Arturo Perez-Reverte The Club Dumas
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Brother Mfc Checking Toner Levels
When I'm gone ...
... One day I met you I will not ever. Remember then my large, dark eyes. My silent reproach. My cries of anguish to sleep. My nightmares you are unable to conjure. Remember all that when I'm gone ...
Arturo Perez-Reverte The Club Dumas
Arturo Perez-Reverte The Club Dumas
Friday, October 15, 2010
Mandingo How Did He Get A Big Dick
Erasmus Life ... Party II
previous parties:
· Part I
erasmus life continues and with her experiences and the experiences. Through this small section will attempt to present some of them. Not global, but that I have to live with me. Anyway ... What is Erasmus life?
erasmus life is go to your home that you like so much when you first saw it, go into your room ... and see more shit within the bulb of a block. You pass your finger over the table and turns black. Go to the bathroom and the shower floor is brown. Shit accumulated suggests that to know who was the last to live there would have to make to the bathroom carbon-14 testing.
erasmus life is to live in shit. Generally. The house is inhabited by 6 people. 6 people that cleaning is not one of his favorite hobbies. And the shit is accumulated. And both. The kitchen floor is black. The shoes are you hitting the floor. The trash bag becomes a test, or a game, put the garbage in the tip and it does not fall all the garbage. On the strip ... takes to the street. One of your compis, tired of seeing that pile on the verge of falling, put the bag on the kitchen door. Waiting for someone to take to the streets. After spending 5 days and accumulate more than 3 bags at the door, which must be overcome to enter, you decide to throw yourself while you go shitting on people and why the hell is so nasty. The same think to bags will go out feet and will go by themselves to the container.
erasmus life is to live in shit. Go to the bathroom and see the pee on the floor. Not collected, of course. View one of the floor said that the house is dirty, just clean and we should all do the same. Go to the kitchen and see that the bastard what done is mop and unswept slightly, so that not only the shit is still there, but now over wet.
erasmus life is to understand your home. Knowing that you've given two months deposit and you will not fall ill or if not, you will leave with a curious little money. So, if you see that you have no hot water and that after more than 4 days yet the plumber is not coming, instead of calling and saying what you really think: "Son of a bitch!! When the hell are you going to call the plumber who took 4 days in the lavatory washing my cold piece of bastard! " , you call saying "Kind and dear landlord," when it comes to the plumber? ... 3 days? No problem! = D ". What no internet? Tranquility and to meet the expected smiles. Remember ... 2 months deposit.
erasmus life is going to college for the first time. Thinking about everything you've heard before Erasmus approved for work .... sometimes not even that ... only two nonsense words in your language teachers have mercy on you and you approve of the face. And you get your first class, which you have not heard anything, and I mean nothing, is nothing, talk to the teacher, tell them you are Erasmus and if you help ... and what he says is that if you do not understand the language you come back to Spain, here to study how aid all and none. Now that you understand perfectly, and you get to your house, thinking how the hell are you going to pass the subjects that if they are difficult in themselves, up in another language.
erasmus life generally, is finishing a two-hour class and a half in college and out the door thinking you've lost two hours of your life in have not done anything. And again I say, when I say nothing, is nothing.
erasmus life is to maximize the clean clothes you brought from Spain, and when you see that you have no choice, get to watch how the washing machine in another language. Put your clothes in, put the method that you think is going well, pressing all the buttons until it finally turns on and pray that your clothes at the end is in the same way about how got involved, but clean, clear.
erasmus life is wondering how one goes to the salon and tells you exactly how you want to peel. Go past the days, not wanting to go. As if the hair does not grow at that time. And end up going to pray that cut you like to what you want.
And to finish this second part, Erasmus life is to catch you your first trip to other parts of you, you are most central building in Europe, and that your friends will say: "Jodeeeer, how to live the Erasmus!" As you think, "For of shit, shit dick ... between" . See you soon! Greetings! 
previous parties:
· Part I
erasmus life continues and with her experiences and the experiences. Through this small section will attempt to present some of them. Not global, but that I have to live with me. Anyway ... What is Erasmus life?
erasmus life is go to your home that you like so much when you first saw it, go into your room ... and see more shit within the bulb of a block. You pass your finger over the table and turns black. Go to the bathroom and the shower floor is brown. Shit accumulated suggests that to know who was the last to live there would have to make to the bathroom carbon-14 testing.
erasmus life is to live in shit. Generally. The house is inhabited by 6 people. 6 people that cleaning is not one of his favorite hobbies. And the shit is accumulated. And both. The kitchen floor is black. The shoes are you hitting the floor. The trash bag becomes a test, or a game, put the garbage in the tip and it does not fall all the garbage. On the strip ... takes to the street. One of your compis, tired of seeing that pile on the verge of falling, put the bag on the kitchen door. Waiting for someone to take to the streets. After spending 5 days and accumulate more than 3 bags at the door, which must be overcome to enter, you decide to throw yourself while you go shitting on people and why the hell is so nasty. The same think to bags will go out feet and will go by themselves to the container.
erasmus life is to live in shit. Go to the bathroom and see the pee on the floor. Not collected, of course. View one of the floor said that the house is dirty, just clean and we should all do the same. Go to the kitchen and see that the bastard what done is mop and unswept slightly, so that not only the shit is still there, but now over wet.
erasmus life is to understand your home. Knowing that you've given two months deposit and you will not fall ill or if not, you will leave with a curious little money. So, if you see that you have no hot water and that after more than 4 days yet the plumber is not coming, instead of calling and saying what you really think: "Son of a bitch!! When the hell are you going to call the plumber who took 4 days in the lavatory washing my cold piece of bastard! " , you call saying "Kind and dear landlord," when it comes to the plumber? ... 3 days? No problem! = D ". What no internet? Tranquility and to meet the expected smiles. Remember ... 2 months deposit.
erasmus life is going to college for the first time. Thinking about everything you've heard before Erasmus approved for work .... sometimes not even that ... only two nonsense words in your language teachers have mercy on you and you approve of the face. And you get your first class, which you have not heard anything, and I mean nothing, is nothing, talk to the teacher, tell them you are Erasmus and if you help ... and what he says is that if you do not understand the language you come back to Spain, here to study how aid all and none. Now that you understand perfectly, and you get to your house, thinking how the hell are you going to pass the subjects that if they are difficult in themselves, up in another language.
erasmus life generally, is finishing a two-hour class and a half in college and out the door thinking you've lost two hours of your life in have not done anything. And again I say, when I say nothing, is nothing.
erasmus life is to maximize the clean clothes you brought from Spain, and when you see that you have no choice, get to watch how the washing machine in another language. Put your clothes in, put the method that you think is going well, pressing all the buttons until it finally turns on and pray that your clothes at the end is in the same way about how got involved, but clean, clear.
erasmus life is wondering how one goes to the salon and tells you exactly how you want to peel. Go past the days, not wanting to go. As if the hair does not grow at that time. And end up going to pray that cut you like to what you want.
And to finish this second part, Erasmus life is to catch you your first trip to other parts of you, you are most central building in Europe, and that your friends will say: "Jodeeeer, how to live the Erasmus!" As you think, "For of shit, shit dick ... between" . See you soon! Greetings!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Milena Velba And Police Officer
La historia de amor del perro Canelo
This story happened to tell, is a true story that happened in Cadiz. Its protagonist is a dog named Canelo. Its owner and he often walked by Cadiz. Here is one story away from anything ordinary. But one day owner started going to the Hospital, as he started to suffer from kidney problems, so I had to go to be treated with dialysis. Canelo could not enter the hospital, so his owner left him at the door waiting, and Canelo stood there obediently until his owner left to go home again.
A bad day, his owner had complications in the hospital and died. Cinnamon stood for hours waiting for his owner. That never came out. Canelo not know what had happened, he believed that his master would end sooner or later coming through that door, like I always did. And waited and waited. Days and days. The locals and the employees of the Hospital, softened by the story of Canelo, gave him food and drink while Canelo was waiting outside the hospital.
12. That was the time spent waiting Canelo its owner to exit the hospital. You could see the morning wandering the streets of Cadiz. Walking along the beach. But the evening was at the door if he left the hospital by its owner. 12 years of waiting. Is said quickly. At that time, some heartless took him to a kennel for sacrifice. But finally managed to return to the street Canelo, to continue waiting for its owner, as he liked to do. During that time, Canelo wait did not withdraw its owner. Not bored. Even not knowing him, he did not see him, stopped him in his efforts, to return to see him go through that door waiting day after day. Until
tragically on 9 December 2002, a car ran over Canelo in a crosswalk near the Hospital, and died. His story was well known in Cadiz even transcended in some parts of Spain. In fact, one of the streets next to the hospital bearing his name with a plaque.
I am a lover of true love stories and good. We should learn from Canelo, that being an animal, had a concept of love much larger than many people. For him, did not need to stand in front of an altar and say I do want the words till death do you part. To him even after death or the owner got separated from him. The consolation is that after death is Canelo, somewhere out there where, sure to be back together ... he and his owner.
This story happened to tell, is a true story that happened in Cadiz. Its protagonist is a dog named Canelo. Its owner and he often walked by Cadiz. Here is one story away from anything ordinary. But one day owner started going to the Hospital, as he started to suffer from kidney problems, so I had to go to be treated with dialysis. Canelo could not enter the hospital, so his owner left him at the door waiting, and Canelo stood there obediently until his owner left to go home again. A bad day, his owner had complications in the hospital and died. Cinnamon stood for hours waiting for his owner. That never came out. Canelo not know what had happened, he believed that his master would end sooner or later coming through that door, like I always did. And waited and waited. Days and days. The locals and the employees of the Hospital, softened by the story of Canelo, gave him food and drink while Canelo was waiting outside the hospital.
12. That was the time spent waiting Canelo its owner to exit the hospital. You could see the morning wandering the streets of Cadiz. Walking along the beach. But the evening was at the door if he left the hospital by its owner. 12 years of waiting. Is said quickly. At that time, some heartless took him to a kennel for sacrifice. But finally managed to return to the street Canelo, to continue waiting for its owner, as he liked to do. During that time, Canelo wait did not withdraw its owner. Not bored. Even not knowing him, he did not see him, stopped him in his efforts, to return to see him go through that door waiting day after day. Until tragically on 9 December 2002, a car ran over Canelo in a crosswalk near the Hospital, and died. His story was well known in Cadiz even transcended in some parts of Spain. In fact, one of the streets next to the hospital bearing his name with a plaque.
I am a lover of true love stories and good. We should learn from Canelo, that being an animal, had a concept of love much larger than many people. For him, did not need to stand in front of an altar and say I do want the words till death do you part. To him even after death or the owner got separated from him. The consolation is that after death is Canelo, somewhere out there where, sure to be back together ... he and his owner. 
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