I walked this morning putting the tasks associated with a pope girls accompanying her skating lessons, rather than accompany them to leave because my cats movements on wheels could advise them to renege on their parent, adopting Daffy Duck to be better represented with their partners.
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After his antics I have the healthy habit of approaching the cafeteria to take a coffee with churros and give a good account of the press, was curiously on a story about the verbal violence of these clubs to modern type setting tea, carajillo, cider, etc ... and their spokesmen party newspaper, when a background murmur a couple of tables located more to the right (had to be more to the right because you know that a kind of reflex which still can not find explanation always place myself in the same side) or the murmur that was me was talking about increasing the volume of their voices, so I decided to look up and before my eyes was producing the creation of another club, or scrambled copazo party, composed of retirees and pensioners I'm not sure what to call them, addicts and consumers Federiquiles am not exactly mint chamomile or mint tea.
suddenly lost interest in the press and gave opening my ears, my ears ever since they normally use for other things and I began to hear the harangues of this curious club, asking Zapatero publicly execute several ministers, their pensions compared with the latest news on other illustrious moonlighting pensioners, spoke of the IPC and the freezing of their pensions, there were those who advocated the return of the nameless and who was compared to the yellow peril, you know what that would happen if all Chinese give a kick in the ground at the same time and said that a good leader who would be masters of Spain retired because many at the time of going to the polls, who was also in apocalyptic terms that would pass no more than two or three years for the arrival of a new civil war to put order in all this chaos. At that time
started to lose the color of my face remembering that I have to pitch in the mobile anthem Irrigation and ran to put it on silent mode or my beloved companion had the occurrence of call, they would listen to me getting caught and carrying torches and torches in procession lead me to the nearest place, I know you will think that this goes Cave exaggerating a tad, and you are right, although the scene looks like something, it was just the conversation of a group of retirees with nothing better to do, but mixed with the article I was reading at the time gives you think that if all nights we slept with as what kind of harangues, with the passage of time someone will light the spark and armed with his torch shouting THEM A and see how in a moment have a lot of followers, then comes the time to mourn.
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