in their hutches, tap on walls or pushing disabled to thrill, the hammer and drill, are the favorite pastimes of the "Parisian".
I stubbornly tried a last stage so as not to suffer the heaving in the heel of a bitch in heat, here I am awakened at dawn by loquedus that roam the rooftops with shoes with nails, strong-arm dressed as mountaineers.
As I complained, they told me then go live in the country, but these are precisely the habits of villains, coated with the chickens raised and when the rooster crows.
However I would lie rather at dawn with chickens, and get up early in the afternoon as in clover, but can not, among the peasants in their Sunday best and hafted tools by the passion to make noise. When I
"down" in each province is both a surprise even to the capital of Bearn Pau, the original land and Rustand Boor, people there seem friendly and polite, you'd relive the old days .
Le Blanc dominates too, it makes you a shock, the swarthy dark kinky does seem the only there to enhance it. Instead than Damn
/ Seine is air dirty white parsimonious by reverberation.
These "citizens" of a new type all have dogs, as the farm. And consider sidewalks as latrines bucolic their animals. Except for small children, these animals asthmatics, shoots to carbon monoxide, are still harmless, having the strength to jump to the throat but it's not like they lack. Idolizing their masters on equal terms with the Gods pooches bigots feel instinctively all those who are unbelievers.
I am grieved to have a permit to carry a gun, one day one of these big dogs will my skin. Their masters
advance heavily as bumpkins, wear beards of three days, and you scramble grumbling. Their females are throwing their big feet out, straddle their bikes as barriers, lifting up the tab, they see the entrefesson, and when the weather is the fat lips apart by the rope. Hue's Mary!
They smoke like volcanoes, geysers are coming out of their noses, their eyes bulging in the baboon sweat it supposed to be very responsive, their mouths are twisted into a disgusted grimace before the suit and tie. Politeness is a unfortunate legacy of the ages fascists. A gentleman of the old regime would appear their aunt.
Yet under the lace there was the dagger, and timeliness to use it, however, that under the stinging barbs of leather and shells, such as shellfish, the flesh is soft. Consideration
relentless feminization of the spiritual, which deprive of virility in a grossly phallic materiality, for compensation. Pitiable spectacle of all those rednecks who wear their masculinity in saltire, flaunting of the male secondary sexual characters, in proportion accurate within the lessening of their manhood.
Definitely I'm moving, the Capital pleases me less and less.
I must do this precisely the reverse of Does this text excellent mood could let delude the real peasants I respect, it is for me the rednecks, the label uncontrolled I reserved for small serfs of the plutocracy.
In the vote on the Constitutional Treaty, which carved in stone the subjugation of France in the fields NOT rustic prevailed handily while in the heart of the Delanoëville simpering yes-in over 80% ... says it all.
The difference between real farmers and these neo-rednecks city is likely, they are two separate races.
Felix the Cat
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