école à la maison il avait peut-être la solution. Dommage j’aime not too many sheep. School and less and less. Lozere bof too. Finally it is pretty, but what a vacation.
I digress a lot today I think.
All that to say that yesterday with a bunch of people I do not necessarily, and some that I find most respectable, we went as a bunch of assholes we are leftists, circling two hours during the Grand 'Place de Lyon, to say that yeah, it's alive, yeah that one would like that we see a little, and yeah we know that our future it looks like vomit on a pile of manure but it is said that Paris mushrooms that grow on manure and we have nothing against a little fried.
two hours under the sun, t-shirt, bellowing slogans funny, or remixes revolutionary Desireless and 2b3. The Ludwig von 88 were right: two hours to walk under the sun (ok, maybe no lead, no exaggeration) that you die a layabout student. QED, the revolution is not, then a gala dinner. Except that
glandeuse a student who has a pony-skin red, it'll take a sunburn in ten minutes. With a T-shirt Manchu, it gives you something filthy like "sunburn Sunday afternoon during the part of Petanque at the municipal campsite Ricard Marseillan Beach. I'm glad I'm a redneck revolution. I think I'm finally sentenced to not fornicate with guys who keep their socks.
un peu moche, avec des réponses gouvernementales qui te donnent envie de te faire ligaturer les trompes tellement que t’as pas envie de faire subir ça à tes gosses qui ne sont pour l’instant qu’imaginaires et qui, à vue de nez, le resteront, mais qui dans leur petits corps fantasmagoriques, souffrent déjà le martyre. Si un jour ils passent de l’état de petites créatures parfaites et imaginaires à celui de bande morveux de chair qui crient sacrément fort, bah moi je dis que l’autre qui a pris ses mioches sous le bras et qui les a amenés élever des moutons en Lozère en leur faisant l’école à la maison il avait peut-être la solution. Dommage j’aime not too many sheep. School and less and less. Lozere bof too. Finally it is pretty, but what a vacation.
I digress a lot today I think.
All that to say that yesterday with a bunch of people I do not necessarily, and some that I find most respectable, we went as a bunch of assholes we are leftists, circling two hours during the Grand 'Place de Lyon, to say that yeah, it's alive, yeah that one would like that we see a little, and yeah we know that our future it looks like vomit on a pile of manure but it is said that Paris mushrooms that grow on manure and we have nothing against a little fried.
two hours under the sun, t-shirt, bellowing slogans funny, or remixes revolutionary Desireless and 2b3. The Ludwig von 88 were right: two hours to walk under the sun (ok, maybe no lead, no exaggeration) that you die a layabout student. QED, the revolution is not, then a gala dinner. Except that
glandeuse a student who has a pony-skin red, it'll take a sunburn in ten minutes. With a T-shirt Manchu, it gives you something filthy like "sunburn Sunday afternoon during the part of Petanque at the municipal campsite Ricard Marseillan Beach. I'm glad I'm a redneck revolution. I think I'm finally sentenced to not fornicate with guys who keep their socks.
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