Some evenings should be banned, "said the professor Danso while smeared a thick block of butter on a bloody steak. The sunsets in Europe especially resemble an epileptic aura . Tastes like déjà vu and smell bad. The self-proclaimed great illustrious African seer then gave a magnificent and ferocious bite the steak and I could almost feel the lump of flesh writhed in pain in his mouth descended from cannibals .
Do you think that Spain is European sunsets, Danso? No, the sunsets in Spain have something crafty. The sunsets in your country seem to unfold before you as if everything belongs to a private show. Seem to offer something very valuable, as an exceptional female know you do not deserve but which is delivered to you. And the fact is that one often gives up and ends up paying. Paying more than they can permitirse.El illustrious African seer can cure gonorrhea, prostatitis and clap with only a few sentences, glanced at the veins that ran the mutilated flesh that still remained on the plate. Oh, Molinaire ! Sunsets of Spain does not give you anything you do not offer a French evening.
You see it nerve? Imagine it is the intestinal tract Eurasia. If I caught him here, say that this is Lisbon and the other side is ... the other side is a city of such shit that is in the East. Tell me the name of one, buddy! Do not you know? Well, you know what I mean. If I stretch the nerve and, Look at me how I stretch!, You see ok? Blood drips. It is the blood of all the people that you bare, Molinaire. Look, I stretch a little further. Shut up at once, dammit! Danso was addressed to his wife, who was in the room next to the office where we were, a kind of toilet that used to practice ablations. I'm talking to my partner! If you put me nervous ablations are over for today. There is no party. Out of that, out of here!, Often crazy pair! My partner and I have to go, I have to make a tattoo to protect him from bullets ...
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