After I woke with the alarm placed directly into the Eustachian tube (or was Fallappio? I never remember), in the face with happiness typical of someone who has just killed his dog infected by zombie to spare him a painful and possibly contagious zombie-death, I am going to go to university after an hour and a half plenty of travel.
all begins for the better (where better means "I arrived at the bus stop just as the mine went off and I have to wait another quarter of an hour before the next ") in this beautiful day when the humidity is slightly lower than that of the Mariana Trench, but undaunted, I am determined to keep his good humor had the cheerful evening spent in good company and a bottle of Youporn Baylies.
arrival of the bus I recover from the torpor postsbornia and struggled to her feet waiting ivy has begun to grow over, losing bits of shoes in the transaction to which the evil plant did not want to give up . Taking the half I realize that many seats are empty, which proves once again that I have injected bleach into the game Levissima had its effect, and in the ass to Messner.
take place and I look around to make circumspect version of Fight Club, but try more like Pitt that Norton (not that I have anything against Edward Norton, mind you, but it seems that Pitt earn more), when sloppiness of a guerrilla known fixing urgently an unspecified point up to my chest.
After a few calculations quickly discarded the possibility that he intends to lie on my chest on a hot summer night to be lulled by the beat of my heart, and I realize with horror instead of not having included in the t-shirt Pendant "-caliber bullet-parabellum-empty-the-dust-by-shot-to-avoid-legal-consequences-unintended "whereby they do not indifferent to the possibility for an outsider to attack from a particular speech so relevant for my figure.
Stranger: So you did the military (very aware that they are too young to fall in the lever mandatory and that I would not be where I am if I had deliberately chosen a career military)
Batrax: No is the gift of a friend
Then the stranger part on a tangent with a dissertation on his experience to the poisonous training camp and how this has enriched him, but I wonder how low can the minister of defense have come to rely recruiting individuals with so little engaging.
Finally in the distance a glimmer of hope lights up for me, THAT'S THE END OF THE LINE! Father Christmas as happy as I go down in August, unaware that I have been hopelessly spoiled my mood so painstakingly built, convinced of fleeing it, when the entrance to the subway, I realize I have been supported from call that with an evil grin is going to further his experience, while I happily try to cut the skin of the wrists with the house keys.
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